Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 49 Fortunately, the joy was not triggered

Looking at the post-war room, Harley frowned slightly.

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

But Harley didn't expect that the other party would be so strong, and directly used his life-threatening ability, leaving not even ashes on his body.

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

As for the threat of that gray light, Harry was not that afraid.

Voldemort claimed that he was not in his prime, could it be that Harry was? Who doesn’t play with heavy injuries?

As for Voldemort's claim that he was immortal, Harry thought it was even more of a joke.

The group of soothsayer demigods from the Secret Order are also known to be immortal. There are a few guys who don't know whether they are Sequence Three or Sequence Four. They can use marionettes to switch positions indefinitely to save their lives.

As a result, the Secret Order was still like a rat in the gutter, not daring to show up at all. Any righteous church can suppress them and beat them.

Occasionally, there are a few particularly arrogant ones who were beaten alive and turned into sealed objects by the red gloves of the Night Goddess 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 from any serious injury.

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 immortal witch, but she knew best how to kill herself.

So Harley doesn't believe in the existence of immortal creatures at all. The so-called immortality is just that I haven't found the right way to kill.

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

No, it can’t be said that no loot was obtained. After simply cleaning up the mess, Harley looked at a red stone in her hand.

"So Voldemort came for the Stone of Life? He wanted to reshape his body?" Harley looked at the stone in her hand and muttered to herself.

Harley spent part of her long life at sea.

There she met people from the Mother Earth Church.

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

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

After all, with this thing, you can extend your life and recover from injuries, which is equivalent to an extra life when necessary.

But this Stone of Life has nothing to do with Harley. Since Professor Dumbledore personally took out the Stone of Life to catch Voldemort, he must have done the corresponding tricks on the Stone of Life to lock its location.

More importantly, this Stone of Life no longer contains much vitality and magic power, and is almost useless.

It must be this reason that made Professor Dumbledore willing to take out this Stone of Life to go fishing!

In this case, Harry would naturally not feel uncomfortable and take the Stone of Life as his own.

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

Harley threw the magic 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 quickly and think of a suitable reason to face Professor Dumbledore after getting up.

Professor Dumbledore is so powerful, he must have a way to monitor everything found here.

So hiding it is not a wise choice. It is better to find ways to mislead him, or only tell part of the true information and hide your deepest secret.

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

Then, she fell down on the bed in the dormitory, not forgetting to lift the sleeping curse on her 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, it will be great fun.

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That morning, Harley felt her nose itchy and hot air blowing in her ears.

She turned over in confusion, felt herself pressing on something soft, and heard a exclamation in her ears.

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

After some time, Harley finally woke up. She rubbed the corners of her eyes and noticed that her sleeping position today was a bit inelegant, as if she was lying on the pillow.

After all, such a soft texture can only be found in Harley's silk pillows.

Harley climbed up, her eyes still closed, she subconsciously rubbed the corners of her eyes, and then stretched.

After fully waking up, Harry opened his eyes and saw the dumbfounded Hermione 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 bath and changing into pajamas, I was so tired that I lay down on it without even confirming which bed was my own.

Thinking of this, Harley became nervous and searched hard for memories, hoping that the pleasure witch's instinct was not triggered.

After confirming that she had not activated her current core ability, Harley finally took a breath and her rapid heartbeat calmed down.

But Hermione was not at peace inside.

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

Hermione almost whispered the last words. If it weren't for the hearing enhancement brought to Harley by the assassin, she would never be able to hear clearly.

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

Hermione said "hmm" in a mosquito-like voice, but made no move.

Harry didn't pay attention and quickly slipped back into his tent and changed his clothes. Harry threw yesterday's dirty night clothes into the basket.

At this time, Ye Xingyi had disappeared. By the next night, the clothes will be clean and neatly placed on Harley's bed.

Whenever this happens, Harley will sigh at the convenience and comprehensiveness of magic.

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

After Harry had finished changing his clothes, Hermione finally got out of the tent with a blushing face.

Harley chuckled and headed to the bathroom. After returning to her role as the Pleasure Witch, Harley felt much better.

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

The letter had the same circle-within-a-circle font as the card that came with the invisibility cloak at Christmas.

The signature was Dumbledore, who wanted Harry to go to the office.

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(Thank you for the tip for your guess!)

(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)

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

I almost got audited, so I had to accept the magical power. Thanks to some of the big guys in the author group for reminding me to step back from the cliff and make this chapter available to everyone.