Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 119 Miss Harley, I really want to kill you.

The expression on Harley's face was not too ugly, just slightly solemn.

Illusions are indeed very difficult to deal with. Paths that are good at illusions, such as the Spectator Path and the Secret Peeper Path, are very difficult to deal with.

Professor Lockhart was extremely cautious and never got close to Harry except when he touched the spider silk for the first time.

This makes it impossible for Harley's newly recovered "disease" ability to cover her. After all, Harley's current disease coverage is not large.

Although the ability of the Judgment Glove can cover a large area, when the offender is too far away from the Glove, it can only be punished with insignificant punishments such as whipping and acupuncture.

It can be said that it is simply impossible to accumulate the crimes of distant enemies to a certain extent and thus punish them with death.

What made Harley even more uncomfortable was that because it was an emergency, she only carried the most precious magic mirror and a substitute wand.

Harry did not carry many special ritual materials with him, and many rituals targeting illusions could not be activated.

Otherwise she wouldn't be so passive.

But this doesn't mean that Harley is completely helpless.

"Professor, if you are so strong, why do you pretend to stretch your hips so much in class?" Harley suddenly spoke and asked softly.

"Oh, you mean class?" Professor Lockhart didn't care whether Harry was trying to delay time, he shook his head and answered,

"I wanted to show off my strength in the first class, but suddenly I remembered that illusion and this series of magic that target the mind and memory are my special skills.

If I let you learn, how will I make a living? I'm not a good teacher, let alone a generous person. "

"How could it be?" Harry complimented, "Shouldn't your best skill be dealing with dark magical creatures?

I have always felt that you should fight those evil beings with real swords and guns, and beat them to death with spells.

Illusion is just a side theory, a spice for your leisure time. "

"No, no." Professor Lockhart waved his hand, "I'm not good at dealing with those disgusting dark creatures.

Of course, although I can't beat vampires and werewolves, I can beat people who can deal with them! "

"Professor," Harley asked in an inquiring voice, "can you explain it in detail?"

Professor Lockhart thought for a moment, then nodded:

"Actually, I shouldn't say it, but it's really uncomfortable to hide my glorious deeds in my heart.

To tell you the truth, Professor, all the stories in the books I wrote were stolen!

I spent a long time investigating what happened and finding the hero of the story.

Then I have to make detailed plans, or use various magic potions that increase charm, or use spells that can confuse thinking, so that I can steal the truth from their mouths.

Then I have to subdue them and make them wake up, so that they can have a new memory while they are awake.

do you know? I enjoy their hateful eyes the most, it is simply more beautiful than any other eyes in the world!

Oh, by the way, for those who have personally experienced these things, such as the villagers in a remote village, I have to completely change their memories, and no detail can be wrong.

This is a very huge project! It's a pity that many things are registered with the Ministry of Magic, and I also need people to vouch for my book, otherwise I really want to set off fireworks directly from them! "

Having said this, Professor Lockhart let out a long sigh and shook his head slightly, as if to vent his inner regret.

"Wow, Professor, you are really a pervert, a complete villain!" Harley covered her mouth with one hand, with a frightened expression on her face.

"Then, professor pervert, you won't do anything to me, right?"

"Oh, Miss Harley, this is not perversion, but art! Besides, you think too much,"

Professor Lockhart pointed his wand at the wall on the left, his eyes so clear, not affected by Harry's charm in the slightest.

“I admit that I asked those monsters to send you that message on Valentine’s Day.

But that's also to let those stupid monsters plant an illusion seed in your mind by reciting specific content, so that you can stay at this point in time.

But an idiot is an idiot. Apart from having a not-so-weak magical power, he is useless! They deserve to be used as materials!

So I had no choice but to take the risk and put on a grand show that would disperse the entire auditorium and leave you alone.

Of course, this also satisfies my desire to perform.

You see, I am actually not a pervert at all, but a very pure writer and artist, and I have never had any special feelings for you.

No, maybe there are some special feelings, such as——

I really want to kill you! "

The wall on one side of the auditorium exploded instantly, and a basilisk emerged from it.

It is green all over, glowing with the bright light unique to poisonous snakes, and its body is thicker than the trunk of an oak tree.

In the smoke, Professor Lockhart put on a pair of glasses, and a leisurely voice came:

"Considering that neither Tom nor I can control the other, we can only choose to cooperate.

For example, I helped him resurrect and become the main guest, while he helped me lift the curse, restore my strength, and at the same time meet some of my requirements.

By the way, we also have a very important condition for cooperation, which is to kill you.

He has a grudge against you, and I want to use your death to write a new chapter.

Of course, it was also one of the reasons why you were rude to me in the first place. I hold grudges very much. "

He paused, and there was a hint of pride in his tone:

"Also, do you think I don't know that you are stalling for time and approaching me slowly? Although your steps are small every time, don't try to hide it from the eyes of the great Lockhart.

You are stalling for time, and I am also waiting for the basilisk to arrive on the battlefield! "

Harry quickly cleared his mind and no longer thought about the meaning of Lockhart's previous words, but chose to save his life first.

Her spirituality was warning, but it wasn't particularly strong.

Despite this, Harley chose to close her eyes immediately, take a few steps back, and put her left hand on the magic mirror.

A simple ritual was initiated, and Harley connected to the ceiling through the witch's vision.

The ceiling of the Great Hall at Hogwarts Castle is a piece of enchanted glass.

Although it is not a mirror, through the many rituals that have been performed on the magic mirror in Harley's hand, it can consume a lot of spiritual energy and barely connect to it.

Although it is not yet possible to travel through the mirror or stand in for a magic mirror, it is still possible to observe the scene in the auditorium through the ceiling.

"The basilisk is on my side, but it doesn't pose much danger to me.

Yes, the basilisk is equivalent to an acquired mythical creature, so it is not complete. "

Thinking of this, Harley made a new decision.

She spoke very fast and prayed in a low voice in Giant language:

“The favored one of disasters and sources of misfortune,

Lord of pain and despair,

The returning guests of this era,

The immortal witch,

Great Harry Potter!

I hereby ask you to give me the strength to get through this difficult time! "

Although Harley is still at Sequence Five and still cannot directly use the form of mythical creatures, she can already open more holes and borrow more powerful power from the past.

In less than two seconds, Harley felt a temporary improvement in her personality, as well as a strange yet familiar power that was infinitely close to her previous Sequence Four stage.

Harley removed her left hand from the magic mirror and canceled her vision. Because she already had the confidence to temporarily resist the basilisk's gaze.

The dust brought out by the basilisk when it destroyed the wall has also disappeared. At this time, the basilisk is hovering in the center of the auditorium.

And Professor Lockhart didn't know when he had disappeared without a trace again.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)