Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

After making the final decision, Harry's whole body was burning with black flames, and he quickly passed through the burning black flames on the front door.

The room in front of me seemed to be the last room. The furnishings in the room are very simple, there is no decoration in the empty room.

Only in the very middle of the room was a gorgeous full-length mirror, the Mirror of Erised that Harry had seen before.

And the figure in the black cloak was standing in front of the mirror, pointing at the mirror with his wand, still muttering something.

This scene looks very normal, provided that one ignores the face on the back of the figure's head, the face of Professor Quirrell.

Harry subconsciously leaned against the wall, trying to disappear into the shadows, but it was too late.

The figure turned around and looked at the person coming from the door. And his front also caught Harry's eyes.

Looking at that face, Harry suddenly felt sick.

As the kind of handsome men and beautiful women who are used to seeing the nobles of various kingdoms, and a charming witch herself, Harley has always been a standard face control.

But that face was ferocious and terrifying, with a pale face and bright silver unicorn blood on the corner of its mouth.

His blood-red pupils were long and narrow, like those of a snake. Below the eyes are slender nostrils like snakes, and there is no nose.

This face is a mistake when it grows up, and it is cruel when you look at it closely.

But Harry felt that this face was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. Of course, a fight could break out at any time now, so Harry didn't think about it carefully.

Hehehe, here comes a little mouse! The face said teasingly in a hoarse and cold, snake-like voice.

Good evening, Mr. Nose. Harry did not show any weakness, and deliberately responded in a respectful tone.

Her hands lifted the non-existent skirt, and then she carried it behind her back.

Oh, sharp-tongued brat! How dare you speak like that to the great Dark Lord!

Harry immediately judged that if this person was not lying, then he should be the Dark Lord Voldemort, the one who cast a shadow over the British wizarding world for a long time and killed his own parents.

But isn't Voldemort already dead? No, it seems that the word death is not explicitly used in the book, but loss of power.

Harry's brain was running fast, and at the same time, his vigilance rose again. If the person in front of him was really the Dark Lord, then he had to be even more careful.

Voldemort didn't care what Harry was thinking, he was too arrogant to bother to know what the junior student in front of him was thinking.

...You should thank the Dark Lord for his kindness, he didn't kill you immediately! Voldemort threatened with a faint voice,

But in order to survive, I think you little mouse should do something for the great Dark Lord.

Like taking something out of this mirror. Thinking about it now, that old thief Dumbledore is really cunning...

Voldemort said to himself, and Harry was happy that he gave himself time to prepare.

When going to the fourth floor earlier, Harry put many unused materials in an abandoned bathroom on the third floor.

Harry only brought a small waist bag, which contained a few bottles of commonly used hydrosols and two small pieces of Extraordinary properties, as well as all of Harry's magic mirrors and wands.

Now, Harry's hands were constantly rubbing each other behind him, carefully applying the hydrosol.

This is a quick ritual method summed up by Harley, which can also use certain ritual effects in battle.

Although the effect is not particularly good, but it is better than nothing.

Voldemort finally finished his long speech, and then stared at Harry: Come on, it is your honor to dedicate your life to the Dark Lord!

But, Mister Dark Lord without a nose. Harry's face was slightly red, and his cherry lips opened and closed, giving people a feeling of being slightly smoky after drinking.

She said in a pitiful tone: He is very scared! Can you stop him from doing such a dangerous thing?

Saying that, Harry's eye sockets were a little wet, filled with tears, as if he was about to cry out of fear. There was also an inexplicable atmosphere brewing in the air.

Voldemort's emotions were provoked in an instant, and at that moment he felt that he was really damned for wanting to kill such a poor girl.

However, after all, Voldemort was still experienced in many battles, and immediately realized that this was some kind of magical ability that interfered with emotions, and used Occlumency to forcibly resist Harry's ability.

But a second of his blank stare was enough for Harry to attack.

Voldemort felt his hands and feet tense at the same time, as if being tightly entangled by countless invisible filaments.

At the same time, Harry made a throwing motion, and the four ice spears condensed out of thin air behind his back, and stabbed fiercely at Voldemort.

And Harry also threw a berry like Voldemort at the same time, with a painful expression on his face.

Bribe—weaken! Twist—enlarge!

Harley endured the pain in his mind, forcibly used the extraordinary characteristics of the tainted corrupted baron, and used the briber's ability to bribe and the corrupted baron's twisting ability.

Thanks to the physical fitness and eyesight brought to Harry by the assassin, Harry accurately smashed the berry into Voldemort's mouth, making the bribery established.

Voldemort instantly felt as if some kind of magic had been added to him. Although his strength had not been weakened, he always felt that something was wrong.

At the same time, the four ice spears were twisted and strengthened in all directions, and the cold air emitted made the moisture in the air tend to condense.

Voldemort seemed to be impaled by a single blow from the spear!

But Voldemort also defended in that split second.

A silver shield emerged out of thin air, blocking the four icy spears.

There was a muffled sound like fingernails scraping a blackboard, and the spear was blocked by the shield. However, deep marks were also left on the shield.

Voldemort's complexion suddenly sank: Damn Quirrell, what a waste! I have burned my vitality, and I still struggle so much in battle!

Apparently, he attributed his weakness to the uselessness of Quirrell's body.

The blow didn't work, and Harry wasn't disappointed. She hadn't expected to take Voldemort away in one round, at least the ability to bribe had taken effect.

In the next period of time, whether Voldemort is attacking himself or defending against his own attack, it will be weakened to a certain extent.

But this is not enough, it is far from enough to kill a seriously injured demigod.

Harley has turned on her invisibility, trying to hide her body in this dimly lit room as much as possible.

A short ice spear was thrown by Harry towards the magic flame on the ceiling, trying to darken the room and make the advantage of his own dark vision even greater.

The Smoke Curse was also used by Harry again, but this time it was not to escape, but to block the sight of both parties as much as possible.

After all, Harley has regained the ability to release spider silk.

At some point, the room was densely covered with visible and invisible threads, some were as sharp as steel wires, while others would break at the touch of a finger.

In this case, it is difficult for Voldemort to detect Harry's position, and he may be harmed unintentionally, but Harry can easily judge Voldemort's position.

At the same time, Harry stepped on the filaments and quietly approached Voldemort, trying to stab Voldemort in the neck.

The scene seemed to be shifting in Harry's direction. It seemed that Voldemort had no power to fight back.

If only that was the case.

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)

(Thanks to Furry Nanaki for the tip!)