Harry Potter and the Elf Witch

On a platform with only faint light, there are huge pipes extending in all directions beside it. It looks a bit in disrepair, and some pipes are more or less blocked by mud and tree trunks from nowhere.

Stiga, in his Slytherin robes, was just left here.She was tied to a dead wood stake, and her beautiful hair was scattered along with her hanging head.

"Sigh~"

With a suppressed cry of pain, Stika raised his drooping head.

The fatigue of the overdrawn magic power made Stika hardly have the strength to stand up. If it weren't for the rope that bound her, Stika would have been in direct contact with the earth.

Looking at everything strange in front of him, although he had never been there, Stika knew what it was probably.

"Do they have any fascination with the sewers of Hogwarts?" Stika couldn't help complaining.

There is a high probability that the place where the rope is strangled has already lost part of the consciousness due to the lack of blood circulation.It hurts Stiga even to twist.

Stika, who couldn't break free, could only give up struggling and see what the other party was going to do.Try to twist out a movement to make yourself comfortable, and then Stiga will not move.

Feeling the fatigue of the overdrawn magic power, and the pain of being strangled by the rope.Stika's mood was really bad.

Reflecting on so many things I have experienced since arriving at Hogwarts.There are too many things beyond her grasp. She thought she was familiar with the original work, but she has no ability to deal with dangers.

Maybe I just wanted to be a spectator.But the fact is that after getting along with Hermione Harry and the others, she has been involved in the vortex of this world, or in other words, she who once read the story has become the protagonist of the story.

It's like saying that Stika knows that Harry Potter will not die, but Stika can no longer ignore Harry's danger and believe in the memory of his previous life.

After all, according to memory, it was originally a giant monster, but later it became two.If it wasn't for herself and Harley, she couldn't imagine what would happen later.

When everything is under control, Stika lives a life of salted fish with peace of mind.But now, all kinds of things that didn't happen are popping up one after another.

Even though Stika had some psychological preparations before, he still couldn't help but feel fear.

That feeling of being calculated by people in the dark anytime, anywhere.

An emotion called anger arises in the mind.One is because the feeling of being calculated and played by others is very humiliating, and the second is the resentment of being powerless.

Just when Stika was restless, a blue halo flashed from Stika's eyes.

A burst of stinging pain came suddenly.The "rope" that binds Stika seems to have become a thorn.

Stika clearly felt the thorns of thorns piercing into the flesh.

Looking down, the rope just now turned into a vine wrapped in thorns.There are many thorns growing on it.The part that strangled Stika, the thorns had penetrated into the flesh and blood.

Stika's brow furrowed, not because of the pain, but because she felt the thorns sucking her blood.This feeling does not come from myself, but from these thorns.

A tinge of blood had already appeared on the surface of the thorns, and Stika could clearly sense the thorns. This feeling was like a derivation of the body.

In the next second, under Stika's intentional control, the thorns that bound Stika scattered.Stika also fell to the ground at once.

Originally, I just wanted to try it, but I didn't expect that I could really control these thorns.

He raised his hand and looked at the blood spot on his arm.He looked again at the thorns flying slowly in the air.

"Is it because of my blood?" Stika pondered.But the first priority is to find a safe place.This place is not suitable for long stay.

The moment Stika climbed up and turned around, before Stika could react to what happened, a spell knocked Stika into the air.

The stiga slammed into the side wall hard and fell into the water, but luckily it wasn't deep, only two or three inches.Also mitigated fall damage a bit.But it still made Stika feel like his bones were about to fall apart.

In a pipeline, a figure came over and stood next to the stake that helped Stika before.

It was the dark wizard who had tied Stika here before.The dark wizard looked at the thorns waving in the air and thought that Stika had cast a wandless spell.

"You are much stronger than those two who ran away." The black wizard said in a suppressed voice, making it hard to hear his anger.

Maybe he thought he could say a few more words, but Stika was already about to explode.

When the black wizard noticed Stika's abnormality, he turned around and saw a pair of eyes with a blue halo, and then there was a sting.

A thorn that was swimming aimlessly in the air wrapped itself around his neck in an instant, and then the other thorns wrapped around his neck in an instant, like a shark smelling blood.

The dark wizard's wand also fell.Then Stika saw more thorns growing from the dead wood, and then entangled the dark wizard.

The black wizard uttered screams.Then it was surrounded by layers of thorns and wrapped into a tree chrysalis.The dead wood pile also seemed to have been reborn, and its roots went into the ground one by one.Several blood-red coquettish flowers bloomed on the thorns.

Stika was so shocked by this scene that she couldn't speak. She just controlled a thorn to restrain the black wizard in anger, and everything that happened after that had nothing to do with her.

As the dark wizard's wailing died down, the tree stump stopped.Then it started to wither again as if it had exhausted its source of life,

The thorns surrounding the Dark Wizard were also broken, and the dry body of the Black Warrior fell to the ground.

The thorns were all broken, not moving as before, and the bewitching blood-red flowers closed and withered.

Seeing that the tree stump was completely still, Stika dragged his scarred body forward to check.

I touched the closed and withered flower, and the petals fell to the ground one by one, and a diamond-shaped seed-like thing was on the withered flower bud.

It didn’t fall with the petals, so Stika picked it off and checked the other flowers. There were six flowers in total, three of which had seeds in them, and the seeds of the other three had cracked and died. like thorns.

Taking one last look at the dark wizard who had turned into a mummy, Stika endured various physical discomforts and left the platform.

Randomly found a pipeline that looked good and drilled in.

The current situation was not something she could handle. A wizard died. Although he was a dark wizard, he could not kill people at will without being tried by the judicial court of the Ministry of Magic.

Although she wasn't the one who killed the black wizard, she still has something to do with Stika.