Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

After watching Professor Dumbledore leave the Dursleys' house and disappear outside the door, Harry was about to return to his room.

So she bumped into the Dursleys, who were hurrying downstairs.

Uncle Vernon turned his head and said to Aunt Petunia happily, Finally sent that freak away!

It seems that I will be able to negotiate this list! Then we can buy villas in Majorca!

Then when he turned his head, he saw the smile on Harry's face.

Uncle Vernon was trembling with fat all over his body, but he still had the courage to ask, You... haven't you already left with your principal?

Oh, my dear Professor Dumbledore probably gave me some time to write letters to my friends. Harry said casually,

That's why he will pick me up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Are you happy?

After finishing speaking, Harry stopped talking to Uncle Vernon who was standing blankly on the stairs.

A spider thread appeared out of thin air from behind her, wrapped around Harley's waist, directly took her up into the air, and landed steadily in front of the room.

This trick was learned by Harry from Spider-Man. Before becoming a witch, she peeked at Dudley's comics and was attracted by the Spider-Man in it.

Later, also relying on the inspiration brought by Spider-Man, Harley thought of the way of using spider silk around his waist to move, and remotely kite to kill the weapon master without bow and arrow.

Harry returned to the room and lay directly on the bed, recalling the previous conversation.

There were many details about house-elves that Professor Dumbledore didn't ask, and she didn't volunteer.

There seems to have been a strange tacit understanding between the two.

After thinking for a while, Halle began to write letters to her friends, informing them of her whereabouts.

Hedwig glanced at her master, her eyes filled with hopelessness.

I am used to the life where there is almost no letter to send in the first year, and now I let it be the king of paper... Really embarrassing bird!

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In the early morning of the next day, after finishing dressing up, Harry went downstairs with her half-light suitcase, after all, she had to come back before school started.

She originally thought that she would go directly to the school with Professor Dumbledore, but the professor asked herself to come back and live for a while.

After enjoying a breakfast, Harry sat quietly in the living room, flipping through his textbooks.

Professor Dumbledore knocked on the door of the house exactly at nine o'clock.

Harry dragged the box and walked over to open the door. Professor Dumbledore was already standing outside the door with his wand in hand.

Ready to start our journey, Harry? said Professor Dumbledore with a smile after the exchange of greetings.

Ready, Professor.

Fine. Dumbledore took Harry's hand, Then we'll Apparate directly to Nico's house.

It stands to reason that we should first go to the British Ministry of Magic and the French Ministry of Magic to apply for various documents, otherwise we will enter the country illegally.

But thanks to certain things that happened in the past, I have a pass from the Ministry of Magic of almost all countries in the world. I don’t need to report when I go, and I can bring extra people.

Harry nodded silently. The need to report is very similar to Muggles. After all, as long as the wizard has an idea, all of them can be turned into walking natural disasters.

No matter how bad it is, it should be no problem to easily blow up a house by chanting a few spells like Seamus to cause an explosion.

Therefore, under the premise of complying with the Secrecy Act, it is necessary to restrain and supervise the wizards who come to the country.

Let's go! Professor Dumbledore took Harry's hand, and the two disappeared into the air.

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A suburb in France.

Dumbledore and Harry appeared out of thin air and landed firmly on the ground.

Harry rubbed his head, and the frost appeared on his hands to calm himself down, dispelling the discomfort in his body.

After watching Harry finish everything, Professor Dumbledore said with a smile: Is it very uncomfortable to apparate across such a long distance?

Indeed. Harry said with a bitter face, It's disgusting to want to vomit.

It would be nice to go through it a few more times. Nicole and the others must have been waiting for a while. Dumbledore took his wand and walked towards a wasteland.

Harry immediately followed with the suitcase, and was not puzzled by the fact that the destination ahead was a wasteland.

Because there is a faint fluctuation of magic power in that direction, the destination is probably hidden by something.

After the two came to the edge of the wasteland, Dumbledore tapped the void a few times with his wand.

A manor appears out of nowhere.

Welcome to Nico's manor. Dumbledore said softly, and then the two strode in.

In the manor, there is a house-elf waiting there.

Mr. Dumbledore, Miss Potter, my master told me to wait for you here, shrieked the house-elf as soon as it saw the two of them.

Thank you, Derby. Dumbledore nodded at the house elf, and then introduced to Harry,

This is the house elf Derby of Nico's family. Nico and his wife have lived for more than 600 years. The LeMay family is also a traditional aristocrat in the French magic world.

So they also raised a lot of house elves. And Derby was the leader of all their house-elves, and the butler.

Professor, I've been meaning to ask a question. Harry suddenly asked,

How the hell did house-elves get here? Why do only wealthy pure-blood families have house-elves?

Dumbledore shook his head: I suggest you ask Nicole directly, he is most familiar with this period of history.

After all, there are many relevant records in his family, and it can even be said that he is a person who has personally experienced that period of history.

Harry nodded thoughtfully and didn't ask any more questions.

Under the leadership of Derby, the two came to the reception room all the way.

Nico and his wife Perenal are sitting on the sofa talking. Seeing Dumbledore approaching, both of them stood up.

Welcome, my dear old chap.

The two gave Dumbledore a warm hug one after another, and then Nicole said,

This is Miss Harry Potter?

Good morning, Mr. Nicole LeMay, Mrs. Perenal LeMay. Harry was wearing a wizard robe today, so he just bowed slightly.

What a polite child. Perenal looked at Harry kindly,

Son, just call us by our first names. I don't think you mind if we call you Halle.

Of course not, ma'am.

Both the host and the guest were seated, and the house elf also served drinks and desserts in due course.

The Nicols and Dumbledore were obviously old acquaintances, so there were no pleasantries at all, and they went straight to the point.

Nico leaned slightly on the sofa, his whole body sank into the soft leather:

Albus, you came this time just to bring Miss Halle to meet some old friends?

Of course. Dumbledore nodded, According to an old saying from the East that I heard during my travels, the more things you see, the more you can understand.

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu, Kong Yiji for stealing the book, MORIHUANGHUN, and Lin Xili for their tipping!)

Alas, I feel that this period of daily life is a bit watery. I want to learn how to write certain websites, but some cores are too strict. But through history at night, advance the main line.