Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 135 Harley with Slippery Shoulders

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone into a room with no curtains drawn, filling the big bed in the center of the room.

The girl on the big bed turned over and moved her body in the haze into a more comfortable position.

During this process, the girl's slender calves exerted force subconsciously, and the thin quilt covering her body flew up, covering Hedwig's cage.

The little snowy owl, which was staring at its owner with a resentful look on his face, was instantly frightened, flapped its wings hard twice, and let out a dissatisfied whine.

But it seemed to have remembered something, so it obediently closed its mouth again and became quiet again, only occasionally lowering its head to take a sip of water.

"Hmm..." Harley hummed and sat up. The straps on her pajamas slid down slightly, revealing half of her flawless, smooth shoulders.

Taking into account Harley's actual age, this can be called a "big slip on the old shoulders."

Harley moved her body in confusion to get out of bed.

She closed her eyes tightly, stepped directly on the floor with her two little feet, and then suddenly shrank, her white and crystal toes squeezed restlessly against each other, and the soles of her feet were slightly hooked.

After all, it was hot in the summer. Before going to bed last night, Harry covered the ground with a layer of ice.

Harley, who was still half awake and half asleep, had forgotten about this, so her exposed feet were in direct contact with the ice, so she naturally suffered a little.

Thanks to the cold, Harley's brain was forced to turn on and quickly entered a waking state.

After shaking his head, Harry clapped his hands first to let the ice turn into magic, and then gently rubbed his jade-white feet with his soft and delicate hands.

"Be sure to remember not to cover the bedside with ice tonight." Harley muttered and raised her left hand.

She lightly hooked her index finger, and the quilt covering the owl cage was pulled back by the spider silk.

After arranging her clothes and briefly washing up, Harley went back upstairs without eating breakfast.

She threw herself on the bed, rolled around a few times with the quilt in her arms, feeling the softness of the silk, and her face was filled with a happy expression:

"The silk quilt is so comfortable! It's fragrant and soft, only slightly worse than Hermione's!"

But this time, Harley did not go back to sleep. Instead, she picked up the letter on the bedside and began to read it carefully.

"Well, you really want to help me check my homework again." Harley changed from lying down to crawling, and put a pillow under her neck to make herself more comfortable when lying on her stomach.

"Forget it, let them find Hannah!" Harley finally defeated the quilt demon, climbed out of bed, and quickly replied to the letter.

Harley had already finished all the homework for the entire summer vacation. After all, the homework load was not heavy, and several professors even exempted her from homework.

So Harley, who started to complete the homework after the final exam, completed all the tasks on the third day after the holiday and sent the homework to the attentive Hannah.

After finishing these things, Harry looked at Hedwig's retreating back, and then looked at the calendar.

A full week has passed since the holiday. Harry was counting the time and would probably go to the Leaky Cauldron in the afternoon.

After setting a time, Harry took out two rolls of parchment from his bag and started reading them carefully.

The competition is about to start, and Harley has been memorizing these recipes over and over lately.

The rolls of parchment in his hand are all Professor Snape's proud work. They were the results he obtained after hundreds of failures and a large amount of Hogwarts' funds.

Even for Harley, these potions are somewhat difficult. Until now, Harley was not 100% sure that she could make a potion of perfect quality.

Just as Harley was stuffing chocolate frogs into her mouth and studying the recipe, there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs.

Harry didn't pay attention, thinking that someone was visiting Dudley again, but then there was a knock on the door of his room.

Aunt Petunia's voice rang: "Harry, your Potions professor...Snape is waiting for you. (Severus, Snape, the first syllable is the same.)"

"I know, I'll go down right away." Harry found a wizard robe, put it directly on his head, and then quickly went downstairs.

Downstairs, Professor Snape was sitting on the chair at the foot of the stairs, wearing the familiar black robes.

After seeing Harley, a smile appeared on his expressionless face, but then quickly disappeared.

"Hurry up and pack your bags. Dumbledore, the old man, suddenly made an appointment to go to the competition with the Beauxbatons people, so the departure time was advanced.

We're portkeying to France this afternoon, so I'm taking you to the Leaky Cauldron now. "

Harley nodded: "Okay, professor, please wait for me for two minutes."

Harley quickly packed all her luggage when she returned home. Not knowing if she would come back, Harley packed all the books into boxes.

Anyway, traveling with two professors and a former professor, they couldn't let a weak woman like herself carry the box. The professors were able to use magic openly.

When Harry dragged the box downstairs, Professor Snape was still sitting there, and the Dursleys were still hiding in the kitchen.

But when she saw Harry dragging the box in his hand, as if he was going somewhere with Professor Snape, Aunt Petunia immediately ran out of the kitchen and blocked the door:

"Severus! Where are you taking Harry and what are you going to do to her!

Didn't you say before that you were just here to see Harley? You didn't tell me that you were taking Lily's child out of this house!

If you don't make it clear, I won't let you go! "

Uncle Vernon and Dudley looked at Aunt Petunia's unusual behavior in horror. Although they didn't know what happened, they didn't even dare to express their anger.

Harley blinked and immediately realized what was going on. Probably Professor Snape was precious about his words and just said that he was here to find him!

However, Harry was a little surprised that Aunt Petunia was so worried about him.

"Aunt Petunia," Harry explained softly,

"The school arranged for me to participate in an international magic competition, so I have to leave for a while, and I may not come back before going to school.

And you don't have to worry too much, Principal Dumbledore will be with us. "

After hearing Harry's own words that Dumbledore was going too, Aunt Petunia nodded and stopped blocking her.

The expression on her face returned to coldness, and she turned and walked into the kitchen.

"Let's go, let's just change to Apparition." Professor Snape seemed not to be affected at all.

With a wave of his wand, several large boxes disappeared.

"Dumbledore should have apparated you before, so you should know how to do it."

Harry nodded and reached out to grab Professor Snape's arm.

But there was something strange in her eyes. After all, Aunt Petunia directly called Professor Snape's name, Severus.

She shouted so naturally. If she said that the two of them didn't know each other before, Harry wouldn't believe it.

In addition, Aunt Petunia mentioned her mother's name... Harry was keenly aware that there was a story in it.

Professor Snape had no idea that Harry was thinking so much. He shuddered when Harley caught him, then immediately spun on the spot, using magic to cover up his gaffe.

The two of them disappeared into the air instantly.

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