Ashes of Hogwarts

Inside the restaurant of the Palace of Hades.

Ash was crossing his legs in boredom, but Hermione was happily eating a braised naan with meat in her left hand and a yellow steamed bun with meat in her right.

There were a lot of dishes on the table, but Ash had no appetite at all.

Although he likes to eat, he still finds it difficult to accept some things that are very curious about raw materials.

As for Hermione...

Ash glanced at the smiling girl.

It's not a bad thing if she likes to eat. The worst thing is don't let her see what the raw materials look like in the future.

"Sir, these are the buns and dumplings made of meat stuffing that you brought. Please use them slowly."

A tauren brought the plate with a smile.

On the plate, a cage of steaming steamed buns shrinks with the change of temperature, as if breathing.

"Oh, thank you. By the way, do you know the tauren who sells meat in West City?"

Somehow, Ash felt that this man looked very similar to Senaro, who had just been beaten to the ground by Hermione.

He picked up a bun and took a bite. The meat was fragrant.

Not to mention, apart from ripping off customers, the quality of the meat Senaro sells is really good.

"Sir, have you seen Senaro? That's my brother. The meat he sells is the best in the West City. If you need it, I can ask him to send some."

The tauren seemed a little surprised when he heard Ash's question.

In his opinion, it was impossible for Pluto's distinguished guest to have anything to do with his lowly brother.

"no need."

Ash swallowed the bun in his mouth in a few mouthfuls, and then stuffed another into Hermione's open mouth as she prepared to speak.

"This bun filling was bought from him. I have to say that not only is the meat fresh, but the boss is also honest. I asked for ten kilograms of meat and he chopped twenty kilograms for me."

"That's fine, that's fine."

The tauren wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He knew all about his brother's virtues.

Unexpectedly, not only did he not kill anyone this time, but he was also generous.

He must have seen the noble temperament in this gentleman.

"Please take it easy, I'll leave now."

The minotaur moved the two cages onto the long dining table, and then excused himself to Ash and Hermione.

Hermione stared at the Minotaur that was moving away, her cheeks bulging like a little squirrel that was just eating.

"Godfather, I heard from the onlookers that the guy who was burned bald by the fire had a brother who was a chef in the palace of Pluto as his backer. He is definitely not a good person! You can just report it to Pluto when the time comes. He will do bad things again!"

Thanks to Senaro, Hermione now had a bad impression of the Minotaur.

Especially after all of Senaro's clothes and hair were burned away.

But that's Ash's fault.

He reached up to cover Hermione's eyes too late.

"I don't know why these dirty, ugly races exist. They are not as cute as house elves."

She stuffed the bun into her mouth angrily.

Hermione's current digestion efficiency is very fast, and what she eats can be absorbed by her body in a very short time.

If she hadn't been a wizard, Mr. Granger's dental clinic might not be able to support her.

"Hey, my little girl still has this side. Could it be that you still want to commit genocide?"

Ash rubbed Hermione's head happily.

The tauren are a big race in hell, and if they are actually implemented, it will probably be no less than what Mustache did back then.

And in addition to the tauren in the west, there is also a race in the east called tauren who have worked for the underworld for generations.

At least in appearance, the differences between the two races are almost imperceptible.

Well...this is what Chonglou told Ash.

Over the course of a simple meal, this chatty demon king talked about a lot of things.

"That's not it."

The most Hermione could say was lip service.

Even when Senaro took out a carving knife, she did not kill him.

At this moment, a wailing sound suddenly came from outside the closed door of the restaurant.

Hermione's ears perked up.

"No, I have shed blood for Pluto, and I have killed pigs for you, you can't do this to me!"

"I am a good person. I was not responsible for tax evasion and seducing minors. I am unjustly accused!"

"I……"

"Pull out its tongue. You're disturbing Gu's guests with all this nonsense, so I guess you don't have to do it anymore."

Hermione could only hear a steady bass voice above the din.

With a heart-rending howl, the noise outside gradually subsided.

squeak~

The door, carved from a single piece of brass, was pushed open.

Hermione swallowed the food in her mouth and stood up with Ash.

I saw a young man walking in with a pair of white jade horns on his head and wearing a snow-white robe.

His white robe looked exactly like what Ash usually wore, with some red accents.

Just like the bright red wintersweet blooming on the endless snow.

If nothing else, this is the master of this city, Lord Pluto, who rules the hell of the West - at least Europe.

Unlike Chonglou, who is full of darkness and violence, this Mr. Amplo Dark has a temperament that can calm people down at a glance. Coupled with his beautiful androgynous face, it makes Hermione even more... I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Is there anyone in the world who can rival the temperament of his godmother?

What surprised her was that Mr. Pluto also had a pair of eyes that were exactly the same as Ash's.

A pair of scarlet eyes, like eyes that are burning all the time, like first fire.

"Mr. Ash, welcome to the Palace of Hades as a guest."

There was a gentle smile on Pluto's lips, and in a daze, Ash seemed to see the Fireproof Girl.

"Where, you are being polite."

Ash reached out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Hades as a symbol of friendship.As a result, Pluto on the other side clasped his fists and cupped his hands in a standard bowing posture.

Ash immediately adjusted his posture, and finally collided with Pluto's outstretched right hand.

The two smiled awkwardly, greeted each other and sat at the dining table.

"Mr. Pluto, I brought you a gift. Do you want it?"

Before the two adults could speak, Hermione spoke first.

The half-dead tauren had been kept in his traceless stretch bag for so long, and he didn't know if he was dead or not.

It's all the godfather's fault. He insisted that I take him with me. It's so dirty!

"Oh, then let Gu take a look at what you brought so that Gu can prepare a return gift for you."

Pluto smiled as he watched Hermione take out her magic item.

If someone gives you a gift, you can't be stingy.

Then give her a star wheel, the kind that can emit lasers, biu~biu~biu~.

Then he saw a guy covered in pitch black that Hermione was taking out like trash.

If it weren't for the slight heaving of the other person's body, he might have thought that person was dead.

"Don't underestimate this man, Hades."

Ash on the side spoke.

"This is not a simple character."