Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Cold air gushed out from Harry's fingertips, causing the ice around the diary to thicken rapidly.

Meanwhile, the magic mirror hovered over Harry's head.

Harley poured a lot of spirituality into it, activating individual runes on the edge of the mirror.

At the same time, streaks of gray light with an evil aura spewed out from the mirror, and then sank into the solid ice, performing various simple sealing rituals.

Harry has prepared a lot of strange curses for Senior Riddle, and if he wants to come out of the diary again, he will be very happy.

Of course, if someone wants to destroy the ice layer without Harley's permission, he can also enjoy the curse from the witch instead of Senior Riddle.

After doing all this, Harry said softly without raising his head: Dear professor, can you stop being so elusive?

It was scary and not at all friendly for a little girl. And you almost affected my previous battle.

I'm sorry. An old voice responded, But judging from the results, I don't seem to have completely affected you.

After finishing sealing the diary, Harry put away the magic mirror, held the puck in one hand, and turned around with the wand in the other.

The auditorium was still in a mess, all the doors were tightly closed, and there was a special magical luster shining on them.

The body of the basilisk and the remains of Professor Lockhart were placed on the ground in the distance. The tables and chairs were all broken and covered with thick frost.

But there is still something unusual in the auditorium.

On the teacher's bench, the broken long table and chairs were repaired at some point.

An old man was sitting at the center of the long table, with a golden-red bird standing on his shoulder.

It's Dumbledore.

The old man looked at Halle with a smile, and raised his hand to say hello: Long time no see, Miss Halle.

Dear professor, long time no see. Harry knelt slightly, It's a pleasure to see you return to Hogwarts.

Then, Harry threw it casually, and the puck flew towards Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved lightly, and the puck stopped in midair.

Fox, take it back to the principal's office, and keep it under strict supervision, so that no one can touch it. Dumbledore said with a serious face.

With a long cry, Fox grabbed the puck and disappeared without a trace. Then Dumbledore looked at Harry again.

After all, I feel that someone will need my help. Dumbledore said with a smile,

The feather Fox sent you sensed danger, so I hurried back.

But when he successfully led me into the auditorium, the danger has been lifted by you.

Yeah, and you didn't help a bit. Harry complained with a smile on his face,

When you came in, you happened to be within the range of my magic, Fox also used flames to counter my magic.

As a result, at that moment, my magic power was consumed too much, and I almost failed to trap Senior Riddle.

Senior Riddle? Dumbledore's face was a little embarrassed, deliberately avoiding Harry's words,

It seems that Tom told you his former name! I'm curious now, what happened before.

If you don't mind, I think we can have a good chat in our free time later.

Okay, Professor. Harry responded, then looked towards the door of the auditorium,

Professor, can you break the magic on it? Besides, the magic on it hasn't been lifted yet. How did you get in?

Don't tell me that you came in through the sewer pipe like the basilisk.

Of course not. I just got some little help from the Phoenix. Tom's magic can't prevent the apparition of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore stood up with a smile, drew out his wand, pointed to the ceiling of the auditorium, and sighed at the same time,

I didn't expect that Tom could mobilize the power of Hogwarts Castle to seal the auditorium while I was away.

I don't know if it was because of his extraordinary talent that he found the loophole in just seven years, or if it was because Slytherin left some back doors for his heir in the Chamber of Secrets.

A golden light flew from the tip of Professor Dumbledore's wand to the ceiling, and then spread.

For a moment, the entire auditorium was shrouded in a halo, looking resplendent and resplendent.

The magic on the Great Hall door and the various side doors quickly dissipated.

Before Harry could say anything else, the door suddenly burst open with a boom.

The poor gate, after all, is still the same as the table and chairs, and has not escaped the fate of being destroyed.

A group of blindfolded wizards in uniform rushed in.

They all held wands and formed a defensive formation.

But after seeing Harry and Dumbledore standing there, and noticing the huge corpse of the basilisk, everyone was stunned.

The wizard in the lead took off the blindfold, put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and commanded: The basilisk is dead, you can put down the blindfold.

Harry carefully looked at the man with brown hair who looked like an old lion.

She suddenly remembered that this person seemed to be Rufus Scrimgeour, the Auror office, who had appeared in the newspaper.

Then behind him should be the Aurors who can sense the spell.

It seems that after finding that he could not enter the auditorium in a short time, Shacklebolt chose to notify the Ministry of Magic, while Professor McGonagall contacted Professor Dumbledore.

No wonder Harry didn't use that feather, but Professor Dumbledore came.

The bad old man is very bad, and he lied to Harley that he sensed that she was in danger through the feathers. lie!

What happened, Albus? Scrimgeour looked at Professor Dumbledore after all the Auror captains or elite members took off the cloth strips covering their eyes.

Kingsley contacted me very anxiously just now, saying that someone was fighting Harry Potter in the auditorium, and a threatening basilisk appeared in Hogwarts Castle.

He wanted to add reinforcements, but found that the auditorium was sealed off by unknown magic, so he had to contact me.

Now I hurried over with a lot of elites, but everything is over?

In addition, what is the situation in this messy Hogwarts auditorium?

Professor Dumbledore glanced at Harry, and replied softly: You should ask Miss Harley, after all, when I arrived, she had already ended the battle alone.

So everyone's eyes focused on Harley, most of them still had expressions of astonishment and suspicion on their faces.

The current scene in the auditorium can be described as tragic. The basilisk had a lot of scars on its body.

And Professor Lockhart, who had killed an Auror in an instant with brutal means, had just noticed his head, and the expression on his face looked like he was dying.

Everything is telling everyone that a terrible battle has taken place here.

After many people brought themselves into it, they realized that if they encountered this plot, they would probably die directly.

As a result, now you say that the final winner in this battle is a twelve-year-old girl? What are you kidding?

Professor Dumbledore, now is not the time to joke around. Scrimgeour's tone changed slightly, and his title changed from Albus to Professor Dumbledore\

,"Unless you show evidence, I can't believe that all this was done by a twelve-year-old little witch.

After all, I am the head of the Auror office, and everything must be based on evidence.

And if I remember correctly, as the headmaster recognized by Hogwarts Castle, you should be able to show the previous battle images.

Harry glanced at Dumbledore in shock:

This bad old man turned out to be so wicked! He knew everything, but he still had to tell him himself.

It seems that Harley has to think again about the speech he had prepared.

But there is nothing wrong with my opinion, this old man is very bad!

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