Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little Hufflepuff have?

One strike blew this place away...

If Snape had not seen wrong, that "sun" had been condensed from Gubraithian Fire!

"Ahaha! It finally dropped! Old bat! Come look! This is Soul Ash!"

Black's excited voice came from within the Gubraithian Fire filling the sky.

Snape wanted to go in too, but in the end, he stopped before the sea of flames.

The blazing Gubraithian Fire made it impossible for him to get even half a step closer.

"Put away these flames of yours first... and... don't call me old bat again," Snape said weakly.

"Okay, old bat!"

"..."

The moment Snape finished speaking, the blazing flames filling the sky went out in an instant.

That towering inferno seemed as if it had never appeared at all.

Snape even felt wisps of cool breeze blow across his face...

However, despite Snape being deeply shaken, with Soul Ash on his mind, he still quickly stepped into the charred ground spread all around him.

Gubraithian Fire was no less powerful than Fiendfyre.

So what had originally been a fairly large camp

had not even left behind any ruined walls.

When Snape stepped into the fire scene, his feet actually sank straight into the thick ash...

Black soon saw Black crouching on the ground.

And in his hands, three tufts of flocculent matter glowing with a faint white light were swirling.

"The harvest isn't bad."

Black took out three bottles, raised his hand, and separately packed the three tufts in his hand inside.

"How many more Soul Ashes do you still need?" Snape asked with a frown.

The scorched smell at the scene really was somewhat unpleasant.

Snape rather wanted to leave this damned place as soon as possible.

"Theoretically speaking, one is enough."

"But... in terms of success rate, it's better to farm