Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Looking at the room after the battle, Harry frowned slightly.

I thought I could get some benefits, after all, the corpse fragments of demigods can also be made into simple sealed objects.

But Harry didn't expect the other party to be so strong, and directly used the ability to fight for life, and there was not even ashes left in his whole body.

This makes Harley very regretful, after all, the ashes of the strong have certain special effects.

As for the threat of that gray light, Harry wasn't too afraid.

Voldemort claims that he is not in his prime, is it true that Harry is? Who didn't hit the stage hard?

As for Voldemort's claim that he could not die, in Harry's view, it was even more of a joke.

The group of fortune tellers and demigods in the Secret Order also claim to be immortal, and a few guys who don't know if they are Sequence Three or Sequence Four can use secret puppets to exchange positions indefinitely to save their lives.

As a result, the secret order is still like a mouse in the gutter, not daring to show up at all. Any orthodox church can suppress them and fight them.

Occasionally, there were a few particularly arrogant ones, who were beaten into sealed objects by the red gloves of the Goddess of the Evernight within a few days of being active.

The saints of the Aurora Society claim to have mastered the magic of flesh and blood, and can recover no matter how badly they are injured.

As a result, in Harley's long life, those saints changed countless times, and many of them were beaten to death by the demon hunters of the Church of God of War.

Even in her heyday, Harley was known as the Undead Witch, but Harley knew best how to kill herself.

So Harley doesn't believe in the existence of undead creatures at all. The so-called immortality is nothing more than not finding the right way to kill.

So the only thing that made Harley unhappy about this fight was that she didn't get any spoils.

No, it cannot be said that no spoils were taken. After simply cleaning up the mess, Harry looked at a red stone in his hand.

So Voldemort came here for a stone of life? He wanted to recast his body? Harry muttered to himself, looking at the stone in his hand.

In Halle's long life, part of the time was spent at sea.

There she met people from the Mother Earth Church.

Therefore, she naturally knew the sequence of ancient alchemists, and also knew that they could refine a magical stone of life, which was said to be able to heal all injuries and even recast the body.

At that time, Harley was still the Witch of Despair, so she was naturally eager for the Stone of Life.

After all, with this thing, life can be extended, injuries can be recovered, and it is equivalent to an extra life when necessary.

But this stone of life has nothing to do with Harry. Since Professor Dumbledore personally took out the Stone of Life to catch Voldemort, he must have done something to the Stone of Life to lock its position.

More importantly, this stone of life doesn't contain much vitality and magic power, and it is almost scrapped.

Presumably this is also the reason why Professor Dumbledore is willing to take out this Stone of Life to go fishing!

That being the case, Harry naturally wouldn't feel uncomfortable taking the Life Stone as his own.

I just don't know what expression Voldemort would have if he knew the truth and knew that what he wanted to steal was just a waste product.

Harry threw the Philosopher's Stone in front of the magic mirror, and left the room without looking back.

It was almost four o'clock in the morning, and she needed to catch up on her sleep and think of a suitable reason to face Professor Dumbledore after getting up.

Professor Dumbledore is so powerful, there must be a way to monitor everything found here.

So concealing it is not a wise choice, it is better to find a way to mislead him, or only tell part of the real information, and hide your deepest secret.

After returning to the dormitory, despite being extremely sleepy, Harry still chose to take a good shower to wash off the dust on his body.

Afterwards, she fell headfirst on the bed in the dormitory, not forgetting to lift the sleeping curse of the three roommates.

If people in other dormitories find out tomorrow that the four people in Harley's dormitory can't wake up no matter how they scream, then it will be a lot of fun.

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That morning, Harry felt his nose itch and hot air blowing in his ears.

She turned over in a daze, feeling that she was pressed against a soft object, and there was an exclamation in her ear.

But Harry, who was too tired, didn't care.

After a while, Harry finally woke up. She rubbed the corners of her eyes and realized that her sleeping position today was slightly indecent, as if lying on the pillow.

After all, with such a soft texture, only Harry's silk pillow has this level of softness.

Harry got up, eyes still closed, subconsciously rubbed the corners of his eyes, then stretched.

After fully waking up, Harry opened his eyes and saw Hermione who was stunned in front of him...

Hermione?

Harry opened his mouth wide, and began to try hard to recall last night:

It seemed that after taking a shower and changing into pajamas, he was so tired that he lay down on it without even being sure which bed belonged to him.

Thinking of this, Harry became nervous for a while, trying hard to search his memory, hoping that the instinct of the Pleasure Witch hadn't been triggered.

After confirming that she hadn't activated her current core ability, Harley finally took a breath, and her racing heart calmed down.

But Hermione was not at peace.

Harry...why did you come to my bed last night? The girl blushed and asked in a low voice,

Hermione almost whispered the last sentence. If it weren't for the hearing enhancement that the assassin brought to Harley, she would definitely not be able to hear clearly.

Get up quickly! I'm starving to death, I'm going to have breakfast.

Hermione gave a hmm in a mosquito-like voice, but didn't move.

Harry didn't care, and quickly slipped back into his tent and changed his clothes. Yesterday's dirty night clothes were thrown into the basket by Harry.

At this time, the night clothes had disappeared. By the next night, the clothes would be clean and neatly placed on Harry's bed.

Whenever this time, Harley would lament the convenience and comprehensiveness of magic.

Perhaps the combat effectiveness of magic is not as strong as the sequence path, but in terms of assisted living, magic absolutely crushes the sequence path in all aspects.

After Harry finished changing her clothes, Hermione finally blushed and shyly got out of the tent.

Harry chuckled and headed to the bathroom. After reverting to being the Pleasure Witch, Harley felt much better.

After enjoying breakfast with Hermione, Hedwig brought a letter to Harry.

The letter was in the same encircled lettering as the card that came with the invisibility cloak at Christmas.

And the signature is Dumbledore, he wants Harry to go to the office.

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(Thank you slightly for your guess!)

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

(Thanks to the final python and the god-killing snake for the reward!)

I was almost audited, so I had to accept the magical power. Thanks to some bigwigs in the author group for reminding me, let me rein in the precipice, and let this chapter meet with you.