Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

When they saw Harley fall off the broomstick, there was an exclamation in the audience, 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, the spells of the two were isolated by the big black cocoon released by Harry, and it seemed that they did not take effect.

Fortunately, the black cocoon itself had the effect of decelerating and anti-shock, so it fell to the ground smoothly.

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

At the same time, Harry raised his hand high, where a golden snitch was constantly struggling.

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

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

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

So people automatically figured out that for Gryffindor to win 100%, Harley chose to jump off the broom to catch the Golden Snitch regardless of her own safety.

Therefore, Gryffindors are even crazier. The three Chasers of the Gryffindor Quidditch team rushed over and gave Harry a hug.

The other team members and the audience in the auditorium also gathered around, celebrating Halle's first victory.

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

As the only dean present and a master of magic on the bright side, they could all see that Harley's broom was cast with black magic at that moment, so Harley chose to jump off directly.

Professor Snape waved his wand, and an invisible rope appeared, pulling Harry's broom from mid-air.

He and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, and Professor McGonagall didn't ask for the broom again.

After all, due to certain past experiences, Professor Snape's attainments in black magic far surpassed that of Professor McGonagall, and he was more suitable for the inspection of black magic.

Moreover, Professor Snape was very kind to Harry, and it was impossible for him 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 to be too tired and went back to the dormitory.

Hermione wanted to catch up with concern, but was rejected by Harry on the pretext that she wanted to lie down alone for a while.

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

Inside the bottle are some dark-colored ointments and potions, full of spirituality and magic.

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

After erasing the mystical connection between himself and the blood by adding poison violet juice and other essential oils, Harley added various pure dews to it, and quickly drew various symbols with the mixed liquid.

After finishing all this, a smoldering look appeared in Harry's eyes.

It's not over yet. Harry muttered to himself, and then took out a small box.

After undoing the layers of ritual magic on the box, a mad will emerged.

Harry looked at the box cautiously, and then soaked the whole box in the remaining liquid in the bowl.

connect!

A word in Giant language came out of Harry's mouth. Immediately, the madness on the box surged rapidly, and bright red rays of light flickered.

Harley felt that her spirituality was being consumed crazily, and when her spirituality was consumed by more than 1/3, she decisively terminated the ceremony and resealed the small box.

He must be in pain. With so many crazy wills, a weaker soul should be directly injured. The corner of Harry's mouth curled up into a sneer.

When she realized that someone had cursed her broom with black magic, thereby indirectly endangering herself, Harley immediately marked the person in the opposite direction with blood and launched a curse attack against the soul.

Harry originally just wanted to warn, after all, in public, the attacker must not dare to go too far.

As long as he can't fight back in a short period of time, Harley can calmly erase the connection between the two, so as 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 returning, Harley immediately chose to attack the opponent directly through the soul, trying to inflict heavy damage on the opponent again.

However, considering that it has been a while since his last attack, the attacker may have prepared himself.

So Harley didn't attack directly, but used the soul fragment that carried the crazy will generated when he broke through the demigod.

Harley had already used blood once in the counterattack before, and that touch of blood still exists in mysticism.

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

The crazy ravings I gave you when I was a half-god, although the connection time is very short, the power is not too weak.

Hope that fragile soul doesn't just go crazy. Harry was thinking as she happily cleaned up the traces of the ceremony.

...

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

His iconic scarf, which covered almost his entire head, had been removed and thrown on the bed.

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

That face was hideous and terrifying, white without the slightest trace of blood, in stark contrast to the blood-red snake-shaped pupils.

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

At this moment, this face was screaming frantically: You are an idiot! Trash! Muggle! Squib!

You haven't done a single thing that needs you to do!

Breaking into Gringotts was just a waste of time, I didn't even see the shadow of the Philosopher's Stone, and I wasted so much energy!

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

Now if you are asked to attack a first-year little witch, you will fail, and you will be backlashed by magic!

I've never seen such an incompetent Death Eater!

Professor Quirrell drank the potion quickly, and tremblingly listened to Voldemort's curse, not daring to reply at all, not even daring to flash disrespectful thoughts in his mind.

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

After a frantic mouth output, Voldemort couldn't help but feel a little tired.

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

Although Voldemort occasionally wondered, why can an ordinary gaze hurt his own soul when it bites back.

But he didn't think much about it, he just thought that Quirrell was too useless, and such a simple magic could not be used well.