Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 63 The journey begins

Author: It’s Witch Harley

Chapter 63 The journey begins

After watching Professor Dumbledore leave the Dursley's house and disappear out the door, Harry prepared to return to his room.

So she bumped into the Dursleys who were rushing downstairs excitedly.

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

It seems that I can definitely negotiate this deal! Then we can buy a villa in Majorca!”

Then when he turned around, he saw the smile on Harley's face.

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

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

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

After saying that, Harry stopped talking to Uncle Vernon who was standing on the stairs.

Spider threads appeared out of thin air behind her, wrapped around Harley's waist, and lifted her directly into the air, landing steadily in front of the room.

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

Later, relying on the inspiration brought to her by Spider-Man, Harley came up with the idea of ​​using spider silk to move around her waist and long-range kiting to kill the weapons master who did not have a bow and arrow.

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

Professor Dumbledore didn't ask for many details about house elves, and she didn't take the initiative to tell them.

There seems to be a strange tacit understanding between the two.

After thinking for a moment, Harley began to write letters to her friends to inform them of her whereabouts.

Hedwig glanced at her master, her eyes full of despair.

I got used to a life of almost no letters in the first year, and now let him be the king of papers... It's really a dilemma!

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Early the next morning, Harley finished dressing up and carried her half-weighted suitcase downstairs. After all, she had to be back before school started.

She originally thought she would go directly to school with Professor Dumbledore, but the professor asked her to come back and stay 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 at nine o'clock on time.

Harry dragged the box over and opened the door. Professor Dumbledore was already standing outside the door holding his wand.

"Are you ready to start our journey, Harry?" Professor Dumbledore said with a smile after greeting each other.

"Ready, Professor."

"Okay." Dumbledore held Harry's hand, "Then we will directly apparate to Nico's house.

Logically speaking, we should first go to the British Ministry of Magic and the French Ministry of Magic to apply for various documents, otherwise it will be regarded as illegal entry.

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

Harry nodded silently. The need to report something was very similar to that of Muggles. After all, as long as wizards have an idea, everyone can turn into a walking natural disaster.

No matter what happens, it should be no problem to just chant a few spells like Seamus did and cause an explosion, blowing up a house easily.

Therefore, on the premise of complying with the "Law of Secrecy", 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 ice appeared on his hands to calm himself down and dispel the physical discomfort.

After Professor Dumbledore watched Harry finish everything, he said with a smile: "Isn't it very uncomfortable to apparate across such a long distance?"

"Indeed." Harley said with a grimace, "It makes me sick and makes me want to vomit."

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

Harley immediately pulled her suitcase and followed, not doubting that the destination ahead was a wasteland.

Because there were faint fluctuations of magic power in that direction, the destination was probably hidden by something.

After the two of them arrived at the edge of the wasteland, Dumbledore tapped the void a few times with his wand.

A manor appeared out of thin air.

"Welcome to Nico's manor." Dumbledore said softly, and then the two of them strode inside.

In the manor, a house elf is waiting.

"Mr. Dumbledore, Miss Potter, the master asked me to wait here for you." The house elf screamed as soon as he saw the two of them.

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

"This is Derby, the house elf of the Nico family. Nico and his wife have lived for more than six hundred years, and the Flamel family is a traditional aristocrat in the French magical world.

So they also raise a lot of house elves. And Derby is the leader and butler of all their house elves."

"Professor, I've always wanted to ask a question." Harley suddenly asked,

"Where did house elves come from? Why do only wealthy pureblood families have house elves?"

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

After all, his family has many relevant records from the time, and he can even be said to have personally experienced that period of history."

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

Under the leadership of Debi, the two of them arrived at the reception room.

Nico and his wife Perenal were sitting on the sofa chatting. Seeing Dumbledore's arrival, they both stood up.

"Welcome, my dear old fellow."

The two of them gave Dumbledore a warm hug, and then Nico said,

"Is this Miss Harry Potter?"

"Good morning, Mr. Nico Flamel, Mrs. Perenal Flamel." Harry was wearing a wizard's robe today, so he just curtsied slightly.

"What a polite child." Perenal looked at Harry kindly,

"Kid, just call us by our names. I think you don't mind if we call you Harley."

"Of course not, ma'am."

The host and guest were seated, and the house elf also served drinks and desserts at the right time.

The Nicol couple and Dumbledore were obviously old acquaintances, so they did not exchange pleasantries at all and went straight to the topic.

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

"Albus, you came here just to take Miss Harley 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 Jiuwei Yanhu, Kong Yiji for stealing the book, MORIHUANGHUN, and Lin Xili for the reward!)

Alas, I feel that this daily routine is a bit dull. I want to learn how to write some websites, but some cores are too strict. But in the evening, I will advance the main line through history.

(End of chapter)