Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 33 I’ll send you the crazy ravings of the demigod

When Harley fell off the broomstick, the audience screamed in surprise, and many people stood up directly.

Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall pulled out their wands almost at the same time, and released the two slowing spells without hesitation.

However, both of their spells were isolated by the big black cocoon released by Harley and did not seem to take effect.

Fortunately, the black cocoon itself had a deceleration and shock-proof effect and fell to the ground smoothly.

Then the cocoon quickly disappears. At this time, the two deans finally saw clearly that the material of the black cocoon was Harley's hair.

At the same time, Harley raised her hand high, where a golden snitch was struggling.

There were bursts of cheers on the field, and almost everyone thought that Harley chose to jump off the broom in order to catch the Golden Snitch without any suspense.

After all, Slytherin's Seeker was also around Harry at the time. If Harry accelerated directly, it would definitely attract his attention.

In this close range situation, Harley's petite body cannot compete with Slytherin's heavy tank, so there is a high probability that she will miss the Golden Snitch.

So people automatically figured out that in order for Gryffindor to win 100%, Harry chose to ignore his own safety and jump off the broom to catch the Golden Snitch.

Therefore, the Gryffindors are even crazier. Three chasers from the Gryffindor Quidditch team rushed over and gave Harry a hug.

Other team members and spectators in the auditorium also gathered around to celebrate Harley's first victory.

Only Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall didn't look particularly good-looking.

As the only dean and apparent magic master present, they could all tell that at that moment, Harley's broom was cast with black magic, so Harley chose to jump directly.

Professor Snape waved his wand, and invisible ropes appeared, pulling Harry's broom out of the air.

He and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, but Professor McGonagall did not ask for the broom again.

After all, due to some past experiences, Professor Snape's attainments in black magic are far greater than Professor McGonagall's, and he is more suitable for examining black magic.

Moreover, Professor Snape is very kind to Harry and is unlikely to tamper with the broom or be passive in his work.

After the game, Harry returned to the common room with the Gryffindor team celebrating their first victory, but she quickly excused herself from being too tired and went back to her dormitory.

Hermione was concerned and wanted to catch up, but Harry refused on the excuse that she wanted to lie alone and quietly for a while.

After returning to the dormitory, Harley did not lie down on the bed immediately. Instead, she locked the door of the room and then took out a large number of small bottles and other props from the box.

The bottles are filled with dark-colored ointments and potions, full of spirituality and magic.

Harley quickly bit her index finger, squeezed out a lot of spiritual blood, and put it into a pure black bowl.

After erasing the occult connection between herself and blood by adding poisonous viola juice and other essential oils, Harley added various hydrosols to it, and quickly used the mixed liquid to outline various symbols.

After finishing all this, a stern look appeared in Harley's eyes.

"It's not over yet." Harley murmured to herself, and then took out a small box.

After removing the layers of ritual magic on the box, a crazy will emerged.

Harley looked at the box cautiously, and then soaked the entire box in the remaining liquid in the bowl.

"connect!"

A giant word came out of Harley's mouth. Suddenly, the crazy aura on the box surged rapidly, and bright red light flashed.

Harley felt that her spirituality was being consumed crazily, and when her spirituality exceeded 1/3, she decisively terminated the ritual and resealed the small box.

"He must be in a lot of pain. He has to bear so much crazy will, and his fragile soul must be severely damaged." A sneer appeared on Harley's lips.

When she realized that someone was cursing her broom through black magic, thus indirectly endangering herself, Harley immediately marked the person in the opposite direction with blood and launched a curse attack targeting the soul.

Harley originally just wanted to give a warning. After all, in public, the attacker would not dare to go too far.

As long as he is unable to fight back in a short period of time, Harley can calmly erase the connection between the two to prevent the unknown attacker from counterattacking again through Harley's attack.

But what Harry didn't expect was that the attacker's soul was so fragile, and his counterattack didn't receive any decent resistance!

So after coming back, Harley immediately chose to attack the opponent directly through the soul, trying to inflict heavy damage to the opponent again.

However, considering that some time has passed since his last attack, the attacker may have been prepared.

So Harley did not attack directly, but used the soul fragment that carried the crazy will generated when she broke through the demigods.

Harley had already used blood once before when she counterattacked, and that touch of blood still existed in mystical terms.

So Harry released the blood again this time and erased its occult connection with the body, and then let the blood conduct the madness carried by the soul in the box to attack the attacker.

"I send you my demigod's crazy ravings. Although the connection time is short, the power is not too weak.

Hopefully that fragile soul doesn't go straight crazy. "Harry thought as he happily cleaned up the traces of the ritual.

……

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Professor Quirrell was drinking bottles of potions crazily.

His iconic scarf that covered almost his entire head had been taken off and thrown onto the bed.

And on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, which should be covered with thick hair, there is a face, a snake face.

The face was ferocious and terrifying, white without any blood, which formed a sharp contrast with the blood-red snake-shaped pupils.

The most impressive thing about this face is that he has no nose, only two snake-like slender nostrils.

At this time, this face was roaring crazily: "You are an idiot! Trash! Muggle! Squib!

You haven't done any of the things you need to do!

Breaking into Gringotts was just a wasted trip, I didn't even see the Philosopher's Stone, and I wasted so much power!

You haven't figured out all the levels yet, and you can't even defeat a dog!

Now I ask you to attack a first-year little witch, and you can actually fail and be attacked by magic!

I have never seen such incompetent Death Eaters! "

Professor Quirrell drank the potion quickly while listening to Voldemort's curses with trembling. He did not dare to speak back at all, or even have any disrespectful thoughts flash through his mind.

After all, Voldemort is now monitoring Quirrell's brain, and any disrespectful thoughts can be detected.

After a crazy verbal output, Voldemort couldn't help but feel a little tired.

After all, the previous "magic backlash" had hurt his soul, causing Voldemort's already fragile soul fragments to endure even greater pain.

Although Voldemort occasionally wondered why an ordinary gaze could hurt his soul when it backfired.

However, he didn't think much about it. He just thought that Quirrell was too useless and couldn't use such a simple magic well.