Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 33 I’ll give you the crazy ravings of the demigods

Author: It’s Witch Harley

Chapter 33 I’ll give you the crazy ravings of the demigods

When they saw Harley falling off the broomstick, the audience screamed in surprise, 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, both of their spells were isolated by the big black cocoon released by Harley, and did not seem to be effective.

Fortunately, the black cocoon itself had a deceleration and shock-proof effect, and it fell to the ground smoothly.

Then, the cocoon disappeared quickly. At this time, the two deans finally saw clearly that the material of the black cocoon was Harley's hair.

At the same time, Harley raised her hand high, where a golden snitch was struggling.

The stadium suddenly burst into cheers. Almost everyone thought that Harley chose to jump off the broom in order to catch the Golden Snitch without any suspense.

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

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

So people automatically figured out that in order for Gryffindor to win 100%, Harry chose to ignore his own safety and jump off the broom to catch the Golden Snitch.

Therefore, the Gryffindors were even more crazy. Three chasers from the Gryffindor Quidditch team rushed over and gave Harry a hug.

Other team members and spectators in the auditorium also gathered around to celebrate Harley's first victory.

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

As the only dean and apparent magic master present, they could all tell that at that moment, Harley's broom was cast with black magic, so Harley chose to jump directly.

Professor Snape waved his wand, and invisible ropes appeared, pulling Harry's broom out of the air.

He and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, but Professor McGonagall did not ask for the broom again.

After all, due to some past experiences, Professor Snape's attainments in dark magic are far greater than Professor McGonagall's, and he is more suitable for examining dark magic.

Moreover, Professor Snape is very kind to Harry and is unlikely 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 from being too tired and went back to her dormitory.

Hermione was concerned and wanted to catch up, but Harry refused on the excuse that she wanted to lie alone and quietly for a while.

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

The bottles are filled with dark-colored ointments and potions, full of spirituality and magic.

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

After erasing the occult connection between herself and blood by adding poisonous viola juice and other essential oils, Harley added various hydrosols to it, and quickly used the mixed liquid to outline various symbols.

After finishing all this, a look of cruelty appeared in Harley's eyes.

"Things are not over yet." Harry murmured and took out a small box.

After lift the magic of layers of rituals on the box, a crazy will appear.

Harry looked at the box carefully, and then soaked the entire box in the remaining liquid in the bowl.

"connect!"

Harry's mouth spit out a giant word. Suddenly, the madness on the box quickly surged, and the bright red light flashed.

Harry felt that her spirituality was being consumed crazy, and when the spiritual consumption exceeded 1/3, she decisively terminated the ceremony and seal the small box again.

"He should be very painful. He assumed so many crazy will, and the soul of the fragile point should be directly hit." Harry's corner of his mouth sneered.

When he noticed that someone cursed his broom through the black magic and indirectly endangered herself, Harry marked the man and launched a cursed attack against the soul through the blood reverse direction.

Harry originally just wanted to warn. After all, in the large court, the attacker would never dare to do too much.

As long as he couldn't fight back in a short time, Harry could calmly eliminate the connection between the two, so as to prevent the unknown attacker who counterattacked again through Harry's attack.

But what Harry didn't expect was that the soul of the attacker was so fragile, and his counterattack was not a decent resistance!

So after returning, Harry immediately chose to attack the opponent directly through the soul, trying to give the opponent again.

However, considering that it has been a period of time since his last attack, the attacker may have been prepared.

Therefore, Harry did not attack directly, but used the soul fragments that carried himself to break through the half god.

Previously, Harry had used blood during the counterattack, and that blood still existed in mysterious.

So this time Harry released the blood and wiped out the mysterious connection with his body, and then let the madness carried by the soul in the blood transmission box, thereby attacking the attacker.

"The crazy words when I send you and me, although the connection time is very short, but the power is not too weak.

I hope the fragile soul should not be crazy directly. "Harry thought to clean up the traces of the ceremony while pleading.

Nympho

At the office of the Professor of Black Magic Defense, Professor Qiluo was drinking a bottle of potion crazy.

His iconic, the scarf wrapped in almost the entire head had been removed, and threw it on the bed.

On the back of the head of Professor Qiluo's thick hair, there is a face and a snake face.

That face was horrible, white was not bloody, and it was in sharp contrast with the blood -red snake -shaped pupils.

The most impressive face is that he has no nose, and only two snakes are generally slender nostrils.

At this time, the face was screaming crazy: "You are a stupid! Waste! Muggle! Dumb!

What you need to do, none of them do well!

Breaking into Guling Pavilion just ran for nothing, and the shadow of magic stone was not seen, and I wasted so many power!

You have not figured out all the levels, and even a dog can't beat it!

Now let you attack a first -grade little witch, you can actually fail, and you are also rejected by magic!

I have never seen such incompetent Death Eaters!"

Professor Quirrell quickly drank the potion while listening to Voldemort's curses with trembling. He did not dare to speak back at all, or even have any disrespectful thoughts flash through his mind.

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

After a crazy verbal output, Voldemort couldn't help but feel a little tired.

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

Although Voldemort would occasionally wonder why an ordinary gaze could backfire and hurt his own soul.

However, he didn't think much about it. He just thought that Quirrell was too useless and couldn't use such a simple magic well.

(End of chapter)