And he noticed that he was surrounded in complete darkness, no light or any kind visible.
Everything was just pitch black before him, he realised he had awoken inside the damn coffin again.
As Harry prepared to cast another spell to escape his predicament, he suddenly felt the casket he was in begin to move.
It was as if the coffin was being pulled upwards forcefully, the wooden lid of the coffin wasn't able to withstand the pressure of the thick soil as it collapsed.
Since the coffin was continuously lifted up without stop, Harry's soft, fleshly human body was not able to withstand the pressure of being squashed between the soil and the floor of the coffin.
Before the bottom of the coffin could collapse, his body was squished to death in a bloody splatter by the force.
Harry awoke again, in the same exact place as the last time. The pain from his last death still very fresh, being squeezed to mush wasn't really a pleasant feeling as one would have guessed.
Harry felt the coffin begin to move, not wanting to be crushed to death again he was about to cast a spell but then, the lid of the coffin was suddenly torn open as a cat paw grabbed Harry, lifting him out of the coffin.
The light assaulted Harry's eyes, blinding him permanently.
"Ugh."
Harry heard that very familiar voice again, before he felt his head being violently ripped off of his neck.
Then absolute silence.
Harry suddenly sat up on his bed, gripping his neck. He noted that he wasn't back in the damn coffin again.
Harry looked to his side as he saw the being floating there like always.
"Did you rip off my head?"
Harry asked, no anger, hostility or accusation in his tone, simply curiosity.
"Yes, you were blinded by the light and so I had to kill you so you wouldn't be blind."
"Couldn't you have killed me in a less painful way?"
"Where's the fun in that?"
The being still in it's cat form smiled, it looked oddly as cat aren't supposed to be able to smile like that.
"😐"
Harry was at a lost for words, not knowing what to say to the being.
"What took you so long anyways? I almost died like a thousand times!"
Harry spoke out, his tone exasperated, filled with a tiny tinge of anger. Who wouldn't be be angry after dying nearly a thousand times due to some cosmic idiot.
"First of all, it's your fault-"
"How is it my fault!"
Harry said calmly.
"You were the one who summoned Ashandar."
"Who the hell is Ashandar!?"
"The red dragon you summoned."
Harry thought for a while, he was trapped in that coffin for so long he had to regather his memories.
"Well you didn't stop me!"
"Because I can't, you were summoning someone stronger than me and you. Even if I had your body with all its potential and gifts with my stuff present, the dragon would have absolutely washed me like how the old chinese servants washed clothes."
"Oddly specific description but ok. But that doesn't why it took you so long to help me."
"Secondly, I don't owe you anything. And because I also died, and my body was in a sleep state and was awakened when you turned the entire world to sand."
"Oh....sorry for causing your death. I always thought you were immortal."
"What made you think that?"
"Don't know, you just exuded an air of immortality."
"Never use summoning again until you are more adept."
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TO BE CONTINUED