Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Harry and Hermione quickly changed their clothes and slipped out of the dormitory.

In the common room, the students were still discussing the previous matter, and many people had already started exchanging amulets.

But Harry just glanced at it, and didn't think those things would be of any use.

She didn't believe that a stick soaked in onion water could ward off a basilisk.

Switching to a self-made wand, maybe it is possible to resist the gaze of the basilisk once.

Hermione took Harry and slipped quietly to the door of the common room, and opened the portrait of the Fat Lady.

But when the two got out of the doorway, they suddenly found a person standing outside.

It's Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked exhausted. After all, she had been busy all night, which was really hard for her, an elderly person.

When the two met Professor McGonagall, she was about to open the door to the Gryffindor common room.

When seeing Harry and Hermione, despite being exhausted, Professor McGonagall quickly entered the state:

It's so late, where do you want to go? Night tour! Do you know how dangerous it is outside now! I need an explanation!

Professor McGonagall did not immediately deduct points. After all, the two children in front of him are famously good students. They have always obeyed the law and never violated school rules.

She just folded her hands on her chest, staring at Harry and Hermione, waiting for their answer.

Professor McGonagall. Before Harry could speak, Hermione said first, We have made important discoveries about the Chamber of Secrets.

I think we figured out what the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was, a basilisk.

Immediately afterwards, Hermione explained her analysis process in as much detail as possible, including the speculation about the hands and feet that Gaunt did when rebuilding Hogwarts.

After listening, the expression on Professor McGonagall's face became much better.

She nodded approvingly, looked at Hermione and said:

Miss Granger, very wonderful reasoning. However, Headmaster Dumbledore has already mastered this information.

It's just that Principal Dumbledore encountered another problem, so he couldn't solve the monster in the secret room.

Just as Hermione was about to ask what the problem was, she was pulled by Harry.

In order to prevent Hermione from being ignorant, Harry continued to speak, and said first: Since the professors already know, then we don't have to worry about it.

Professor McGonagall nodded: It's okay, I'm very happy that you can analyze so much.

After all, there are too few wizards with logic ability now, and the few wizards who are good at logic have also entered the Ministry of Magic.

Go back to bed early! I'm going into the common room too. If I guessed correctly, no one else should have slept!

Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall's eyes began to sharpen.

Harry took Hermione and quickly slipped back to his dormitory, and heard Professor McGonagall's lion roar behind him:

The professors will thoroughly investigate this matter, you all go back to sleep!

Harry, why didn't you let me continue asking? Hermione was still complaining on the way.

Harry rolled his eyes: Why don't you ask the Minister of Magic when the Aurors are coming?

It's not something we can know at this level, so don't ask more...

Before Harry finished speaking, Hermione clapped her hands vigorously:

That's right! It's written in the Daily Prophet that you can write directly to Minister of Magic Fudge.

I will write tomorrow to urge him to settle the matter.

Harry quickly changed the subject, drawing Hermione's attention to other matters, lest he be forced to deal with the Aurors.

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In the days following the first duel club event, the Christmas break begins.

The students fled Hogwarts quickly without any nostalgia.

Harry didn't know what was going on in the other houses, but at least he and Hermione were left in Gryffindor Tower, as well as a few Weasleys.

One thing to say, why hasn't the Ministry of Magic come to intervene in Hogwarts to deal with the basilisk? Hermione and Harry were soaking in the library together to solve their homework.

Although Hermione dismissed the idea of ​​writing to Fudge after being persuaded by Harry, she still had doubts in her heart.

In her spare time, she asked her most curious questions.

Why do you say? Harry lay on the table, looking sideways at Hermione,

First of all, I suspect they didn't even know the monster was a basilisk, just that someone had an accident.

There are not so many smart people, and their IQs are probably used in political struggles.

Moreover, they lack the necessary information to analyze the truth. Didn't Nick say, who knew Colin's camera blew up?

There is also the water next to Mrs. Norris and the mirror next to Senior Penello, who will know until the scene.

Harry paused, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke out the cruelest reality:

Then you see who it was? A Squib cat, and two Muggle-borns.

Don't say that they are not dead, even if they are all dead, the Ministry of Magic will not have to bear any pressure.

Muggle parents can go to the Ministry of Magic to make a fuss and demand compensation? They don't even know where the Ministry of Magic is!

The Ministry of Magic doesn't have to bear too much political pressure, and the pure-blood wizards... well, if I'm not mistaken, it's the pure-blood wizards who rule the Ministry of Magic.

Protecting Muggle-born wizards is only politically correct, but in fact they still hate these Muggle-born wizards from the bottom of their hearts.

Now that the heirs of Slytherin are clearing away Muggle-born wizards, it is only good for them, how can they meddle in their own business?

Even if they intervene in the end, it is probably only to achieve their own political goals.

Hermione was silent, and the quill she had just picked up stopped.

After a long time, Hermione asked in a slightly low voice:

Harry, those pure-blood families... do they hate us Muggle-born wizards so much?

Harry twirled the quill in his hand, and for a moment didn't know how to answer.

Who let so many resources?

Just like Harley has never found a chance to be promoted to an angel, because she has no chance to get the extraordinary characteristics of the disaster witch or the main material of the potion.

why? Because there are only so many strong people that can be accommodated at the high level of the sequence path.

Those existing Extraordinary characteristics are either in the hands of the original witch Chik, or in the hands of a powerful force like the Church of Evernight.

And a wild Extraordinary like myself has no ability to acquire Extraordinary characteristics.

The two deepest collaborations between Harley and others, one of which was to steal some sealed items from White Maple Palace when the Church of the Sun and the Church of Steam were besieging Emperor Roselle.

It was also at that time that she found the main material of the Immortal Witch, at the cost of killing all her companions and being beaten to the brink of death several times.

If she hadn't been lucky enough to forcibly use the extraordinary characteristics of the Immortal Witch, she would have become a sealed item in the hands of others.

This is the status quo of survival of wild Extraordinary. If you want to be promoted, you have to gamble everything and risk your life.

Harley almost fell for the sake of not being an old witch, not to mention the disaster witch who is an angel on the ground, there is no chance at all.

And the magic world must be the same, the pure blood family occupies various resources, masters rare plant materials, magical animals and potion formulas, and various magic items.

Why would they want a piece of the pie for up-and-coming Muggle wizards?

The so-called blood lineage theory is actually just an excuse, and only those run-down pure-blood nobles or particularly stupid pure-bloods will really be obsessed with this theory.

After a little hesitation, Harry chose to tell the truth. After all, if something is not said, it does not mean it does not exist.

But in the end, Harley also gave a counterexample: Of course, not all pure-blood wizards are like this.

You're like Neville, the Weasleys, Ernie...

And I.

I understand, Harry. Hermione's eyes were slightly hazy, and she forced a smile,

Thank you, it's good to have you.

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