Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Any normal male wizard would definitely feel deep self-blame when he hears such a beautiful witch schoolgirl complaining to you with such resentment.

After all, what normal person can refuse the extraordinary charm from a witch?

But Senior Riddle is not a normal person, and he doesn’t even know if he can be called a... human now.

As we all know, after Voldemort graduated from Hogwarts and completed a short internship, he began to be idle for a long time, groping in the dark side of the wizarding world, and getting mud all over his body in various dark mire.

When learning magic, Voldemort has always adhered to the principle of power first and practicality first, and does not care about any negative effects.

According to Harley's memories of what she had seen before, Tom Riddle, who was still an intern, had an extremely handsome face.

Just relying on his skin and unique speaking skills, Tom Riddle was able to develop an extremely close relationship with the middle-aged and elderly descendant of Hufflepuff.

Ms. Hepzibah Smith was even able to share with young Tom Riddle the secret of her possession of two heirloom treasures: Hufflepuff's Gold Cup and Slytherin's Locket.

You know, many relatives who have a casual or distant relationship with Mrs. Smith do not know these two secrets.

Their intimate relationship that goes beyond the normal scope... although it is related to the sweet talk that Senior Riddle was best at, it is also enough to bear witness to his handsome appearance.

With such good innate conditions, Senior Riddle stubbornly forgot about the fact that his stomach was not very good and he needed to eat softer food, and at the same time chose to be self-reliant.

So naturally he doesn't care about the handsome face given by his parents, and can conduct magic experiments on it without any care.

Until now, his hands that looked like big pale spiders, his blood-red eyes, and his narrow slit-like snake eyes were all evidence of the transformation of his body caused by the many evil black magic mastered by Voldemort.

Even in order to make it easier for him to conquer death and go further on the road to immortality, Senior Riddle gave up the most precious thing a man has...

That's right, Voldemort gave up his nose, and has since earned the nickname Nose, a nickname that almost no one in the wizarding world would dare to call him.

Such a wizard who is extremely abnormal both psychologically and physically would naturally not feel the slightest sense of guilt because the beautiful ageless witch in front of him complained about him.

On the contrary, Voldemort became... even more excited.

Look, look! Voldemort held his wand between his fingertips and clapped his hands gently, Look, everyone, who is this?

Isn't this the girl who survived, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, the great Harry Potter?

Ah, you are so great, you are well-known throughout the magical world.

Although I have never done this before, but...can you give me an autograph?

The surrounding Death Eaters suddenly burst into laughter and clapped and howled desperately, as if apes were holding a meeting.

Nagini made bursts of hissing sounds in dissatisfaction. It was obvious that it didn't like this noisy environment, but it was a pity that no one cared about its feelings.

Oh, I think these dear friends of mine also need your signature. Voldemort grinned an evil and slightly mean smile,

Look, Harry Potter, how excited everyone is to see you!

Ah, everyone really welcomes me so much? This really flatters me!

Harry leaned forward slightly and bowed. At the same time, the wand slipped into the palm of her hand.

I'm so happy. After all, at first I was afraid that I would come uninvited and disturb the gathering of my dear senior Riddle and my masked friends.

But... A finger was gently raised and placed on Harley's mouth.

But I think I should call them...the servants who just gathered around you again?

After all, based on how you greeted them earlier, they don't look like your friends.

How could it be? Voldemort lazily shook his head, These are my beloved relatives and friends!

They are all my best friends. They have been following me since I went to Hogwarts. They know my past and are inseparable from me.

Don't you think so? My dear friends?

Voldemort waved his hand, and there was a burst of agreement around him, and all the Death Eaters nodded desperately in agreement.

You see, everyone agrees with this statement. So how can you insult them like this? Voldemort retracted his outstretched arm,

But since you are here to attend this party, I will forgive you for this little mistake.

Especially when you come to such a party dressed in such fine clothes, I'm really touched.

etc……

Voldemort suddenly prolonged his voice, pretending to be surprised,

You said before that you didn't receive an invitation? I obviously sent my loyal old friend Barty Crouch Jr. to serve as a welcome waiter to greet you.

Could it be...that you missed it?

Sorry, Senior Riddle.

The girl jumped back nonchalantly and sat on a crooked tombstone.

She sat crookedly, holding the seat with one hand, while the wand was gently spinning on the fingertips of the other hand, as if it might fall at any time.

The waiter you sent out was really rude and even used the Avada Kedavra on me.

I think he must be under too much mental stress, so I can only let him take a nap first.

Wait, let me think about it carefully... maybe eternal sleep is also possible?

Oh? Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and there was only a gap left in his originally narrow blood-red eyes.

That's really too bad. Forget it, it doesn't matter. Since he has no ability to come back to me, it only proves that he is a waste.

Trash will not be needed by the great Voldemort. I will only have the most powerful, noble, and wisest purebloods around me, and only they are worthy of being Voldemort's friends.

At this moment, Harry could clearly feel the applause and cheers around him getting louder and louder.

But correspondingly, the breathing of the Death Eaters who were wearing black hoods and covering their faces as much as possible was confused for a moment and became heavier.

Okay, okay, let's get down to business.

Voldemort didn't observe the reactions of the Death Eaters around him, or even if he did, he didn't care.

You came just in time, dear Harry Potter. It seems that there is no main course prepared for today's dinner.

Ah, no, I remembered that the main course was actually prepared...you are the main course.

After all, our relationship is so close, isn't it?

Since that night thirteen years ago...

Despite the formidable enemy, Voldemort still began his impromptu speech.

The Death Eaters also tacitly stopped their applause and listened respectfully to their master's inappropriate expression of emotions.

Harry was very cooperative and did not take action immediately. Instead, he looked at Voldemort with interest and would give polite applause from time to time.

The scene was extremely harmonious for a moment, as if it was just a group of masked people who suddenly became interested and wanted to start a Tomb Sect party.

The only two incongruous changes may be the clouds in mid-air and the tombstones on the ground.

I don't know when, there were suddenly more and more dark clouds in the sky, and gray gas slowly condensed on the tombstones in this cemetery.

The tombstone where Harry sat was also condensed with the same gray gas, but the gray was constantly and quietly blended with touches of green.

All this was going on quietly in the dark, and only two people noticed the change.

Of course, one person can only detect part of the change, and that person is delivering an impromptu speech.

...You see, he defeated me thirteen years ago, successfully prevented me from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone three years ago, and almost strangled my last hope of resurrection one year ago.

Voldemort's speech quickly came to an end,

Wow, it's exactly like the legendary prophecy! The Girl Who Lived and Harry Potter, she is really the nemesis of the Dark Lord!

Voldemort once again took the lead in laughing, but this time the Death Eaters did not dare to join in the laughter.

Everyone shut their mouths tightly and lowered their heads desperately, fearing that they would be selected as the lucky audience again and be rewarded with a heart-breaking meal.

Although there were various unexpected factors at those times, such as I was too careless and did not take into account the ancient magic cast by the mudblood woman.

For example, I am too weak and can only rely on a useless person.

For example, Wormtail is so incompetent that he can be caught by a third-year wizard.

But Voldemort will never deny his mistakes, nor forget his failures.

So today, let's have a duel. Voldemort focused his eyes on the careless girl in front of him.

I want to show my group of friends how stupid it is to think that this girl is better than me.

I want to clear up the misunderstanding in everyone's minds and make everyone understand that Harry Potter's first few victories from me were a complete fluke.

Voldemort smiled kindly at Harry,

Are you very frightened? Is the image of imminent death about to appear in front of you?

The sad picture of silent death emerged, with the body lying silently in the soil, being corroded by insects bit by bit.

Girl, run for your life quickly. This will make this massacre called a contest more interesting.

Are you done? Harley yawned, Does that mean the duel can begin?

Of course. Voldemort smiled slightly.

So do we need to bow? Do we need to count down? Harley confirmed this detail with a slightly teasing expression.

I personally think it's necessary. Etiquette must be followed. Your dead parents must also want you to behave gracefully, right?

Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled,

Oh, I take back what I said before. I forgot that your mother is a dirty Mudblood. She probably doesn't know what manners are.

In other words, you don't need to count down? Harley's voice suddenly became calmer, colder, and gradually devoid of any emotion.

It seems that the blood of that filthy mudblood has tainted your brain and ears, preventing you from understanding the honor that exists in wizard duels.

Voldemort sighed pretending to be sad, It makes it even more difficult for you to understand my compassion and enjoy the last tender moments of your life.

But since you said there is no need to count down, then I will fulfill your little wish before you die.

Then, the duel begins...

Before Voldemort finished speaking, two spells hit Voldemort directly in the face, knocking him upside down and flying away.

Voldemort's skinny body drew a not-so-graceful curve in mid-air, and finally hit a tombstone heavily.

Suddenly, rocks scattered and dust filled the sky.

Voldemort had been buried under dirt and gravel, and not even the hem of his robe could be seen.

These two spells, one is the Cruciatus Curse and the other is the Soul-Impering Curse.

They were all created by the master of black magic, Barty Crouch Jr., and were just released about ten minutes ago. They are fashionable and hot.

And in Harley's clothes, a magic mirror is slowly disappearing.

Look, you insulted my parents, you didn't believe in my strength, and you initiated the duel yourself.

Harry nodded at Voldemort with an indifferent expression.

Even if there is no need to count down and announce the start of the duel, you said it yourself. I didn't say anything.

It's fair this time, right? There must be no misunderstanding in everyone's minds, right? I'm better than you, that's obvious.

Look, are you the one who needs to escape now? Is death appearing in front of your eyes?

Cry, scream, and run for your life, weak Senior Riddle, otherwise this massacre called a duel will be meaningless.

By the way, you are the main dish tonight, the main dish that only I can enjoy.

Listening to Harry saying similar words in a similar joking tone, suddenly, the empty cemetery was silent.

The rampant laughter of the Death Eaters seemed to be forcibly blocked by invisible balls, and no sound could come out.

They blinked, not believing what they were seeing.

Master... that invincible and invincible Dark Lord, who even Dumbledore failed to defeat, was just beaten away before his eyes?

No one dared to believe this scene, but everyone had to admit it.

And this makes them even more uncomfortable.

After all, back then they could have used excuses such as their master was careless, the ancient pure-blood Potter family has powerful magic hidden in it, Dumbledore was prepared and had laid traps in advance and so on. The master shied away, believing that the Dark Lord's defeat was only temporary.

As for Harley's achievements, they can also think that Dumbledore forced him to praise Harley.

What's more, geniuses can also do these things. Many Death Eaters believe that their masters could defeat basilisks and fire dragons when they were young, and they could even do better.

But now...the two of them are really dueling!

Moreover, his master seemed to have no power to fight back, and was still buried under gravel and loess.

Silent thunder exploded in the hearts of almost all Death Eaters, and everyone realized the same problem.

The world of magic has really changed!

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