Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 73 Turning a blind eye to death

The carriage drove towards the school.

Harry ignored the faint smell of musty and straw in the carriage and stared intently at the Thestral pulling the carriage.

Witness and understand death to some extent?

Harley thought about the past hundreds of years.

When she first became an assassin, she followed the orders of the Witch Sect and personally assassinated a Sequence 9 priest of the Church of the God of Artisans.

After she defected from the Witch Cult, she used a trap to kill the two witches who came to hunt her for the first time.

While she was wandering around the land, fishing in troubled waters among various forces, she witnessed the man who defined an era, who was comparable to Newton and Einstein, being assassinated by countless nobles and unknown church masters.

When she took the initiative to attack the members of the Witch Sect, she witnessed the fallen ordinary people in the Backlund Great Smog.

And their deaths were just to speed up the digestion of the potion by a desperate witch.

Harley thinks that she is very similar to the abstinence sect of the Rose Cult, and she is also the group with a higher moral bottom line among the witches.

But when...she also turned a blind eye to death?

Some people and some things really can't go back to the past.

Harley smiled silently and did not continue to dwell on this issue.

After all, she is a witch who controls the field of disaster!

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The carriage bumped and swayed along the road and passed through two magnificent wrought iron gates.

There are stone pillars on both sides of the gate, and on the top of the pillars sits a wild boar with wings.

Harry and Hermione got out of the car, followed the large group into the Great Hall, and found a seat at the Gryffindor table.

The professors have already taken their seats at the teachers' bench.

Next to Professor Flitwick, Professor Lockhart was wearing a bright purple robe and had his golden hair neatly arranged.

He held his head high and looked at the little wizards with a smile, showing his white teeth.

Beside him, Professor Flitwick frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the seating arrangement.

On the other side of Professor Lockhart was Professor Snape. It was obvious that Professor Snape seemed to be even more dissatisfied than Professor Flitwick.

The expression on Professor Snape's face seemed to be that someone owed him eight hundred gold galleons. It wasn't until he met Harry's eyes that he smiled.

Harley was still looking at the teacher's desk when she suddenly felt someone poking her waist.

She turned around and saw that it was Hannah who had sneakily crossed the Ravenclaw table and slipped next to Harry:

"Harry, where did you go when you were on the train? I've been looking for you for a long time but couldn't find you."

"My last compartment on the train." Harley replied.

Hannah's face immediately showed an embarrassed look. She remembered that when she was about to find the last few boxes, she happened to meet the witch selling food.

And then... Hufflepuff's little badger was attracted away.

Hannah changed the subject sensibly and handed Harry a cowhide bag: "Harry, your homework.

I've checked it out, and there's not a single missing piece, and there's nothing damaged either.

When we pass it on, it is always packed in cowhide bags, so it is absolutely waterproof and insect-proof!

As well as the content of the homework, we have checked with each other, so you can rest assured..."

Hannah wanted to say more, but Harley had already caught a glimpse of the teacher's chair, and there seemed to be eyes on her.

"Okay," Harley took over the homework, "You should go back quickly! Our deans are both sitting on the classroom bench. It won't be fun if you get caught."

Hannah nodded, lowered her body again and slipped back.

Harry put the bag on the table beside him, turned his head and met Hermione's unkind eyes.

"Harry!" Hermione said in a small, stern voice, "If I heard correctly..."

"Then you heard wrong." Harry quickly blocked Hermione's mouth to prevent the witch known as Professor Little from unleashing her power.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had also gone to lead the new students, which gave Harry a better reason.

"We'll talk about it later when we have time. The sorting ceremony is about to begin." Harley whispered.

Hermione glared at Harry angrily and said nothing.

Professor McGonagall quickly led the new students in. The freshmen followed the professor nervously, as if they were about to face some extremely terrifying monster.

It is obvious that hiding the sorting method from the new students is definitely an unspoken tradition among all the old students at Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall read out the list quickly. During this period, Harley lay on the table in boredom, tilting her head as she watched the freshmen she didn't know at all being sorted into different houses one after another.

Oh, it can't be said that I don't know each other at all.The blond freshman, Luna, was sorted into Ravenclaw, much to Harley's disappointment.

Such an interesting little witch should come to Gryffindor!

As for the other freshmen, there was only one named Ginny Weasley, and Harry was somewhat impressed.

After all, her brothers were all quite famous at Hogwarts. The eldest, Bill, had particularly good grades, and the second brother, Charlie, was good at Quidditch.

The third boy, Percy, always fulfills his duties as a prefect, while the Weasley twins are famous throughout the school for their pranks.

As for Ron...he's also a Weasley, so he's famous and there's nothing wrong with him.

Seeing Ginny being sorted into Gryffindor, Harry could only sigh that this was indeed a family inheritance.

After the sorting is over, there is a dinner party.

Harry looked at the various simple and crude steaks on the table and couldn't help but sigh, French cuisine is still exquisite.

Speaking of which, it seems that the dishes of Intis and Loen nobles are also good?

Although my life at that time was not so peaceful, and my attention was not at all on the related dishes.

The time spent attending various banquets was spent receiving all kinds of useful information.

Of course, this does not mean that such simple and crude grilled steaks and fried lamb chops are not good. From a practical point of view, these are indeed the best choices for replenishing physical strength.

However... it can only be considered from a practical aspect.

After the banquet, Dumbledore once again introduced the new professors and emphasized the school rules and disciplines as he did last semester.

To Harry's surprise, the very expressive Professor Lockhart did not choose to interrupt Professor Dumbledore's speech or express himself at the opening dinner.

Holding the cowhide bag in her hand, Harry and Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione had already asked for the password from Percy in advance, so they didn't need to follow the large group.

"Harry, although I don't want to say more, I still think it's wrong to give others copies of your homework..." Hermione was still chattering along the way.

Harry shrugged: "Okay, okay, you know, even if I don't copy it for them, they will learn from each other in the process of writing.

It would be better to let them read the correct answers once, so that they can remember some correct knowledge. "

Hermione was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to reply to Harry's reasoning.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)