Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 166 The capture went smoothly and a big black dog was obtained!

After an hour in the Potter's vault at Gringotts, Harry returned to the surface.

The pockets under her robe were stuffed with gold coins and gems, but there was no smile on Harley's face.

"Sooner or later I will dismantle those damn little cars of those goblins!" Harley thought angrily as she took out a bottle of essential oil, put it under Qiong's nose and sniffed it gently.

This is her special oil, with a bit of a certain mixed-race Veela's hair added to it.

Although doing this means that the essential oil can no longer be used as a raw material for rituals, it smells much better.

After completely getting rid of her nausea, Harley began to buy books according to the planned route.

This way, when Hermione comes, she can concentrate on walking around Diagon Alley with the little witch.

After a busy morning, Harley returned to her room in the Leaky Cauldron.

She wanted to catch up on her beauty sleep first and prepare for the night's action.

However, Harley's plan was destroyed before it could be implemented.

When he returned to the room, Old Tom had already delivered Harley's lunch to the table in the room.

Harley was eating white bread and looking through the newspapers of the past few days.

The newspapers a few days ago were reporting on the news that Harley won the Magic School Potions Championship. There were even two photos of Harley standing in the square in the magic garden holding a golden cauldron high.

Yesterday's Evening Prophet even published an exclusive interview with Halle.

As for this morning's Daily Prophet, the headline changed again and became the news that Harley received the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Photos of Halle posing with various big shots and corresponding articles take up four entire pages.

Harry flipped through the newspaper and looked at the photo of herself and Fudge on the front page. She couldn't help but sigh that the reporters from the Prophet's newspaper acted really quickly.

But the focus of Harry's attention was not on this, but on other news in the newspaper.

The fifth page of the newspaper is devoted to the Ministry of Magic's latest exploits.

According to the report in the newspaper, the Aurors struck hard, severely cracked down on the criminals in Knockturn Alley, and seized a large number of illegal items.

However, looking at the unkempt appearance of those criminals and their extremely poor mental state, Harley seriously suspected that they were just a group of unlucky people running errands, commonly known as scapegoats.

Of course, Harley doesn't care about this, but regrets that her trip to Knockturn Alley will probably be postponed until next year.

"Oh." Harley sighed softly, took a sip of pumpkin juice, and then continued to read the newspaper.

In addition to promoting the achievements of Aurors, newspapers seemed to be trying hard to downplay the impact of the Death Eater named Sirius escaping from Azkaban.

The news about Sirius has been squeezed into the ninth section of the newspaper, and the seventh section is the news of the death of the sixth husband of a famous socialite in the wizarding world.

Harry thought for a moment, Slytherin's Blaise seemed to be the son of this social butterfly.

I just don't know what Blaise's surname is now, whether it is after his biological father's surname or after one of his godfather's surnames.

Even this kind of tidbits can occupy more important pages, while news about fugitives can only be found in the corners of newspapers. Harry shook his head, feeling accustomed to it.

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A week passed quickly, and Harry took the subway back to the Dursleys' house.

When Harry returned to the Dursleys' house wearing a sun hat, holding a parasol in one hand, and pulling an empty suitcase with the other, Uncle Vernon happened to drive back.

There was a smile on his face, as if he was glad to have Maggie stay here for a week.

"Uncle Vernon!" Harry's voice was not loud, but it reached Uncle Vernon's ears accurately.

"I'm back, are you happy?"

Uncle Vernon's smile faltered.

When Harley came closer, he growled: "What do you want to do? Get in quickly!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull Harley's arm, but was forced back by Harley's cold eyes.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, but I can carry the box by myself." With a smile on Harry's face, a piece of spider silk was inserted into the door lock.

With a "click" sound, the door lock was opened directly.

Harley put away the umbrella, carried the box and disappeared into the corridor.

Uncle Vernon swallowed and seemed to suddenly react.

He looked around to make sure that no one was there, then rushed through the door at a speed that was not suitable for his fat body, not forgetting to close the door softly.

The Dursleys still ignored Harry's return, and Harry was happy to be at ease.

At night, Harley sat in front of the window, gently tossing a gem in her hand, and looking out the window with bored eyes.

This is a piece of talisman that she spent an afternoon to successfully make. It is engraved with an alchemical rune from Harley's pocket, which can store a small amount of extraordinary abilities.

The gem now sparkled, proving that Harley had deposited her abilities into it.

"It's so boring. I really want to play beach volleyball with Fleur again, then soak in a hot spring and give her a bath." Harley muttered, suddenly feeling like there was something in the darkness.

Harley blinked, and the assassin's night vision ability activated.

She clearly saw a big black dog across the road from her window.

Harry compared the memory in his mind and felt that it was an adult Scottish deerhound.

This dog seemed to have been wandering for a long time. The fur on its body was dirty and knotted, and there were still a few fallen leaves hanging on it.

It seems that it has not had a full meal for a long time. The big dog is very thin, and bones can be seen faintly in some places.

However, this dog's innate nutrition should be good, because its frame is larger than the average adult Scottish Deerhound.

The dog seemed to have seen Harley, and its black eyes met Harley's green eyes.

Although this confrontation only lasted a moment, the big dog lowered its head directly, but Harley could clearly see the desire in its eyes.

"Interesting." Harley opened the window screen.

"Is it a dog that was abandoned because of a mistake or a special reason? So it really longs for a normal home?"

Seeing the dog stand up and seem to be leaving, Harry thought and the gem he had just made in his left hand flew out.

The gem cracked silently in the air, and a transparent spider web opened, locking the black dog tightly.

The black dog was startled and seemed to want to howl and run away.

"Silent and silent!"

A spell pierced the night sky and landed on the big dog's head.

The howl in the big dog's mouth was instantly stuck in its throat, and it could only struggle wildly on the spot with its mouth wide open.

"Stop struggling, no one will come to save you." Harry didn't know when he was standing behind the big dog,

"Come home with me, good dog. I see the longing for human family in your eyes."

As if he understood what Harley said, the big dog stopped struggling.

A smile appeared on Harley's face.

The capture went smoothly and a big black dog was harvested!

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)