Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 45 Good evening, Mr. Nose

After making the final decision, Harley's whole body burned with black flames, and she quickly passed through the black flames burning on the door in front.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry looked at that face and suddenly felt sick.

As a kind of handsome man and beauty who is used to seeing nobles from various kingdoms, and she is a charming witch herself, Harley has always been a standard beauty control.

But that face was hideous and terrifying, pale, with bright silver unicorn blood stained at the corner of its mouth.

His blood-red pupils were long and narrow, like those of a snake. Under the eyes are snake-like slender nostrils, without a nose.

This face is a mistake when you look at it, and it is even crueler when you look closely.

But Harley felt that this face was a bit familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere. Of course, a battle could break out at any time now, so Harley didn't think about it in detail.

"Oh ho ho, here comes a little mouse!" The face said teasingly in a hoarse, cold, snake-like voice.

"Good evening, Mr. Nose." Harley responded in a respectful tone without showing any signs of weakness.

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

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

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

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

Harley's brain was working rapidly, and her vigilance increased again. If the person in front of him is really the Dark Lord, then he must be even more careful.

Voldemort didn't care what Harry was thinking. He was too arrogant and didn't bother to understand the thoughts of the junior student in front of him.

"...You should be grateful to the Dark Lord for not killing you immediately!" Voldemort threatened in a faint voice.

"But in order to survive, I think you, the 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 she went to the fourth floor, many unused materials were placed by Harry in an abandoned bathroom on the third floor.

Harley only brought a small fanny pack, which contained a few bottles of commonly used hydrosols and two small pieces of extraordinary properties, as well as all of Harley's magic mirrors and wands.

Now, Harley's hands were constantly rubbing each other behind her back, carefully applying the hydrosol.

This is a quick ritual method summarized by Harley, which can produce certain ritual effects during battle.

Although the effect is not particularly good, 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 Mr. Dark Lord without a nose." Harley's face was slightly red, and her cherry-colored lips opened and closed, giving people a slightly drunken feeling.

She said in a pitiful tone: "I'm so scared! Can you stop me from doing such dangerous things?"

As he said this, Harley's eyes were actually a little moist, filled with tears, and she seemed to be so scared that she was about to cry. There is also an inexplicable atmosphere brewing in the air.

Voldemort's emotions were instantly aroused. At that moment, he felt that he was damned for actually wanting to kill such a poor girl.

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

But the moment he was stunned was enough for Harley to launch an attack.

Voldemort felt his arms and legs tighten at the same time, as if they were tightly entangled by countless invisible filaments.

At the same time, Harry made a throwing motion, and four ice spears condensed out of thin air behind him, and pierced Voldemort fiercely.

Harry also threw a berry at Voldemort, with a painful expression on his face.

"Bribery - weaken!" "Distort - amplify!"

Harley endured the pain in her mind and forcibly used the extraordinary characteristics of the contaminated piece of Corrupted Baron, taking advantage of the briber's bribery ability and the Corrupted Baron's twisting ability.

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

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

At the same time, the four ice spears were "distorted" and strengthened in all directions, and the cold air emitted caused the moisture in the air to condense.

It looks like Voldemort will be pierced by a spear!

But Voldemort also defended himself at that moment.

A silver shield appeared out of thin air, blocking four ice spears.

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

Voldemort's face suddenly darkened: "Damn Quirrell, you are such a waste! I have burned my life force, but I am still struggling so hard during the battle!"

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

The attack failed, and Harley was not disappointed. She had not expected to take away Voldemort in one round, at least the bribery ability had taken effect.

In the next period of time, Voldemort will be weakened to a certain extent whether he attacks himself or defends himself against his attacks.

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

Harley had turned on her invisibility and tried her best to hide herself in this dimly lit room.

A short ice spear was thrown by Harley towards the magic flames on the ceiling, trying to plunge the room into darkness, making her own dark vision advantage even greater.

The smoke spell was also used by Harley 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 would be difficult for Voldemort to detect Harry's position, and he might be harmed unintentionally, but Harley could easily determine Voldemort's position.

At the same time, Harley stepped on the thin threads and quietly approached Voldemort, trying to stab Voldemort in the neck.

The scene seemed to be shifting in Harley's direction, and it seemed that Voldemort was powerless to fight back.

If only that were the case.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)

(Thanks to Furry Nanachi for the tip!)