Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 127 Do you know how worried I am?

After watching Harry leave, Professor Snape shook his head and then came to the basilisk.

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick were dissecting the basilisk and taking out the materials that needed special preservation.

Seeing Professor Snape approaching, Professor Flitwick smiled and said, "Have you comforted Harry?"

"She doesn't need me to comfort her, she is much better than most students!" Professor Snape muttered softly.

"Yes, he is Lily's child after all." Professor Sprout also teased.

Three of the four deans have taught students of Professor Snape's class, and they are all senior professors.

Therefore, the deans also heard about Snape's student days.

Professor Snape's poker face instantly collapsed, pretending not to hear Professor Sprout's words, and changed the subject:

"According to what Albus said, these materials should be used by Harry. After all, they are hers alone.

However, as the Potions Professor, I will save it for her for the time being. "

The other deans didn't have any objections to this. After all, no one had any need for the materials on the basilisk.

"I don't know how Harley did it." Professor Flitwick had not watched the previous shocking blockbusters, so he sighed,

“But this kid should be very talented in fighting.

It seems that I can invite Harley for dueling training, and then take her to the International Wizarding Duel Competition to continue my glory of the past. "

"That doesn't take up my time," Professor Snape's tone suddenly became tense.

"It's been a long time since Hogwarts won the Magic School Potions Championship. She should focus on this competition first!"

"What are you afraid of?" Professor Flitwick used a magic spell to seal a bottle filled with basilisk blood and said casually,

"The tournament starts this summer, and the International Wizarding Duel Competition won't be held until the summer of her fourth grade!"

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Harry had no idea what the professors were talking about.

After using her invisibility ability to find her way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry escaped the dense crowd of students in the common room and returned to her dormitory.

The dormitory was empty, but Harry didn't care.

After washing briefly, she lay directly on the bed.

Logically speaking, Harley should conduct a battle review or something. But after fighting for so long, Harley already felt very tired.

Professor Dumbledore still wanted to talk to him anyway, so he would let him help him do some recalculation when the time came.

Harley slept until about eight o'clock in the evening before waking up.

When she opened her eyes, Harley was startled.

Damn it, she closed the bed curtain before going to bed. But what is this brown mass in front of me that looks like the form of a mythical mage creature?

Harry patted his head hard before realizing that what was above him was Hermione's hair.

The little witch looked resentful at this time and stared at Harry fiercely: "Harry, you actually did such a dangerous thing alone!"

"Huh? What happened? I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!" Harry responded subconsciously.

"You still want to quibble? Professor McGonagall has told us everything. Now everyone in the school knows that you killed the basilisk alone and defeated the dark wizard Lockhart!"

Hermione said angrily, glaring at Harry with her little eyes.

"You actually ran off to do such a dangerous thing alone! Why couldn't I find you when I returned to the dormitory?

Do you know how worried I am? I am your only friend..."

As she spoke, Hermione's eyes turned a little red.

Harry stretched out and skillfully pushed Hermione's head down while Hermione was off guard.

Hermione was startled, and just as she was about to struggle, she heard Harry's lazy voice: "Stop talking, I'm very tired, let me lie down for a while."

Hermione was a little angry, but didn't move again. She just turned over, kicked off her slippers, and climbed up.

There was silence in the dormitory for a while, and then Hermione spoke: "Did you really kill such a big basilisk by yourself?"

"Of course." Harley turned over, but then she felt some discomfort in her chest, so she chose to turn over again.

"What did the professors say in the auditorium earlier? Tell me, I'm a little curious."

"It's nothing important." Hermione's expression became serious.

“That’s when the professors go back to their respective colleges and announce that you have solved everything.

The so-called heir of Slytherin who opened the Chamber of Secrets was Professor Lockhart, oh, he's not a professor now.

Anyway, he has been pretending that he is an evil dark wizard.

As for the anti-black magic deeds he did, they were all obtained by stealing other people's experiences.

And you defeated him alone in the Great Hall, and killed Slytherin's monster alone, a giant thousand-year-old basilisk.

Professor Lockhart knew that there was no hope of escape, so he chose to use evil black magic to commit suicide, leaving only a head. "

Speaking of this, Hermione still trembled, obviously she couldn't forget Professor Lockhart's bloody head.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was the polished explanation given by Professor McGonagall and others.

After all, if you tell the young wizards that you personally killed Professor Lockhart, it will give others a bad impression.

Poor Professor Lockhart, as the only villain to die, he will naturally bear all the blame. Even the method of death cannot be known, and he will be whipped repeatedly in the future.

"Okay, I'm starving. I'm going to the kitchen to get some food. Do you want to come with me?" Harley stretched and suddenly realized that she hadn't changed her clothes yet.

"Oh, by the way, I need to take a shower and change into a robe before setting off."

"I'm not going. With such a big thing happening, the professors will definitely want to talk to you." Hermione sat up and refused.

Although Harry didn't say anything, the smart Hermione naturally understood that the professors would not sit idly by if such a big thing happened.

In this case, she wouldn't disturb Harley's business.

"Besides, your sheets need to be changed," Hermione pointed to the bed. The quilt was mixed with frost, dust and blood.

"I'll help you change your bed right away. I also brought a spare sheet and quilt cover."

When she said this, Hermione's eyes looked down and her cheeks turned a little red.

Harry chuckled and ruffled Hermione's hair: "Then it's up to you, dear Miss Granger.

I'll excuse you now, and I'll tell you the details of my battle tomorrow. "

After completely washing away the smell of blood and the smell of battle, Harley had another hearty meal in the kitchen.

"Ah, how comfortable! I don't know if Professor Dumbledore is back. Why don't you go near the principal's office and find a portrait to ask?"

Harley thought as she walked upstairs.

But soon, Harley knew whether the principal was back or not.

Because Fox suddenly appeared in mid-air, and then landed on Harley's shoulder.

"Good evening, Fawkes. Why are you here? Is Professor Dumbledore back?" Harley stroked Fawkes' feathers.

"Did Professor Dumbledore ask you to take me there?"

Fox nodded and purred.

"Let's go then."

One person and one bird turned into a ball of fire and disappeared on the stairs.

When they reappeared, the two of them were already in the principal's office.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)