Convergence of Magic: Overlord X Harry Potter

Chapter 11 - Mysterious Ruins

A few days later...

"Ah! I didn't expect there to actually be ruins! What a shock. While I thought it probably wasn't a lie, given all the uproar, I can't believe there's an unexplored ruin smack in the middle of a grass plain like this. Really surprising, right?"

As Hekkeran spoke, his team members from The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes nodded in agreement.

The Great Tomb of Nazarick stood defiant against time and reality—an enigma woven from forgotten threads. Its outer visage defied categorization, drawing inspiration from realms beyond mortal ken.

As they approached, the perimeter walls loomed—a barrier both protective and foreboding. One reason why ruins like these had not been explored was the ancient magic that had faded away, giving rise to the catastrophe a few days prior.

The surrounding land was grass as far as the eye could see, with no remnants of ancient cities nearby to draw explorers' attention. Scattered hillocks of dirt, like stars in the sky, obscured the central building, visible only from a high vantage point.

Each stone, weathered by aeons, bore no earthly signature. No pattern adorned the tombstones—no lineage, no dynasty.

"No doubt about it. In truth, I'm quite excited about this. After all, unexplored ruins might contain startling treasures."

"That's a bit hard to say. Given the chaos it caused when emerging, it's clear there will be many dangerous monsters within."

The gates beckoned—the front and back entrances, twin maws awaiting seekers and supplicants. Their iron hinges whispered secrets—the echoes of countless arrivals and departures.

"So, what do you guys think? Is He... in there?"

Hekkeran's eyes carefully studied the cut grass. Within, the statues stood sentinel—goddesses and angels, their forms frozen in marble and alabaster. Some bore wings, others held scales or swords. Their eyes, once alive with celestial purpose, now gazed into infinity.

And the mausoleums—the cardinal points of existence. To the north, a crypt of ice and moonlight; to the south, a sepulchre of flames and forgotten oaths. Eastward, a vault of whispers and veils; westward, a sanctum of shadows and echoes.

But the heart—the centre mausoleum—was the nexus of all mysteries. Its entrance, flanked by armoured sentinels, stood taller than ambition itself. Their eyes, gemstones reflecting forgotten stars, watched the threshold.

And there, within the tomb's core, lay the void...

"The vegetation in the graveyard's been neatly trimmed. There isn't even a trace of algae here, so someone must be taking good care of it. But, is He... alone?"

Each team—aside from Tenbu of the Improper Use of Magic Office—had felt something amiss when they researched the site.

Looking around, they saw plains upon plains, singularly unsuited for building a tomb.

For starters, one had to consider convenience. Building such a luxurious tomb in such a deserted place made no sense at all; it was far too inconvenient.

It would be understandable if this was not to honour the dead, but to serve as a memorial for future generations. After all, people sometimes built monuments upon places where great deeds took place.

However, in that case, the fact that this great accomplishment had not been passed down in history felt entirely unnatural. Well, aside from the incident 10 years ago. But it was still not on this scale. Or—maybe...