Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Hurry up and drink the potion! Thinking of Quirrell's useless performance, Voldemort became more angry and missed those loyal men more and more.

Professor Quirrell didn't say a word, and quickly drank those forbidden potions that were helpful to the soul, but would cause great damage to the body.

Of course Voldemort didn't care whether these drugs were taboo or not. After all, what hurt Quirrell's body was what benefited Voldemort's crippled soul.

But Quirrell had no choice. After choosing to embark on this path, he has no chance to regret it.

At this moment, Professor Quirrell's body froze suddenly, and Voldemort's face also froze.

Accompanied by the wonderful fluctuations that ordinary people around cannot see, an invisible voice suddenly echoed in the ears of one person and one soul:

Chick... Praise Chick... Praise the original...

Although they couldn't understand what language it was, they directly comprehended the meaning of this language in their hearts.

A scream suddenly came from Voldemort's face, and then his eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to pass out.

Professor Quirrell also fell to his knees, trembling uncontrollably.

His body was continuously split open one after another, with blood oozing out of it.

Finally, the invisible voice disappeared, but Professor Quirrell had turned into a blood man. He seemed to be rolling over a bed of blades, and his current appearance was terrifying.

Professor Quirrell struggled to move to his bed, and barely took out a small bottle of green potion from the box under the bed.

Trembling, he pulled the plug out, almost dropping the potion on the ground several times.

After drinking the potion, Professor Quirrell trembled uncontrollably, and his face became paler than Voldemort's.

He gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming. But Professor Quirrell's entire face was still distorted, and his facial features seemed to be wrinkled together.

However, the wounds on Professor Quirrell's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the positions of the wounds were even smoother, as if they had never appeared before.

After finishing all this, Professor Quirrell struggled to get up without taking a break, and called out respectfully: Master? Master?

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Professor Quirrell was sure that his master Voldemort had passed out due to the previous injury.

Professor Quirrell sighed silently.

When he first encountered Voldemort, he thought he had met the mighty Dark Lord. And the request made by the Dark Lord was just a small test.

Therefore, Professor Quirrell willingly offered his body to let the Dark Lord parasitize, so that after passing the test, he could exchange for eternal life and stronger power.

Who knew that the Dark Lord was already so weak, extremely fragile, and could only survive by parasitizing other creatures.

And after parasitizing Professor Quirrell, the Dark Lord has been absorbing his vitality, making Professor Quirrell's body more and more fragile.

It's a pity that Professor Quirrell has been parasitized. Even if Dumbledore is capable of stripping the Dark Lord from his body now, Professor Quirrell will undoubtedly die.

So Professor Quirrell can only choose one way to go to the dark, and pray for the reputation of the Dark Lord.

After a long time, Voldemort finally woke up from his coma. Instead of yelling as usual, he said in a cold voice:

Quirinus, the Dark Lord is merciful. I will give you another chance.

Go drink the blood of the unicorn, get more life force, and restore my strength.

As long as you can complete this task, I will let it go. Don't let me down again!

Professor Quirrell quickly and respectfully agreed, but did not get a reply from Voldemort.

He just thought it was because Voldemort fell into a deep sleep because he was too weak, and he didn't care much.

However, Voldemort wasn't actually sleeping, but thinking.

In the previous ravings, perhaps because both parties were crazy enough, Voldemort finally gained a lot of information.

However, no one knows what this tainted knowledge will bring to Voldemort.

...

The attack did not bring about any change in Halle's life.

Professor McGonagall quickly returned Harley's broom and praised her for her outstanding performance in the Quidditch match.

Professor McGonagall also tells Harley not to worry about another attack.

Professor Snape has applied to referee the next match, so as to ensure that Harley is no longer in danger.

Harley expressed her gratitude to the professors on the surface, but she kept muttering in her heart.

There is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason.

If Professor Snape only valued his potion level and appreciated his potion talent, then he wouldn't even want to intervene in this kind of thing!

This is obviously within the scope of the dean's management!

Is Professor Snape a pervert? Have a special purpose for yourself?

Thinking of this, Harry felt creepy, and decided to be more careful when alone with Professor Snape, and must bring his wand and magic mirror with him.

...

Fast forward to mid-December.

The surroundings of Hogwarts Castle have been covered with thick snow, which makes the students look forward to the holiday, have a good snowball fight, and then return to their warm home, which has been away for half a year.

The Weasley twins can't wait to play in the snow before the holidays.

They bewitched some snowballs to chase Professor Quirrell on the back of the head.

I don't know why, relying on her spiritual premonition, Harry thinks this is the most glorious moment in the life of the Weasley twins.

Although the Wesla twins were locked up for this, they weren't bored either. After all, they had fun in detention, because Draco Malfoy would be there for them.

Dear Mr. Malfoy was put in detention by Professor Snape for swearing in Potions class.

In this regard, Malfoy also stated that he is very innocent, because he only stated the fact that Harley did not have a mother.

But Professor Snape sent him to Filch without giving him a chance to explain.

...

Christmas is finally here.

When Harry woke up early in the morning, the bedroom was already empty. Only then did she remember that she had sent her roommate away yesterday.

Both Lavender and Hermione returned to their home in the Muggle world, and Parvati and his sister were going back to India with their parents.

Hermione really wanted to stay with Harry, but she hadn't been home for a long time, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger missed her very much.

But Harry was also glad that she had a quiet Christmas.

Considering that there is a very sensitive Miss Granger in the dormitory who is often clingy to her, Halle dare not go out for a night tour at all, for fear of any accidents.

Now I was the only one in the dormitory, and it was time for the witch's best invisibility technique to come in handy.

Harry had been coveting the books in the restricted section for a long time, but he couldn't find them.

Mrs. Pince always kept her out of the restricted section, and it was impossible for the professors to give Harry a note casually.

Even Professor Snape, who took care of Harry the most, would not allow Harry to borrow a book about black magic.

So Harley is left to fend for herself. Well, that makes sense. While not written by 0-08, it makes perfect sense.