Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Harry Potter?

Barty Crouch Jr. looked at the girl in mid-air, his voice full of shock.

His expression kept changing, showing fear, anxiety, anger and confusion.

But in the end, the expression on Barty Crouch Jr.'s face calmed down.

With the corner of his eye, he glanced at the spot where the Six-wizard Championship trophy had been previously placed, and then quickly looked back, fearing that his actions would be noticed by Harley.

And Harley sat in mid-air, taking in everything.

But she didn't say much, she just looked at Barty Crouch Jr. jokingly while swaying her feet slightly.

After shaking his head vigorously to wake himself up, Barty Crouch Jr. asked in as calm a voice as possible:

It's strange, haven't you been hit by so many of my spells? You should be lying on the ground now, unable to move.

Listening to Barty Crouch Jr.'s words, Harley shook her head with a smile and snapped her fingers:

Dear Mr. Death Eater, what are you thinking about? Your spell is so weak, how could it have any effect on me?

Impossible! Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice rose a little higher, with a hint of anger in it.

Even the great master has praised my magic level and thinks that my strength is at the top among all wizards.

Are you questioning the vision of my master, the greatest Dark Lord in the world?

Harley couldn't help but rub her temples, what's going on?

Barty Crouch Jr.'s angry point...why is it so weird?

But it's understandable, after all, I really can't figure out the thoughts of these fanatical believers.

Harley sighed, with helplessness and ridicule in her voice:

Yes, yes, your master, dear Voldemort, has very high magical attainments.

Wait... who was he defeated before? It seems... by me, who was only one year old, a little baby?

Oh my, this is really powerful~~ He is indeed the greatest Dark Lord in the world!

Harley's words instantly stung Barty Crouch Jr.

How dare you insult the master!

Barty Crouch Jr.'s face turned red, and the magic wand he held high was condensed with fluctuations of magic power, and spells would fly out at any time.

But for some reason, his anger suddenly disappeared and he calmed down again.

At the same time, he closed his mouth tightly and just stared at Harry with hatred.

Actually, I'm quite curious about your previous actions,

Harley didn't seem to notice the changes in Barty Crouch Jr.'s face or body language, and was still minding her own business, saying,

You prepared everything so carefully and wanted to sneak attack me, but you didn't kill me directly.

After you took a tube of my blood and carefully preserved it, you didn't escort it yourself, but used the portkey to perform such a complicated operation.

Your behavior is so strange. Are Death Eaters so idle?

Or... is it that your master Voldemort is particularly stupid, and he just likes to amuse you Death Eaters who obey his orders like dogs?

What do you know? Every move we make has its own meaning!

After hearing Harley's words, Barty Crouch Jr. growled in a low voice, but for the first time, a hint of joy appeared in the corner of his eyes.

He forcibly suppressed all his emotions that shouldn't appear, and used a slightly deliberately angry tone to talk to Harley.

The plan I assisted the great master in making is so meticulous. How could a little girl like you understand it?

Oh? Harry tilted his head slightly and shook his feet, What kind of detailed plan? A plan to bring Voldemort back?

Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes froze, and he quickly concealed his emotions. He continued to stare at Harley with hatred, and did not choose to answer.

After all, no matter how he answered, there might be problems and expose the master's plan, so it was better to remain silent.

Let me guess, Harry saw that Barty Crouch Jr. remained silent and started talking to himself.

Senior Riddle's current state is worse than the humblest wandering soul, but there is no real death, all he lacks is a body.

I remember... well, there seems to be a kind of black magic that uses the bones of my father, the blood of my enemies, and the flesh of my servant as a medicine, plus a large pot of complex potion, which can give the soul of the bodyless soul a new life. A body that is most suitable for him.

Is this the purpose of your efforts to expel my blood? Because Senior Riddle thinks that I am his biggest enemy. The body made with my blood can allow him to obtain the maximum amount of magic power?

Looking down at Barty Crouch Jr.'s instantly contracted pupils, Harley couldn't help but smile and applaud:

It seems that I guessed it right. I just mentioned it casually, and you exposed the truth. Your acting skills still need to be improved.

Then let me continue to guess... You can't guarantee that you can beat me in a head-on magic confrontation, so you can only make a sneak attack when I am about to win the trophy and my mind is completely focused on the trophy.

As for you not killing me, is it probably your dear master's order? After all, he was defeated by a newborn child, which will definitely lead to doubts among the Death Eaters about their master's power.

So he urgently needs to kill me with his own hands to prove to everyone that his mistake back then was just an accident...

Harley analyzed lazily, and Barty Crouch Jr.'s face became paler and paler.

He kept clenching his fists, but slowly unclenched his hands.

...These are all your plans, aren't they?

Finally, Harley finished analyzing all Barty Crouch Jr.'s plans and looked down at the ugly-looking middle-aged wizard with a smile.

Even if you know everything, so what? Barty Crouch Jr. finally spoke.

He sneered and glanced at the place where the trophy was previously placed.

Five minutes have passed now. Your blood has been sent out, and that loser Peter Pettigrew has probably assisted his master in resurrecting him.

The biggest mistake you made was that you didn't stop the master immediately. Of course, you didn't have the chance.

The greatest wizard in the world has returned. Even if you kill me to vent your anger, it will not help.

You, Dumbledore and the other bastards, pure-blood betrayers and mudbloods who oppose the master will all die at the hands of the master.

Harry suddenly burst into laughter:

How did you determine that it was my blood, and how did you determine that the blood had been sent out?

Furthermore, where do you know this is a real world?

Barty Crouch Jr. was suddenly stunned: What do you mean by that?

Means nothing.

A dark black mirror appeared above Harry's head at some point, and the mirror faced the ceiling of the room.

At the same time, a trophy appeared in her hand, a golden trophy.

Harry raised his hand and took out the silver test tube from the trophy of the Six Wizards Tournament, and threw the trophy on the cobweb beside it.

After seeing the silver test tube and clearly seeing the iconic goblin pattern on it, Barty Crouch Jr.'s pupils suddenly shrank.

He didn't have time to think more and raised his wand directly:

Avada Kedavra!

Although the master asked that he was not allowed to kill Harry Potter, he wanted to leave Harry Potter to the master himself.

But now, the master's resurrection is the most important task.

In order to achieve this goal, other commands assigned to him by the master can be temporarily put aside.

Unfortunately, Barty Crouch Jr.'s Kedavre had no effect. A group of darkness quietly appeared between the two of them, swallowing up the dazzling green light of the Kedling.

This is the mirror world, dear Mr. Barty Crouch Jr.

Harley played with the silver test tube without raising her eyes to look at Barty Crouch Jr. in front of her.

With Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes wide open, Harley pulled out the silver stopper of the test tube and slowly turned the test tube 180 degrees.

don't want……

Barty Crouch Jr. roared suddenly, but as soon as he uttered one word, the rest of the sound was stuck in his throat.

Because what poured out of the test tube was not the bright red blood that he had put into the test tube before, but a black liquid that exuded a rotten smell.

You don't really think that it was me that your spell hit before.

After pouring out the liquid, Harley threw the empty test tube aside.

I've already told you, this is the mirror world. The 'me' you saw before was just the image in the mirror.

In that case, why do you think that what you collected earlier is my blood?

The black liquid dripped from mid-air and blended into the ground without any hindrance.

At some point, the entire room was filled with gray-white mist and deep darkness.

Since you are so loyal to Senior Riddle, it seems impossible for you to follow me.

Harley shook her head regretfully,

Of course, even if you really choose to follow me, I wouldn't dare to use you. Who would reuse a traitor?

Good luck to you, Mr. Barty Crouch Jr. Devour him!

After receiving the order, the deep darkness and gray-white mist instantly surged and rushed towards Barty Crouch Jr.

It was only then that Barty Crouch Jr. discovered his situation.

He was startled for a moment, and then seemed to go crazy, desperately releasing various defensive spells.

Various rays of light bloomed around him, forming layers of barriers or shields.

But it was all in vain. Barty Crouch Jr. was just wasting his efforts.

The gray-white mist easily destroyed all the defenses he had set up, and the darkness that seemed to be activated also swallowed up Barty Crouch Jr. in an instant.

The power of silence and sleep permeated the entire mirror space. When Barty Crouch Jr. reappeared, he had fallen into the deepest sleep.

Harley hooked her fingers, and a spider's thread lifted up the Six-wizard Tournament trophy and placed it in Harley's hand.

You want to delay time so that Senior Riddle can have a chance to be resurrected, so why am I not delaying time?

Harley shook her head and gently touched the trophy in her hand.

What a cautious and clever wizard. He actually set up a series of door keys that have to be transferred five times in a row to reach the destination.

Oh, it really took me a lot of energy to track down the specific location... Next to my father's grave, Senior Riddle really chose a good place to resurrect.

Harley stood up and jumped down from the spider web.

The room shook, and everything around it shattered like a mirror.

In less than a moment, the scene returned to its original state, and Harley stood on the same spot again.

It's still a familiar scene, a familiar room, and the trophy from the Six-wizard Tournament also quietly stays where it should be.

Only the wizard in the corner, exuding vitality and magic, disappeared.

A crack suddenly appeared on the ground, and the shadow-strangling vines that had been laid out earlier emerged from it. The vines were also holding a magic mirror.

Good job. Harley rubbed the vine, and a green light flashed past.

The shadow strangulation vine quickly withered and decayed, turning into a seed.

Harley put away the seeds and picked up the magic mirror.

It is this magic mirror that transmits Harley's power, blocking the magical trajectory of the portkey coming from the mirror world, and assisting Harley in tracking a series of landing points of the portkey.

Harley felt the disappearing detection magic around her, and then patted her belly gently through the sports-friendly clothes she was wearing.

The symbol that appeared in the second level and symbolized the path of the witch appeared out of thin air, glowing with green light.

A wand fell to the ground, and the green light outlined an illusory figure around it.

The figure slowly became solid and full of vitality.

Please take the first step with the trophy. Harley nodded towards the clone opposite.

There's no need to be in a hurry, just wander around in the maze for half an hour to an hour.

Anyway, according to the news from the magic mirror on Hermione, there is chaos outside now.

So the group of people outside are probably not in the mood to care about us warriors in the maze.

The clone nodded, without saying a word, raised his hand and picked up the trophy.

The trophy twisted, and the magic of the portkey attached to it was instantly activated, trying to teleport away anyone who touched it.

But Harley's hands were covered with a layer of green light, preventing the door key from being activated.

At the same time, Harry also took out his wand and tapped the trophy: All curses are over.

The magic on the portkey was forcibly terminated in an instant, and peace returned.

See you later. Harley nodded at Harley and disappeared instantly.

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(Thanks to the boss of Guyanzhuojiu 7367 for the tip!)

Sorry, the update is late. I am in hospital, so the coding speed is really affected.