Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

At the moment of expressing her refusal, the spider silk on Harley's body pulled her back and flew towards the auditorium door, distanced herself from Riddle.

Several icy spears condensed in mid-air, spinning and flying towards Riddle.

Did you refuse? Well, I didn't expect to succeed either. Riddle said with a smile, as if everything was under his control.

He flicked his wand lightly, and an invisible wall appeared in front of him, blocking Harry's attack.

You want to know some truths. By the way, delay time to see if you can wait for reinforcements. And I am also waiting for Lockhart's soul and body to be separated!

As he spoke, Riddle made a hissing sound, manipulating the basilisk to rush towards Harry.

And his wand pointed at the remaining head of Professor Lockhart: In the case of a complete explosion of the torso, the soul can be precipitated faster.

Although Lockhart is just a pompous general, but he is proficient in memory magic and has been strengthened by me, so his soul is not weak.

And under my deliberate concealment, his soul has no ability to resist. For the broken me...

Wait, where's Lockhart's soul? For the first time, Riddle showed a surprised expression on his face.

He raised his head suddenly and let out a very loud hiss: Faithful servant of Slytherin, buy me five minutes!

Afterwards, Riddle began to concentrate on pointing at Professor Lockhart's body and chanting, as if he was preparing a very complicated spell.

Harry didn't care too much about Riddle's actions, just making sure he didn't sneak up on her.

Anyway, Lockhart's spirit body has been imprisoned by him, and he is lying peacefully in his magic mirror.

If Riddle could find it, it would be hell.

Now Harley's first goal is to kill the damn basilisk quickly while Riddle is looking for Professor Lockhart's missing soul, so as not to be attacked.

The basilisk's movements were still very stiff, its moving speed was not as fast as before, and its tail flapping was not as strong as before.

Harry guessed that this was the influence of the previous frozen world on the basilisk. After all, the basilisk does not have a particularly strong resistance to cold.

It's a pity that releasing the Frozen World puts too much pressure on the body, and wanting to release it on a large scale will consume the power Harley borrowed from her own mythical creature form.

So even the current Harley couldn't release it multiple times in a short period of time.

However, although the Frozen World cannot be used, the witch's manipulation of the ice can still be used at will.

Harry waved his wand, and the spears of frost emerged from the sky, stabbing at the basilisk frantically.

The ice pick is also attached with the curse of the witch, such as sharp, bleeding, and unable to heal.

Although it is not a powerful curse, it can cause little damage to the basilisk, but it is enough to disturb it.

After all, the basilisk spit out words like kill and tear repeatedly, and it seemed that its IQ was not high.

At the same time, Harley also unleashes the disease ability, causing those wounds to rapidly inflame, causing more damage.

Sure enough, under Harley's intensive attack, the basilisk's huge body couldn't dodge at all.

It was bloodied in no time, plunged into a deeper madness, and led to more spears that could easily hit the deadly spot.

The basilisk began to twist its body frantically on the ground, hitting the ground with its huge body, trying to relieve the pain.

Seeing the blood flowing out of the basilisk, Harry felt a little heartache for no reason. That's my own trophy!

Although it hurt a bit, Harley didn't hesitate, and used the spider silk to manipulate several long hairs to repeatedly attack those bleeding places, further tearing the wound.

There are still two minutes, Harry thought secretly in his heart,

Take out the basilisk in two minutes, or Voldemort will stop that magic and join the fight.

Thinking of this, Harry no longer hesitated, even if some materials were destroyed.

She directly used the spider silk to float from mid-air to the head of the basilisk.

The basilisk was still rolling and shaking crazily. Although a person fell on its head, it didn't notice it.

With the help of the assassin's strengthening of his physical fitness, and holding an ice spear inserted in the scales on the basilisk's head, Harley stabilized his figure.

She rested her left hand on the wound on the basilisk's head, stuffed a wand fragment into it, and whispered softly:

Bribe · weaken!

Distortion Perception!

The law of ten thousand laws. Huge creatures are forbidden here!

Judgment!

Harley activated most of the abilities of the two sealed items on her body in one breath.

Because it doesn't have much intelligence, the basilisk cannot avoid the effects of these extraordinary abilities at all.

And when the distance with Harley is too close, the effects of the Law of Ten Thousand Laws ability and Judgment ability can be said to be maximized.

The basilisk screamed miserably. The basilisk's skin had almost lost its magic resistance when it had already been breached by the ice spear and was marked face-to-face with bribes.

In this case, the Law of Ten Thousand Laws directly marks him as a criminal, and the Judgment Field can directly injure him within a range of ten meters!

At this moment, the basilisk closed its eyes in pain, feeling as if a rolling pin was stirring wildly in its mind.

Goodbye, let's turn it into a material! Harry sneered, injected more spirituality into the ice spear held in his right hand, and stabbed down hard.

The skin and flesh of the basilisk were like paper paste, easily pierced by the spear.

Blood gushed from the wound, and the basilisk stopped whining, and its head, which was raised high in pain, slammed heavily to the floor.

Go all the way. Harley quickly moved away from the basilisk with the help of the spider's thread, to prevent being splashed with blood.

She took out the handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her hands lightly.

Exactly two minutes, not more than one second, not less than one second.

This is called elegance.

At this time, Riddle finally ended his magic, his face was full of ferocity.

He'd been plotting for so long, driving Dumbledore away, bewitching Lockhart, draining the twelve dwarfs, and devouring the lives of a number of Muggles during the holidays.

He has paid so much, isn't it just to be resurrected on Easter, to turn the guest into the master, and make himself the main body?

As a result, the most important part of his resurrection ceremony, the copy of Lockhart's soul, was missing.

Without this material, his mutilated soul could not support the resurrection ceremony he had prepared.

After all, Riddle has stayed in the diary for more than 50 years. Although he has absorbed a lot of vitality and magic power, he has mostly used it.

He is now weaker than Voldemort's main soul fragment.

Riddle was not an idiot, and quickly remembered Harry's strange actions in front of Lockhart's corpse.

You used that strange mirror from before to steal Lockhart's soul? Riddle looked at Harry who was hanging in mid-air with killing intent in his eyes.

Of course, dear Mr. Riddle. With the help of Spider Silk, Harry bowed slightly,

Professor Lockhart's soul is of great use to me, so please forgive me for not giving him to you.

What a waste! If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have erased the mind of this stupid snake in order to hide the black magic left by Slytherin!

Riddle looked at the corpse of the basilisk and cursed, then looked to the sky.

It's okay, it's the same if you kill you and take it again.

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu and Invincible Free and Easy Fatty for their rewards!)