Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 122 This is called elegance

At the moment of expressing her refusal, the spider silk on Harley's body pulled her quickly backwards towards the auditorium door, putting some distance between herself and Riddle.

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

"Rejected? Anyway, I don't expect to succeed." Riddle said with a smile, as if everything was under his control.

He waved his wand gently, and an invisible wall appeared in front of him, blocking Harley's attack.

"You want to know some truth, and at the same time delay the time to see if reinforcements can arrive. And I am also waiting for Lockhart's soul to be separated from his body!"

As he spoke, Riddle made a "hissing" sound from his mouth and controlled the basilisk to rush towards Harley.

And his wand pointed at the remaining head of Professor Lockhart: "When the torso is completely exploded, the soul can be separated faster.

Although Lockhart is just an exaggerated and general person, he is proficient in memory magic and has been strengthened by me. His soul is not weak.

And due to my deliberate concealment, his soul had no ability to resist at all. For me, who is broken...

Wait, where is Lockhart's soul? "Riddle's face showed an expression of astonishment for the first time.

He suddenly raised his head and made a very loud "hiss" sound: "loyal servant of Slytherin, buy me five minutes!"

Then, Riddle began to point at Professor Lockhart's body and muttered words intently, as if preparing a very complicated spell.

Harley didn't care too much about Riddle's actions, as long as she made 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, he would really have seen a ghost.

Now Harley's first goal is to kill this damn basilisk quickly while Riddle is searching for Professor Lockhart's "missing" soul, so as not to be attacked from both sides.

The basilisk's movements are still very stiff, its movement speed is far not as fast as before, and its tail slap is not as strong as before.

Harley guessed that this was the influence of the previous "frozen world" on the basilisk. After all, the basilisk did not have particularly strong cold resistance.

Unfortunately, releasing the frozen world is too oppressive to the body, and releasing it on a large scale would consume the power Harley borrowed from her own mythical creature form.

Therefore, even the current Harley cannot be released multiple times in a short period of time.

However, although the frozen world cannot be used, the witch itself can still control the ice at will.

Harley waved her wand, and a spear of frost emerged from the sky, piercing the basilisk crazily.

The ice pick also carries the witch's curse, such as being sharp, bleeding, and unable to heal.

Although it is not a powerful curse, and the damage it can cause to the basilisk is very small, it is enough to disturb it.

After all, what the basilisk repeatedly spit out was words like "kill" and "tear apart", and it looked like it didn't have a high IQ.

At the same time, Harley also released the disease ability, causing those wounds to quickly become inflamed, causing more damage.

Sure enough, under Harley's intensive attacks, the basilisk's huge body was unable to dodge at all.

It soon bleeds all over, sinking deeper into madness and resulting in more spears hitting fatal spots with ease.

The basilisk began to twist crazily 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 heartbroken for no reason. That is my own trophy!

Although a little heartbroken, Harley did not hesitate and used the spider silk to control several long hairs to repeatedly attack the bleeding spots, further tearing the wounds.

"Two minutes left," Harley thought secretly in her heart.

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

Thinking of this, Harley no longer hesitated, even if some of the materials were destroyed, it didn't matter.

She directly used the spider thread 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 at all.

With the help of the assassin's physical enhancement and holding an ice spear embedded in the scales on the basilisk's head, Harley stabilized her figure.

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

"Bribery·Weaken!"

"Distortion·Perception!"

"The law of all laws prohibits the existence of large creatures here!"

"Judgement!"

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

Because it does not have much intelligence, the basilisk cannot avoid the effects of these extraordinary abilities.

When he is too close to Harley, the effects of the Law of All Laws ability and the Judgment ability can be said to be maximized.

The basilisk screamed in agony. With the ice spear breaking through its defense, and being marked face to face with bribes, the basilisk's skin had almost no magic resistance.

In this case, the Law of All Laws directly marks him as a criminal, and the Judgment Domain can directly hit him severely within a range of ten meters!

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

"Goodbye, let's turn it into materials!" Harley sneered, injecting more spirituality into the ice spear held in her right hand, and thrust it down hard.

The skin and flesh of the basilisk seemed to be made of paper and could be easily broken through by the spear.

Blood gushed out from the wound, and the basilisk stopped whining, and its head, raised high in pain, hit the floor heavily.

"Have a good journey." Harley quickly moved away from the basilisk using the spider's thread to prevent blood from splattering on her body.

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

Exactly two minutes, not a second more, not a second less.

This is called elegance.

At this time, Riddle finally ended his magic, with a ferocious look on his face.

He had been planning for so long, driving away Dumbledore, confusing Lockhart, draining twelve dwarfs, and devouring the lives of many Muggles during the holidays.

Didn't he pay so much just to be resurrected on Easter day, to turn his back on himself and become his true self?

As a result, the most important material in his resurrection ceremony, Lockhart's soul, was missing.

Without this material, his incomplete soul would not be able to support the resurrection ceremony he had prepared.

After all, Riddle stayed in the diary for more than 50 years. Although he absorbed a lot of life force and magic power, he also used most of it.

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

Riddle was not a fool, and he quickly remembered Harley's strange behavior in front of Lockhart's body.

"You used that strange mirror before to steal Lockhart's soul?" Riddle looked at Harley hanging in mid-air with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Of course, dear Mr. Riddle." Harry bowed slightly with the help of the spider silk,

"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 better, I wouldn't have erased this stupid snake's mind just to hide the dark magic left by Slytherin!"

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

"It's okay, it won't matter if I kill you and take it again."

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(Thanks to Nine-tailed Yanhu and Invincible Little Fatty for their rewards!)