HP: The New God from Hogwarts

The red of the fire wave and the red of the sea of ​​flowers are mixed and entangled in the steaming heat. Human flesh and blood are instantly turned into fly ash by the temperature close to the furnace, and are annihilated in the twisted air.

Momogiri turned the sword with her wrist and drew an arc in the heat wave. The flame on the blade extinguished and turned back into the dark matte wand.

The raging fire disappeared the moment the long sword turned into a wand, leaving only the slight sting on the skin after being licked by tongues of fire, suggesting that there had been a fire here.

Draco gasped and put down the hand holding his wand, and the transparent shield protecting him and Snape suddenly disappeared.

"Burns is dead, how will Dumbledore deal with it?" Draco looked at the place where Burns's body had been, and there was only charred blackness there.

Momowu had already walked in front of them: "That idiot was killed by a witch hunter. What does it have to do with us? The only blame is that she was infatuated with Professor Snape and insisted on following him to Paris."

Her eyes were full of mocking teasing: "You say so, Professor."

Snape was disgusted when he thought of the broomstick who was killed by his own hands. He flicked his sleeves, walked to Brown and picked him up.

"Let's go back first."

"You guys go back first. There is one more thing that concerns me." Taowu rejected Snape's proposal. She easily crossed the stream again and reached the foot of the cross.

The golden wood coffin still lay there quietly.

Draco hadn't fully mastered the Apparition yet. He bent his long legs and used the elasticity of his legs to easily jump over the creek and ran in the direction of Taowu.

Snape stood there with Brown in his arms. He was not interested in digging other people's graves, but he was not a person of high quality, and he would not stop Momo from opening other people's coffins.

The coffin was not protected with magic like the crystal coffin where Regulus was hiding, because the natural environment of the Sauk Mountains was the best natural shelter.

"Is there something scary in there?"

Draco looked at Momomo's look, put his right hand on the coffin in the corner next to her, and tilted his head to ask her.

"At most there is a skeleton. It is too suspicious to bury the coffin in such a place."

"Push harder!"

Momo patted the coffin. She must know who was lying inside or what kind of treasure was hidden inside today, and she pushed forward with her wrist.

With Draco's help, the coffin moved slowly, revealing what was inside.

A pair of white boots caught her eye. The uppers and soles were flawless, as if they had never walked on them before. Golden silk threads embroidered the shape of a raven on the snow-white leather.

After confirming that there seemed to be no danger inside, the two of them looked at each other, used their palms to push out the coffin lid.

A slender man was lying in a field of moonflowers. He was wearing a snow-white knight's uniform, his trousers were tucked into the boots of his boots, and a dagger in a gold scabbard was tied to his calf with a leather strap. .

The top that hems to the thigh is wrapped around the waist with a white gold belt, which outlines the perfect and slender waist.

The exposed hands and neck were very white, as white as the thin snow on pine needles in winter, so white that it was almost transparent.

On the snow-white neck, a flower as bright as blood seems to spread from the chest to the chin, lifelike and seems to be faintly tempered with light.

The soft brown bangs fell on An Jing's closed eyebrows, and that handsome face awakened Taowu's memory.

Seeing her staring intently at the man lying motionless in the coffin in front of her, Draco curled his lips unhappily. He admitted that the man inside was somewhat handsome, but he was no longer breathing.

The Moon Flower bloomed vigorously under this long-dead man. The seeds scattered from his pocket fell on the coffin. With the help of his flesh and blood, they took root and sprouted, and blossomed into delicate flowers.

"He shouldn't be here."

Taowu reached out and pulled open the skirt of his shirt.

Draco quickly reached out and held her wrist to stop her: "This person is already dead, so this is inappropriate."

"I recognize this person, I have to confirm something." Momo pulled away Draco's hand.

He pinched the man's shirt with his fingers and pulled it outward. A terrifying black hole suddenly appeared in the chest where the heart should be, but the beating heart was nowhere to be found.

Countless bright red thin lines spread out from the black hole, intertwined and twisted towards his neck, and his chin spread out, painting a gorgeous manjushuahua.

Very beautiful flowers.

However, a strange feeling arose for no reason.

Like a thorny vine wrapping around the heart.

"This looks like some evil magic." Draco looked at the black hole in his chest, felt uncomfortable, and took a step back.

Taowu didn't answer his words, but just straightened the skirt of the knight's uniform again to cover the ferocious blood hole.

He twisted the green stem of a Moon Flower with his fingers and pulled it upwards. The root of the flower growing on flesh and blood was pulled out from the flesh, bringing out a few drops of cold dark red blood. The roots are stained dark red.

Tearing away strands of flesh and blood.

She used magic spells to remove the colors and roots that did not belong to the Moon Dragon Flower, and then put it into her pocket.

He picked up an inconspicuous pebble from the ground beside the coffin and used a transformation spell to turn it into a wild rose.

She slowly opened her palms, and under the control of magic power, the delicate wild rose slowly flew into the air, floated to the top of the coffin, and gently landed in the man's hand.

She remembered that he seemed to like this warm, bright and vigorous flower the most.

Use magic power to close the coffin lid again and bury the man at the bottom of this deep valley again.

Draco was reading the gilded words on the coffin, his delicate eyebrows full of mockery.

"Could it be that he prayed to the evil god here, so his heart was ripped out? The red flower tattoo is the evil spell used by the evil god to seal him."

"Just to meet my sweetheart, my heart is gone, my life is gone, and I directly maximize the losses. I'm really a lover."

"Don't worry about the dead."

Taowu warned him, and after speaking, she turned around and walked in the direction she came from.

Draco looked back at the place that was once again covered with soil. The bare soil was compacted and was incompatible with the surrounding sea of ​​fiery red flowers. The huge cross glowed faintly with a faint red light.

He just shrugged and trotted to catch up with Momo Wu.

He suddenly remembered what Taowu said just now, raised his eyes and lightly fluttered his eyelashes, looking at her seriously with his gray-blue eyes.

"You just said you knew him."

"Who is he?"