Ashes of Hogwarts

This is a village on the border.

The village is not very big and is always foggy, with white snowflakes falling from the sky from time to time.

Ash reached out his hand to catch a snowflake and twirled it with his fingers.

A familiar touch, this is not a snowflake.

It’s the ashes flying in the sky!

"It's getting more and more interesting."

Stepping over several bodies lying on the roadside, Ash lifted up an armored vehicle in the middle of the road.

The car was destroyed from the outside, and the driver was killed immediately.

The entire vehicle's armor received a powerful blow, as if it was completely destroyed by a powerful being.

Obviously, this situation was outside the scope of Holmes' report.

It was only three days since Holmes left here last time.

At the end of the road, a tall, dilapidated stone wall stood quietly there.

What it surrounds is Ash's real destination - the town of Capcom.

squeak~ ah~

The cast iron gate of the village was slowly pushed open.

The first thing that entered Ash's eyes was a large group of dilapidated buildings.

It seems that this is where the villagers usually live.

Although the overall preservation is still very complete, it always gives off a lifeless feeling.

Just like when Ash first arrived at the undead settlement.

But he is completely different now than he was before.

"Is anyone there? I am traveling from Hogwarts to Kunlun, Kyushu, to become an apprentice. I pass by the Treasure Land and I wonder if I can ask for a bowl of water."

Ignoring the silence in the village and the blood stains everywhere on the roadside, Ash began to call for people.

Even if someone commits murder, there must be a murderer.

Unfortunately there was no one.

Ash's senses were limited to some domestic animals in the village.

ga~ga~ga~

A flock of crows flew across the sky.

They landed on a huge sycamore tree, lowered their heads and pecked at the corpses that had begun to rot on the branches.

Judging from the extent of its decay, it was probably about three days.

The time period when Holmes left.

A few rabbits would appear on the quiet road.

They were covered in blood and quickly disappeared into the grass.

It looked like he was dead. At least in this village, Ash couldn't feel a living person.

Walking through a narrow alleyway, Ash came to a huge open area.

This is a wheat field.

In this climate that is not suitable for wheat growth, they grow lush and green, almost reaching Ash's chest.

Squat down slightly and strengthen your legs.

Ash jumped up and reached high in the air.

Riding on a wisp of breeze, Ash stood lightly.

In his field of vision, the huge pattern in the center of the wheat field divided the entire village into three parts.

Different from the photo given by Holmes, the current Peverell decoration is burning, and fine sparks are constantly splashing, but it does not affect the surrounding wheat fields at all.

The three points of the decoration point to three huge castles on the edge of the village.

In the center of the pattern, Ash felt a majestic and vital beating.

"Fractured!"

With the dazzling red light, the center of the Peverell pattern collapsed.

A huge and deep hole was revealed.

Without hesitation, Ash jumped directly.

Boom!

With a dull sound of landing, Ash stood steadily at the bottom of the cave.

In front of him, a huge red heart was exposed in the air.

Every contraction of it sends ripples in the air, constantly echoing in the cave.

"It's disgusting."

Ash wanted to complain, but didn't know what to say.

Countless thick blood vessels connected from the heart and penetrated deep into the soil.

It pumps blood dutifully and transports it to an unknown destination.

Ash felt more and more that this 'evil god' was a bit wise.

At least everyone at Hogwarts can't cause such a scene.

Uh~ouch~

At this time, a roar suddenly came from the top of the cave.

If Ash heard correctly, this should be the cry of Lupin's relative.

Sure enough, a huge black shadow fell from the sky with the sound of howling wind, smashing a big hole in the ground.

"Brother, does it hurt?"

Ash pulled out his staff and poked the werewolf who had half buried himself in the ground.

The huge werewolf seemed to be stunned, and it took him a while to recover from his reckless behavior.

It was holding a huge mace, and its upper body kept fluttering, and finally it pulled itself out of the soil.

"Don't get excited, brother, how about we talk about five gold galleons first?"

Ash didn't have much interest in fighting it.

This guy looks stupid, I wonder if he can come up with anything useful.

Just like Hagrid.

But Mr. Giant Werewolf obviously doesn't want to make this money.

It roared and charged at Ash, the mace turning into black meteors in the air.

It wants to stand and make money.

It's too rough and has no sense of art in fighting at all.

Ash dodged the blow and lamented that Mr. Werewolf lost such a good physique in vain.

If I leave this to my own teaching, why don't I hand over an elite fat brother?

The werewolf failed to hit the target with a single blow, and sent another "Force Splitting Huashan" backhand towards Ash's head.

"You are not good with your forehand, your backhand is weak, your steps are loose, and your reactions are slow. You still want to compete with me on the same stage?"

Without even taking out his shield, Ash just took out a small dagger and waved it upward gently.

Duang ~

The werewolf in mid-air was bounced straight back, and the entire wolf was frozen in place, unable to move.

Then it saw this human being pointing the cane between his eyebrows.

"do not move."

Ash whispered softly.

"Ingest divine thoughts!"

The giant werewolf lost consciousness and couldn't feel anything.

Ashna's ingestion of divine thoughts was like a home invasion, directly destroying the werewolf's brain.

He searched but found nothing useful.

There is only one instruction about protection in the werewolf's brain, and the rest is just chaos.

Generally speaking, this happens only to corpses that have been resurrected by evil means.

Ash gently pushed the cane through the werewolf's brain, putting it out of pain.

It is better to die in a clear way than to live in such chaos.

Even if it dies, I don’t even understand it.

As the last breath was taken, a faint soul wrapped in black mist emerged on the werewolf's body.

Ash has figured out the pattern.

Unless the beings in this world have a certain connection with the God of Death, their souls will disappear after death.

But no matter what, this werewolf's soul is too weak.

It's like an abyss that an ordinary person accidentally touches, but is barely strengthened.

Isn't the power of this body brought by the abyss or darkness?

Ash suppressed the doubts in his heart and flew back to the ground on the wind.

He looked towards the old castle to the west, where the werewolf just came from.

Just when Ash was about to start, a huge explosion suddenly came from the gorgeous red castle to the east.

Looking around, a haggard middle-aged man was running in panic at the top of the castle.