Ashes of Hogwarts

"They're so hospitable."

Hermione muttered under her breath.

Holding the two-handed giant sword on his shoulders tightly, he turned around and made a sweeping sweep.

With the help of the power brought by the twisting of the waist and hips, the two-handed giant sword slashed into the air with a burst of wind, and easily knocked the two villagers away.

The giant sword continued its power unabated, directly smashing a big crater into the bumpy mud.

After all, the two-handed giant sword was still too big for a child like Hermione, and it was not very convenient to use.

She stepped forward quickly, using the giant sword as a spear, and pierced the bodies of the two villagers.

The villagers died suddenly on the spot, and the matter was resolved neatly.

The little wizards behind him just shouted "666".

Put the double giant back into the seamless stretch bag - it is too big, and what is visible to the naked eye are rows of dilapidated wooden houses. It will definitely not be able to stretch with it.

Putting on a broad sword that her godfather called a broad dagger, Hermione continued to move forward with the young wizards.

In the dilapidated wooden house ahead, there is a spiral sword that has long since lost its bonfire.

This is the first retreat point.

When you know that you can't do it, retreating may not be an appropriate choice.

After lighting a bonfire, the little wizards took a short rest and continued along the path.

After turning a corner, a large chain wooden house appeared at the end of the road.

The house has no doors, but not much sunlight can enter the house.

If it hadn't been cleaned up in advance, you could see the body wrapped in rags inside, but even after Ash had cleaned it up, it was still gloomy inside.

Like a haunted house.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

The little wizard who is responsible for supporting is very sensible and is destined to take on the responsibility of lighting.

But after all, they are just a group of children, and they are still a little timid facing such an environment.

Even Hermione wanted to quit at this point.

"Come on Hermione, you are Ash Lothric's goddaughter and the eldest sister of Gryffindor, you can't retreat!"

After cheering herself up, Hermione resolutely led the little wizards into the house.

"Squeak..."

The rotten wooden floor made an overwhelming sound, and the little wizard walked on tiptoe, fearing that he would accidentally step on it.

The stench that permeated the house was stronger than outside. Fortunately, the little wizards had adapted to it. They remained alert and walked slowly down the stairs on the left.

In the darkness, Ash, who had sneaked in, grinned, volleyed in the air, and kicked an ambushed slave thief in front of the little wizards.

The tight turtle shell formation instantly became chaotic.Harry and Ron were so scared that they hugged each other.

"calm!"

Hermione was scared herself, but she couldn't show it.

"Fractured!"

A blue spell knocked away the strange creature in front of them. Only then did the little wizards realize that what scared them was a creature about the same size as a house elf. It also held a small pocket ax in its hand. Look. There is no lethality when it rises.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

Harry added a hand and restrained the slave thief who was still breathing.

A group of young wizards began to gather around.

"Is this what scared us?"

Ron kicked it.

"Looks just like a house elf."

This was a new term that Hermione had basically never been exposed to, and she was a little curious.

"What is a house elf?"

"You don't know?" They exist in many young wizards' homes, even in Hogwarts, which surprised everyone.

"The services we have in school are provided by house elves. In fact, they have been serving the wizarding world for thousands of years."

"Is that right?"

Hermione felt something was wrong, but couldn't put her finger on it.She decided to keep her doubts in her heart and ask her godfather when she got back to school.

What they didn't realize was that while they were surrounding the slave on the ground, another slave thief had jumped down from the beam and approached them quietly.

It raised the ax in its hand high and aimed at the buttocks of the man in front of it and struck it hard.

This ax has killed hundreds of Ashes, how can you stop it?

In fact, Harry blocked it.

The skillful iron armor spell saved his butt from damage, but the sudden impact on his buttocks still sent chills down his spine.

"Fuchsia!"

When you don't know whether you can kill your opponent directly, the best way is to restrain it.

This was the experience given to him by Snape.

The little wizards turned around and saw Harry rubbing his butt with a frightened expression. In front of him, there was also a slave hanging there.

A few sword blows sent the slave back to his hometown, and Hermione felt that the strength in her body had increased a little.

Although it is so weak that it can hardly be felt.

Arriving at the balcony on the second floor, Ron quietly poked his head out.

Under the balcony was an open wasteland, and a dozen villagers from the undead settlement were kneeling around a big tree with a fire lit.

Near them, there were several powder barrels piled haphazardly.

There are too many enemies, and head-on confrontation is definitely not possible. The only way is to outwit them.

At this time, it is the turn of the flame pot of justice...fire magic to appear.

Aiming at the two stacks of explosive barrels, Harry and Hermione released the spells.

"Burning flames!"

The villagers near the explosive barrel were directly killed, and their broken limbs were flying in the air.

The few remaining villagers were no longer of concern, so Hermione jumped off the balcony and rushed forward.

With the knife raised and lowered, with the assistance of her teammates, Hermione hacked several villagers to death like an unparalleled god of war.

"Keep going!"

Hermione shouted, raising her sword.

Like the kings of old.

The little lions roared and followed the leading lion forward.

When passing by the dead tree burning with flames, Hermione put out the fire.

"Wasting resources is bad behavior."

She said so.

Faced with two forking roads, Hermione chose the path on the left.

Anyway, both sides can get to the point.

At the end on the left is a house with a closed door.The road beside it has been blocked by gravel, and it is impossible to walk on it.

"Fractured!"

The door was broken down.

The dark room was small and depressing, with some iron cages filled with corpses placed against the wall.

Hermione looked around and was about to lead everyone down the steps.

"There, it's moving!"

Neville noticed an iron cage in the corner approaching them. He pointed his wand at the enemy, trying hard to release the spell.

"Shen Luo Tianzheng!"

he read aloud.

Then he succeeded.

The iron cage of the living corpse was hit by a huge force and flew backwards, hitting the wall.

The repulsion spell taught by Ash can adjust the intensity through the magic power output.

At this time, Neville Longbottom became the third first-year Gryffindor student to use this curse.

"Well done Neville! I knew you could do it."

The performance of her companions made Hermione feel very proud. After all, Neville was famous for being clumsy, but after getting along with him for a long time, everyone knew that he was just timid, but he had his own principles.

The iron cage of the living corpse was not destroyed. Several legs suddenly stretched out from the cage, and it ran away like a spider.

Only a smashed hole was left, connecting the room downstairs.

If you look carefully, you can also find a light group exuding the breath of the sun.

After expanding the hole a lot, and making sure it was safe, Hermione led the little wizards down to the room.

This room looked like a kitchen, but it must have been abandoned long ago.

Picking up the light ball, a breath as warm as the sun enveloped everyone, directly dispelling their fear and fatigue.

This is a picture of a sun pattern with facial features.

Hermione knew that her godfather often wore such a crest, which was said to be an ancient talisman given to the Sun Warriors.

Praise the sun!