Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

The carriage was driving in the direction of the school.

Harry ignored the mild musty and straw smell in the carriage, and focused on the Thestral pulling the carriage.

Witness and understand death to some extent?

Harry thought about the past hundreds of years.

When she was an assassin for the first time, according to the order of the Witch Sect, she personally assassinated a Sequence Nine priest of the Church of the God of Craftsman.

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

When she was wandering the land and fishing in troubled waters among various forces, she witnessed that man who divided the era, comparable to Newton and Einstein, was assassinated by countless nobles and unknown church masters.

When she took the initiative to attack and kill members of the Witch Sect, she witnessed the fallen ordinary people in the great smog of Backlund.

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 in the Rose sect, and among the witches, she is also the group with a higher moral bottom line.

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

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

Harry smiled silently, and didn't continue to dwell on this question.

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

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The carriage bumped and swayed along the road, passing through two imposing wrought iron gates.

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

Harry and Hermione got out of the car, followed the group into the Great Hall, and took seats at the Gryffindor table.

The professors are already seated at the teacher's bench.

Beside Professor Flitwick, Professor Lockhart was wearing a bright purple robe and neatly combed his golden hair.

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

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

As for Professor Lockhart, on the other side is Professor Snape. It can be seen that Professor Snape seems to be more dissatisfied than Professor Flitwick.

The expression on Professor Snape's face seemed to be the same as someone owed him eight hundred Galleons. He didn't smile until he met Harry's gaze.

Harry was still looking at the teacher's seat when he suddenly felt someone poke his waist.

She turned her head and saw that it was Hannah who had sneaked across the Ravenclaw table and slipped to Harry's side:

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

My last box on the train, Harry replied.

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

And then... the Hufflepuff badger was drawn away.

Hannah changed the subject rationally, and handed Harry a leather bag: Harry, your homework.

I've counted them, and none of them are missing, and they're not damaged either.

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

And the content of the homework, we have checked each other, so you can rest assured...

Hannah wanted to say more, but Harry had already caught a glimpse of the teacher's bench, and seemed to be looking at him.

Okay, Harley took the homework, Hurry up and go back! Our deans are sitting on the classroom mat, it's not fun to be 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! said Hermione in a small, stern voice, if I heard correctly...

That's why you heard it wrong. Harry quickly blocked Hermione's mouth, lest this witch known as Professor McGonagall unleash her powers.

Just at this time, Professor McGonagall had already gone to lead the freshmen, which gave Harry a better reason.

I'll talk about it later when I have time, the sorting ceremony is about to begin. Harry said in a low voice.

Hermione glared at Harry angrily, but said nothing.

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

It can be seen that concealing the sorting method from the new students is definitely a tacit tradition of all the old students at Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall quickly read the list. During this period, Harry was lying on the table bored, tilting his head and watching the freshmen he didn't know at all being sorted into different colleges one by one.

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, several of her older brothers are quite famous in Hogwarts. The eldest, Bill, has very good grades, and the second, Charlie, is good at playing Quidditch.

Percy, the third child, always fulfills the duties of the prefect, and the Weasley twins are famous throughout the school for their pranks.

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

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

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

Harley looked at the various simple and crude steaks on the table, and couldn't help but sigh, the French dishes are 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 on related dishes at all.

Those hours of attending various banquets are used to receive all kinds of useful information.

Of course, it is not to say that this simple and rough grilled steak and fried lamb chops are not good. From a practical point of view, these are indeed the best choices for replenishing physical strength.

But... it can only be considered from a practical point of view.

After the banquet, Dumbledore introduced the new professor again like the previous semester, and emphasized the school rules and discipline.

Somewhat to Harry's surprise, the very expressive Professor Lockhart didn't choose to interrupt Professor Dumbledore's speech, or express himself at the start-of-term dinner.

Harry carried the cowhide bag in his hand, and returned to the Gryffindor common room with Hermione.

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

Harry, although I don't want to say more, I still think it's wrong to copy homework for others... Along the way, Hermione was still chattering.

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 answer once, so that they can remember some correct knowledge.

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

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)