Harry Potter and the Elf Witch

Stika finds herself in a spooky, dilapidated castle.Not as bright as the Hogwarts auditorium, only a few flickering candles brought a glimmer of light to this dilapidated hall.

"Damn? I'm wearing it again?" Stika looked at this weird scene.Some faintly murmured.

"If it's not worn again, it's probably a dream."

Stika touched the broken tables and chairs in the hall, and felt that the dream was quite real, and he could even imagine the feel of the hand.

While Stika was still observing the surrounding situation, a hissing sound came from the left side door of the hall.

Such a strange sound came from this place, even Stika, who knew that he should be dreaming, was covered in hairs.

After taking two deep breaths, Stika shouted towards the door with a trembling voice: "Who's there?" After the words fell, it was as if an invisible wind had blown by.

A few poor candles went out again.This scene made Stika, who was already frightened, his heart tightened instantly, and he wanted to escape subconsciously.But look around, where to escape?

"If I'm guilty, please let the law punish me instead of using this classic horror movie!" Stika, who was roaring inwardly, was already pale on the outside and sweating profusely.As for whether you will sweat in the dream or not, it is not important in the current situation.

Just when Stika closed her eyes and tried desperately to wake up from this nightmare, she suddenly heard the sound of the wooden door opening.

Stika opened his eyes and saw that the wooden door that made the strange noise just now had been half opened.A black figure stood in the door with his back to Stika.Due to the limited light, Stika couldn't see who it was.Men and women can't be seen clearly, but the size is vaguely visible.Almost as tall as myself.

"Who are you?" Stiga asked the black figure as he stabilized his trembling body.

Sombra didn't answer Stika, and didn't even move.

Take a deep breath, tell yourself you're dreaming, and muster up the courage to walk up to the figure.Suppressing the fear, he walked to the figure step by step.

After getting closer, Stika found that this person had long hair, which could be seen to be golden in the faint light, and it seemed to be a girl.

Stretching out his left hand, Stika patted her on the shoulder after an extremely difficult psychological struggle.However, the girl didn't respond at all, and still stood there motionless.

Seeing that this was useless, Stika wanted to find out who the girl was, and a feeling familiar to Stika appeared.

It was that damned creepy feeling of peeping again, she clearly felt the source of this feeling of peeping, right behind her, Stika turned her head suddenly, only to find that there was no one in the dilapidated hall, no other figure.

Just when Stika was puzzled, the sense of peeping disappeared.

Then suddenly it appeared again.But this time it's not the kind of peeping in the dark, but the feeling of being stared at naked by a pair of eyes.

And this gaze came from the blond girl beside him.

Stika didn't dare to look back at her, she felt that nothing good would happen when she turned around.However, this is not a good choice.

Stika, who was tense all over, felt the gaze from the side, and she didn't dare to look back, and just stayed there.

A cold hand grabbed Stika's arm, and the extreme stimulation caused Stika to scream.

"what!!!!"

Stika woke up suddenly, and she quickly sat up.Looking around, it was still Slytherin's girls' dormitory.

He looked at Pansy Parkinson, who was still asleep, and at the clock that was still pointing to twelve o'clock.Stika's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

"It's a dream, it's indeed a dream." Stika thought with fear.After a short period of calming down, Stika attributed this strange dream to the strange things he encountered today.

"Looks like it's time to ask Dumbledore soon. After a few more days of doing this, I can go to St. Mungo's Hospital." Stika thought with some tiredness.

Stika, who had been unable to sleep, got out of bed and walked out of the dormitory, and walked to the Slytherin common room.With a warm fire, I began to think about life.

It has been 11 years since I came to this world.In the past 11 years, except for a life-and-death crisis with Harry, she spent the rest of the time quite leisurely.

She also wanted to find out her own life experience in the past, but his memory only started on the day Voldemort attacked the Potters.

The previous memories were all vague, and these vague memories came from the daily life of the Potters taking care of themselves.

As for how she was adopted by the Potters, she had no memory at all.Maybe it's an orphanage, maybe it's an abandoned baby on the side of the road.Anyway, it would not have been thrown from the sky by a dragon in its mouth.

In the years after being adopted by the Malfoy family, it was not that she did not think about punching the first generation of Grindelwald and kicking the second generation of Voldemort.

Maybe it's because the social animals in the previous life were really too tired, and these fantasies became less important after they really came here.

Stika thought that as long as he could protect himself in the future battle of Vulha, it would be fine.There's nothing wrong with being lazy and casual.

Or run away to the United States in advance before the Vauha battle starts.In this way, although he couldn't witness Harry's victory, it was the safest way.

As a bystander, a leisurely life is what she wants. This is the ideal that Stika set for herself at that time.

It can only be said that ideals and reality are different.As her Stika in this life, can she rationally abandon her feelings?Could she really go to the United States alone to seek asylum regardless of the people around her?Even though she knew that according to the story, Harry would definitely defeat Voldemort.

But as a butterfly, did he cause any storms? (Note: butterfly effect)

Stika was a little irritated thinking about these future things.After experiencing a series of things yesterday, Stika knew one thing very clearly, that is, her fish is not salty.

At the same time, the windows of the principal's office were still lit late at night.Dumbledore dozed off in his seat with his eyes closed.He's waiting for someone, and it looks like he's been waiting for a long time.

The phoenix Fox on the bird stand beside him seems to be sleeping soundly.All the principals on the principal's portrait are also asleep.

At this time, the stone door of the principal's office was opened, and Snape walked into the principal's office with a black sound.

Dumbledore woke up. He looked at Snape, whose face was a little dark, and said, "Those two children have grown up."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. If you called me here at this point just to lament the passage of time and talk nonsense, then I think I can go back." Snape's mood was not very beautiful, no one would Woke up in the middle of the night.

Especially if the person who wakes you up says they want to talk to you about life and look at the moon, it can put you in a really bad mood.After all, not everyone is Zhang Huaimin.

"Of course, sleeping can make people get through those impatient waiting times while resting. But I called you here to show you something." Dumbledore took out a vine the size of a sausage.

That thing looks like a tentacle, but it is indeed a plant, like a vine with the appearance of a tentacle.

Dumbledore's eyes became serious. "This thing attacked the students crossing the lake. If it wasn't for the mermaid at the bottom of the lake, something bad might have happened." Dumbledore said seriously.

Hearing this, Snape also picked up the unknown vine and began to observe.

"I've never seen anything like this. It doesn't have traces of magic power on it, as if it was born like this. But how did it attack the students? Maybe you can see something." Dumbledore said to the vines he was observing said Snape.

Snape didn't answer Dumbledore immediately, but observed the vine carefully.After a while, Snape said quietly: "I haven't seen it either, but I have seen this kind of thing in an ancient book."

"That book records a race of elves. They can control the growth of plants with the so-called spirit. In my opinion, that's just an application of magic power."

Snape recalled the information in the book.It's a pity that he didn't remember much of the book that he denied.But the sight in front of him intrigued him.

"If you want me to study where this thing came from, I need to take some of it with me," Snape said to Dumbledore in his seat.Then, without waiting for Dumbledore's reply, he grabbed the vine and left.

The unknown intrigued Snape, but he was going back to sleep now.He needs to treat tomorrow's teaching in a good state.

Looking at the closed stone door again, Dumbledore's eyes showed a look of thinking, but after a while, Dumbledore, who seemed to have figured something out, shook his head again.The light in the principal's room dimmed a bit.

Dumbledore dozed off again.

Stika in the Slytherin studio, after a long time of thinking to no avail, felt drowsy again.Go back to the dormitory and continue to sleep.

All was quiet again.

In the boys' dormitory of Gryffindor, Harry Potter, who couldn't sleep, was sitting on the windowsill looking at the night sky.Hedwig dozed off at his feet.

Looking at the night scene outside the window, Harry showed a smile, he felt that this was his home.Here are friends he's never had, and some of them look bad, but they're all nice people.

Thinking of this, he looked at the sleeping Ron again.Unlike previous nights, on his first night at Hogwarts, he felt peace of mind.

Looking at Ron, he thought of Stika who was sorted into Slytherin.It's a pity, if only she could come to Gryffindor.

"Stica doesn't seem to like Slytherin either," Harry thought, remembering Stica at the Slytherin table.

After stroking Hedwig's head, Harry felt that it was not too late, so he turned and went back to bed to sleep.

Everything is quiet, and this silence will last until the morning when the students wake up.