Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Miss Delacour, this person next to you is... a student from which school?

Although as a professor at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall did not need to ask about the dance partners of other school warriors, she still couldn't restrain her inner curiosity.

After all, the witch who was about seventeen years old next to Fleur was really eye-catching.

She wore a white luxurious dress robe, which was inlaid with gold threads, and the lower end of the robe was tattooed with complex patterns.

Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail and stuck on the back of her head, highlighting the witch's vitality and spirituality.

Moreover, this witch's outfit was extremely clean, with no cosmetic items and almost no necklaces or rings for decoration.

She simply wore a necklace with a diamond in the middle and a small mirror uniquely inlaid on it.

If Harley is a thorny black enchantress, then Furong’s dance partner is the pure Tianshan Snow Lotus.

But that's not the point. The point is that this witch's facial features cannot be said to be very similar to Harley's, they can only be said to be exactly the same.

Shh... Professor McGonagall, this is still me. But this is my private secret.

Harry and the witch's lips opened and closed gently at the same time, and their voices reached Professor McGonagall's ears accurately.

It's just a little magic trick, it can't be put on the stage.

Professor McGonagall was immediately amazed.

She had heard that magic similar to clones existed during the time of the Four Founders, but she didn't expect that she could actually see it in Hogwarts now.

Although the other warriors and dance partners did not hear the truth of the matter, they were still surprised and whispered among themselves.

Hermione held onto Harry's arm tightly, glancing nervously at the girl next to her from time to time, as if Harley would disappear at any moment.

Professor McGonagall, I guess it doesn't matter who my partner is, does it?

Furong smiled gracefully and said generously,

I didn't break a single rule of the Yule Ball after all.

Yes, you are right, Miss Delacour. Professor McGonagall nodded sharply,

This is your freedom, so I won't ask any more questions. It's getting late, let's go in.

At this time, other students had already sat down in the auditorium, and everyone was chatting excitedly.

And the topic they talked about the most was Harry and Hermione just now.

In this regard, everyone has a consensus - it's bad, I didn't invite Harley before, it's really a big loss!

And Hermione, why didn't they realize before that Hermione, who had two big front teeth, messy brown hair, and looked like a complete nerd, turned out to be so beautiful!

When the warriors entered the auditorium, there was warm applause all around.

And Harry and Hermione, who were walking in the first row, enjoyed the most enthusiastic applause, and also received the most attention.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't been leading the team, Harry suspected that Fred and George would have hired gun salutes on both sides of the road.

Later, Fu Rong and her dance partner appeared on stage, which also caused a lot of discussion.

Apparently, everyone noticed that Fleur's partner had a striking resemblance to Harley, but no one knew the truth.

Gabrielle did know something, but in order to attend the Yule Ball, she was forced to make a three-part agreement with Fleur, which included a prohibition on talking about her sister's dance partner to anyone else.

So she could only sit in front of the table boredly, laughing to herself as she listened to the various wrong guesses made by Beauxbaton's students next to her.

Finally, the warriors took their seats at tables at the very front of the auditorium.

The long teacher's table that should have been placed here has disappeared, replaced by a huge round table, enough for eight judges, six warriors and their dance partners to surround it.

As for the other professors from Hogwarts and a few professors from other schools who were equivalent to teaching assistants, they sat at another round table.

At this time, the referees had arrived, and Professor Dumbledore sat at the head of the long table.

He was wearing a dark purple robe, and around his neck was a scarf made of wool and unicorn fur that Harley had just given him.

Obviously, Professor Dumbledore liked this scarf very much and was showing it off to Ms. Maxim next to him with an undisguised smile.

Ms. Maxim was obviously very familiar with the mentality of an old naughty boy like Professor Dumbledore, so she just rolled her eyes and chose to be out of sight and out of mind.

The other principals wore similar clothes to their own warriors, basically wearing the distinctive clothes of their own schools.

It wasn't until everyone sat down that the referees had a chance to carefully look at the warriors present.

When they saw Harry, they all felt a sense of astonishment. Some principals who were not very good at Occlumency even lost their minds for a moment.

However, Professor Dumbledore remained unmoved, and the expression on his face did not even change.

More than one principal noticed this detail and sighed silently in his heart:

As expected of Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard of this century!

His Occlumency and control of his state of mind have reached this level, and he has no fluctuations in the face of such a shocking appearance!

Of course, what Professor Dumbledore had in mind was not as complicated as they thought.

But what exactly Professor Dumbledore is thinking is unknown to others.

When they saw Furong's dance partner, the principals' eyes widened instantly.

What is going on? Karkaroff asked gruffly, Who is this Miss Delacour's dance partner?

I don't think she is obligated to tell you, Karkaroff.

Before Fleur could speak, a cold voice came first. Ms. Maxim stared at Karkaroff.

She is my student, as long as I make sure her dance partner is okay.

And I can completely guarantee with the reputation of the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that Fleur's dance partner is completely within the scope of the Six Wizard Tournament regulations!

What Karkaroff wanted to say later was immediately choked back by Ms. Maxim's words.

He seemed a little unconvinced and wanted to say something more.

But after comparing his body shape with that of Ms. Maxim, Karkaroff wisely put all these words back in his mouth.

He was a little scared. If he said anything more, Ms. Maxim wouldn't pick him up and tear him alive, right?

Harry took Hermione's arm and sat down, while Fleur sat on the other side.

As soon as Hermione sat down, she looked curiously at the witch beside Fleur, and asked softly in a voice that only four people could hear:

Fu Rong, tell me clearly, who is this?

It's Harry. Fleur said with a smile, Didn't you recognize it?

Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly and repeated uncertainly: Harry?

But isn't Harley sitting next to me now?

Hermione. The witch spoke, her voice exactly the same as Harry's,

I remember telling you that I have many wonderful magical talents, some of which even you don't know about.

Harry didn't lower his voice, and everyone else at the table heard the words.

Suddenly, the warriors and referees had different expressions. Some looked surprised, while others frowned.

No one doubts the claim of innate magic.

After all, the magical world is so vast and wonderful. Some people are born masters of transfiguration, and some can master Legilimency without learning.

But what everyone cares about is the impact of this wonderful magic on the game.

After all, the Six Wizards Tournament does not limit talent in magic, and everyone has already witnessed Harley's strength in the first event.

If there were two Harleys like this... I can't imagine what terrible things would happen!

Of all the people, Krum looked the most melancholy.

Harley can even use her gifted magic to create another version of herself, but she is unwilling to let one of them attend the dance with her.

It hurts my heart!

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and continued to pursue her:

So...is this a clone type of magic you created? Is the one next to me the original one?

Or...is the one next to Furong the real body~?

Hermione deliberately prolonged her voice, revealing a dangerous atmosphere.

Hearing this, Fleur seemed to suddenly think of something and stared at Harry.

No, this is not my clone. Harley avoided this fatal trap keenly and denied it from the source.

Another witch also said softly:

Both of these are me, there is no distinction between them, and there is no such thing as the so-called clone and the original body.

Hermione and Fleur squinted their eyes slightly, unable to find any loopholes in their words, and finally chose to let the question go.

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After solving this fatal problem that could explode at any time, Harry had the time to look around.

The auditorium at this time was different from today's noon. The walls of the auditorium were covered with sparkling silver-white frost.

The ceiling now showed a starry night sky, hung with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe sprigs and ivy.

Hundreds of long candles are located in the middle of these garlands. Under the bright starlight, the flames sway gently, exuding a charming brilliance.

The four deans' tables disappeared and were replaced by a hundred large tables lit with lanterns, with more than a dozen students sitting at each table.

A shiny plate, cutlery, and a small menu were placed in front of each student.

Other than that, there was nothing on the table.

This confused the little wizards who were accustomed to the buffet. Many students, especially the little badgers, turned their attention to Professor Dumbledore.

However, Professor Dumbledore quickly demonstrated.

He looked at his menu carefully, and then said very clearly to the plate in front of him:

Pork chop!

A huge pork chop appeared immediately, and everyone else, enlightened, followed suit.

I have to say that Professor Dumbledore’s trick this year is really good.

It would be better if the dishes he comes up with are as good as this ordering idea.

Harry seriously suspected that Professor Dumbledore referred to some traditional delicacies from British Muggle universities when designing the menu.

For example, there is a delicacy on the dessert menu: Sweet and Salty Chicken Tarts.

Hallie has eaten chicken legs and egg tarts, but she has never eaten chicken tarts.

And it’s sweet and salty, which sounds very delicious and creative.

But before Harry could order it, Catherine on the side ordered the dessert directly out of curiosity.

The finished product that appeared almost caught Harley's eye, making her glad that she didn't order this dessert.

Because a... small egg tart appeared in front of Catherine, with a large chicken drumstick embedded in it.

Good guy, is this a chicken tart? What a... image!

In addition, Professor Dumbledore also stuffed various other personal items,

For example, sizzling honey candy mixed with cockroach piles, fried potato chips topped with strawberry jam and creamy flies, butter beer soaked with blood-flavored lollipops and added with honey...

The key is that he also gave these gadgets a nice name.

For example, why can a bloody candy bar soaked in butter beer and honey be called a Bloody Sweet Mary?

After trying it a few times, everyone only dared to order dishes with straightforward names, such as grilled burdock warthog and grilled Sliggett squid.

This dinner only lasted an hour and ended, but the students did not complain that the time was too short.

On the contrary, everyone had a tacit agreement to only eat until they were five to six cents full. Occasionally, a few students who wanted to eat more were dissuaded by their friends.

For example, Ron wanted to stuff an extra chicken drumstick into his mouth, but Seamus stabbed him hard in the waist and muttered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

Ron, did you forget you're going to dance soon?

At the end of the meal, Professor Dumbledore stood up.

Everyone looked at him in unison, with uncontrollable excitement in their eyes.

Professor Dumbledore waved his wand gently, and the table instantly flew to the wall, leaving an open space in the middle.

Professor Dumbledore conjured up a high stage again, against the base of the right wall, with a drum set, several guitars, a lute, a cello and several organs placed on it.

A group of wizards walked out of the small door behind the auditorium.

Their hair was particularly thick, and their black robes were deliberately torn into tatters.

It's the Weird Sisters, a very famous band in the wizarding world and very popular among young wizards.

However, the older generation of wizards don't like them very much, especially pure-blood wizards. They feel that the clothes and songs of the Weird Sisters are not in line with the glory of wizards.

This attitude... is similar to the attitude Muggle parents have when they find out their children like hippies.

However, Professor Dumbledore really liked this combination. This combination reminded him of his youth.

The weird sisters crowded onto the stage and picked up their instruments.

The lights in the auditorium quickly dimmed, leaving only the dance floor brightly lit.

Harry stood up gracefully, bowed slightly towards Hermione, and stretched out a hand:

Dear Miss Granger, may I ask you to dance with us tonight?

Of course, Hermione responded with a smile, but I'd like it to be more than just tonight and more than just one dance.

With that said, Hermione took Harry's hand and stood up.

Of course, I'd love to.

Harry pulled the chair under Hermione back, and the two held hands and walked towards the center of the dance floor.

The other warriors also realized what needed to be done now and stood up one after another.

Now it’s time for the Warriors to lead the dance.

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(Thanks to the Qiyexi boss for the reward!)