Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Just as Harry made up his mind, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the stairs behind him:

Harry! What are you doing... who are you? Why did you break into my house!

A thin, blond, middle-aged woman was standing on the stairs. She seemed to subconsciously think that the girl at the door was the familiar Harry.

But she felt that there was something wrong with her eyes. Why was there a young girl standing at the door?

And her appearance is so beautiful, full of charm, with traces of Lily back then, but even more beautiful than Lily.

Especially those green eyes reminded Petunia of her enviable and jealous sister who hated her.

Aunt Petunia? Harry parted his red lips slightly, and then looked at the time on the wall, only to realize that it was past six o'clock.

Only then did Harry remember a problem that he couldn't ignore.

Although I wanted to play tricks slowly and repay the Dursleys, I couldn't hide the fact that I became a witch.

So they will definitely notice the change in themselves immediately, they are not blind after all.

Although Harley has completely accepted the fact that she is a witch, and changed her name.

But those ordinary people don't know! At least Aunt Petunia and the Dursleys in front of them are ordinary people, and there is a high probability that they will not accept this fact, so there will definitely be violent reactions.

Click!

Harry snapped his fingers lightly, and a group of dark and deep flames suddenly appeared in mid-air, shaking constantly.

As Harry breathed lightly, the flames hovering in front of him instantly flew over Aunt Petunia's head.

At the same time, Harry lightly raised a finger in front of his mouth, signaling Aunt Petunia to be quiet.

But she ignored the mental capacity of an ordinary woman. Aunt Petunia screamed and sat down on the stairs.

What's going on? Petunia! Petunia! In the Dursleys' bedroom, Uncle Vernon heard Aunt Petunia's scream and rushed out immediately.

But after seeing the black flames flying around Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon also screamed: Monster!

Afterwards, he moved his gaze down the stairs with hatred, and before he had time to see who was standing under the stairs, he picked up his slippers and threw them at them.

At the same time, Uncle Vernon was still shouting: Monster, get out of my house!

Harry frowned slightly, another group of black flames appeared out of thin air, and shot out like bullets, turning the slippers into ashes in mid-air.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Vernon finally realized that the target downstairs had the ability to kill him easily, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

But his wife is beside him, and his son is also in the room behind him.

So Uncle Vernon managed not to fall, but pulled the doorknob of Dudley's room behind him, and said loudly to his son who was awakened by the scream:

Baby, don't come out! There are monsters outside, people will die!

But Dudley seemed unwilling to listen to his father's words. Instead, he tried his best to grab the doorknob in the room, trying to open the door to see what the monster looked like.

Harry frowned slightly and snapped his fingers lightly. The black flame on Aunt Petunia's head fell directly on the door of Dudley's room, instantly burning the door to a cloud of ashes.

Dudley took a few steps back in an instant, and fell heavily to the ground. And Uncle Vernon hit the railing, his face turned pale.

Harry beckoned, and while controlling the black flame to return to Aunt Petunia's head, he lamented the usefulness of this cursed black flame.

As long as the designated target is marked, the black flame will never spread, it will only burn the target to ashes.

At this time, Dudley stood up reluctantly, and rushed out of the room, wanting to see what kind of monster dared to destroy his own door!

But when he saw the black flames circling around Aunt Petunia's head, he let out a scream, and was immediately covered by Uncle Vernon.

At this time, Uncle Vernon also saw the appearance of the monster below, and then covered his mouth in surprise.

The monster downstairs has beautiful long black hair, emerald green eyes, and a delicate face. She is simply full of charm.

But why is she so similar to her nephew Harry?

You...you are...? Uncle Vernon asked stammeringly.

Let me introduce myself, my name is Harry Potter. Miss Halle lifted her skirt, slightly bent her knees, and bowed gracefully,

I'm so sorry, your dear nephew Harry has permanently turned into a witch, so you have to accept this reality.

Seeing that the Dursleys' mouths were wide open, with expressions of disbelief, Miss Halle ticked her fingers:

I think we need to sit down and have a good chat. I believe I have a way to make you accept this fact.

...

Surrounded by the black flames, the Dursleys were finally willing to sit down at the dinner table and have a chat.

Seeing them looking like quails, Harry felt a burst of joy in his heart. Sure enough, people will bow their heads to a more powerful force in essence!

How did you learn magic? Before Harry could ask, Aunt Petunia couldn't help but speak.

You obviously haven't gone to that school yet, how could you learn magic and change your gender!

Harry couldn't help raising his eyebrows, lamenting that Aunt Petunia had forgotten the black flame so quickly, and dared to ask him a question.

And what does it mean to go to that school? Aunt Petunia had something to say.

As for becoming a witch, Harry wasn't ready to answer. After all, if he hadn't become a witch, he might have died.

As for turning back to the Red Priest path, why would she think so much on the way to be hunted down by the Witch Sect?

And since the old witch's life-saving ability is not so strong, of course I would not consider switching to the war bishop.

Anyway, Harry is used to being a girl, although she still feels disgusted at the fact that men want to have something with her.

It's not important. I'll ask next, and you answer. A black flame appeared on Harry's slender white fingers, and then circled around Harry's hand.

Seeing this scene, Aunt Petunia decisively chose to shut up.

How dare you threaten your aunt? On the contrary, Uncle Vernon seemed to have the courage again, and slammed the table angrily,

If we hadn't adopted you back then, you would have starved to death!

Yeah, yeah! Harry breathed into the flame, blowing the flame forward easily,

Thank you for your upbringing, so you can continue to talk with me here instead of... forget it, it's nothing. Anyway, I'll just ask you and answer.

As he spoke, a cup on the table was directly reduced to ashes. Uncle Vernon shrank back again, and obediently closed his mouth.

Harry took out the letter, started asking about the school Hogwarts in this letter, and asked new questions based on the answers from the Dursleys and, of course, Aunt Petunia.

Two hours passed quickly, and when it was almost nine o'clock, Harry had basically figured out all the problems.

This world is really interesting! Only qualified people are eligible to learn supernatural power. It's really an unfair world.

After listening to Aunt Petunia's story, Harley suddenly understood why she didn't like herself.

After all, no matter who saw with his own eyes that his biological sister could step into the magical world, but he was far away from this world, he would be more or less blackened.

From love to hatred, it is understandable, after all, there are quite a lot of perverts like this among Extraordinary people. Of course, understanding is understanding, and it’s another story if you don’t forgive.