Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 166 The capture was successful, and a big black dog was harvested!
After an hour in the Gringotts Potter vault, Harry was back on the ground.

The pockets under her robes were stuffed with gold coins and gems, but there was no smile on Harley's face.

"Sooner or later, I'll dismantle the damn cars of those goblins!" Harry thought angrily, while taking out a bottle of essential oil, put it under Joan's nose and gently sniffed it.

It's her special essential oil, with some mixed-race Veela's hair added to it.

Although doing so made the essential oils no longer used as raw materials for rituals, it smelled much better.

After completely expelling her own nausea, Harley began to buy books according to the planned route.

In this way, when Hermione came, she could concentrate on visiting Diagon Alley with the little witch.

After a busy morning, Harry returned to his room in the Leaky Cauldron.

She wants to take a beauty sleep first, and prepare for the night's action by the way.

But Harry's plan was destroyed before it could be implemented.

When they got back to the room, old Tom had delivered Harry's lunch to the table in the room.

While eating white bread, Harry flipped through the newspapers from the past few days.

The newspapers in the past few days were reporting on the news that Harley won the Potions Championship of the Magic School, and there were even two photos of Harley standing on the square in the magic garden holding the golden cauldron high.

And yesterday's "Evening Prophet" even published an exclusive interview with Halle.

As for this morning's Daily Prophet, the headlines changed again, and it was Harry's award of the Order of Merlin, First Class.

The photos of Harley posing with various big shots and the corresponding articles occupy four full pages.

Harry flipped through the newspaper, looked at the photo of himself and Fudge on the front page, and couldn't help but sigh that the reporters of the Prophet newspaper moved really quickly.

However, Halle's focus was not on this, but on other news in the newspaper.

The fifth page in the newspaper was devoted to the latest exploits of the Ministry of Magic.

According to the report in the newspaper, the Aurors struck out with a heavy blow, severely hitting the criminals in Knockturn Alley, and seized a large number of illegal items.

But looking at those outlaws all unkempt and in a very bad state of mind, Harley seriously suspected that they were just a group of unlucky errand runners, commonly known as scapegoats.

Of course, Harley wasn't there, but regretted that her trip to Knockturn Alley would probably be postponed until next year.

"Oh." Harry sighed softly, took a sip of pumpkin juice, and then continued to flip through the newspaper.

In addition to publicizing the exploits of Aurors, the newspapers seemed to be trying hard to downplay the impact of that Death Eater named Sirius escaping from Azkaban.

The news about Sirius has been squeezed into the ninth section of the newspaper by the news, and the seventh section is the news of the death of the sixth husband of a famous courtesan in the wizarding world.

Harry thought for a moment, Blaise of Slytherin seemed to be the courtesan's son.

I just don't know what Blaise's surname is now, whether it is after his own father's surname, or which godfather's surname.

Even this kind of gossip can occupy a more important page, but the news about fugitives can only be found in the corners of the newspaper. Harry shook his head, feeling accustomed to it.

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A week passed quickly, and Harry took the subway back to the Dursleys' house.

When Harry returned to the Dursleys, wearing a sun hat, holding a parasol with one hand, and carrying an empty suitcase with the other, Uncle Vernon was just driving back.

With a smile on his face, he seemed very happy to have Maggie here for a week.

"Uncle Vernon!" Harry's voice was not loud, but it was accurately passed into Uncle Vernon's ears,
"I'm back, are you happy?"

The smile froze on Uncle Vernon's face.

When Harry came closer, he growled, "What do you want? Get in!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull Harry's arm, but was forced back by Harry's cold eyes.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, but I can carry the suitcase by myself." Harry still had a smile on his face, and a spider thread went into the door lock.

With a "click", the door lock was opened directly.

Harry put away the umbrella, carried the suitcase and disappeared into the corridor.

Uncle Vernon swallowed, and seemed to react suddenly.

He looked around and after making sure there was no one there, he also rushed into the door at a speed that didn't fit his fat body, and didn't forget to close the door softly.

The Dursleys still ignored Harry's return, and Harry was happy to relax.

In the evening, Harry sat in front of the window, lightly tossing a gemstone in his hand, and looked out the window boredly.

This was a piece of charm that she spent an afternoon making successfully. It was inscribed with an alchemy rune in Harley's pocket, which could store a small amount of extraordinary ability.

Now the gem was shining, proving that Harley had deposited her abilities into it.

"It's so boring, I really want to play beach volleyball with Furong again, and then soak in a hot spring, and help her take a bath." Harry muttered, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be something in the darkness.

Harry blinked, and the night vision ability from the assassin activated.

She clearly saw a big black dog on the opposite side of the road facing her window.

Comparing the memories in her mind, Harry felt that it was an adult Scottish deerhound.

The dog appeared to have been wandering for a long time, and its fur was dirty, matted, and with a few fallen leaves hanging from it.

It seemed that it was because he hadn't had a full meal for a long time. The big dog was very thin, and the bones could be seen faintly in some places.

However, the innate nutrition of this dog should be good, because its skeleton is larger than the average adult Scottish deerhound.

The dog seemed to see Harry, and its black eyes met Harry's green eyes.

Although this relative was only for a moment, the big dog directly lowered its head, but Harry could clearly see the longing in its eyes.

"Interesting." Harry opened the screen,
"Is it a dog that was abandoned because of a mistake or a special reason? So desperate for a normal home?"

Seeing the dog standing up, as if it was about to leave, Harry had a thought, and the gemstone he just made in his left hand flew out.

The gemstone split silently in the air, and a transparent spider web stretched out, locking the black dog firmly.

The black dog was startled, as if it was about to howl and run away.

"Silence!"

A spell pierced the night sky and landed on the big dog's head.

The howling from the big dog's mouth was instantly stuck in its throat, and it could only struggle crazily on the spot with its mouth open.

"Stop struggling, no one will come to rescue you." Harry had already stood behind the big dog at some point,
"Come home with me, good dog. I can see your yearning for a human family from your eyes."

Seemingly understanding what Harry said, the big dog stopped struggling.

A smile spread across Harry's face.

The capture was successful, and a big black dog was harvested!
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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)
(End of this chapter)