Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 234 I am an honest person. If I say I will kill you, I will kill you!

"Forget it, I often read books in the restricted book area." Harry closed the heavy book in his hand, "There are no books about astrology in there."

"And I don't think 'the stars are watching us' belongs in astrology."

"But if it doesn't belong to astrology, what does this belong to?" Hermione rubbed her temples.

"When we go to Sirius's house, let's look there. Pure-blood families that have existed long enough may have special knowledge left behind."

Harry took back the books spread out on the table in front of him one by one.

"If I really can't find it, I'll ask Professor Dumbledore. If I were the one who asked, I guess he wouldn't think I was deceiving the professor."

"I'm going to put the books back where they belong. We have to finish our homework before Easter... Hey, why is your face so red?"

"It's nothing, maybe it's too hot in the library." Hermione carefully held the book in her arms,

"I have to borrow a book from Mrs. Pince. The astrology in this book...yes, it's a star. It's quite interesting to read."

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The night before the Easter holidays began, Halle had completely packed her belongings.

Professor Lupine also asked for leave for himself and Hermione, and the group would set off after dinner the next morning.

And that night, Harley went to the Forbidden Forest again, preparing to completely extinguish the desire of those big spiders to relocate.

A monster should look like a monster, and it would be nice to just stay in the forbidden forest and be used as materials.

In the Forbidden Forest, the weather is getting warmer and the sounds made by animal activities are increasing. Birds are chirping, insect eggs are hatching, and green shoots are sprouting from the ground.

The newly born unicorn cub is following its tribe and enjoying the life of the overlord of the Forbidden Forest.

As long as they don't run into the Acromantula, they are absolutely safe.

Creatures like centaurs and thestrals wouldn't think anything of unicorns.

In this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, I suddenly remembered the rapid but short, heart-rending scream.

The weak magical creatures around them immediately fled quickly, reminding their own kind to be careful of the threats in this direction.

But those powerful magical creatures just glanced expressionlessly into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and then continued to do their own thing.

An adult unicorn also licked its own child and told what happened in its unique language.

They have long been accustomed to this and know that a powerful wizard is cleaning out the Acromantula.

But no creature cares. After all, the group of Acromantulas is an invasive species and is cruel in nature, eroding the territory of other creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

They are dead when they die, and no living thing will miss them. Only Hagrid will cry a few times for them and feel helpless.

The screams quickly disappeared.

In that position, six huge Acromantulas lay on the spot, four of which were covered with light but solid ice.

Of the remaining two Acromantulas, one was disemboweled and its internal organs were exposed;

The head of the other Acromantula seemed to have been cut cleanly open by some kind of sharp weapon that was a palm wide.

Harley stood in the center of the circle of Acromantulas, her white sportswear spotless.

She held a handkerchief in her hand, gently wiping the blood and inexplicable clear liquid on her white gloves.

Just now, Harley had a sudden idea to try whether his hand knife could penetrate the Acromantula's head.

After trying it out, Harley confirmed that the physical skills she used as an assassin had not declined due to her peaceful life.

But after experiments, Harley confirmed that magic spells, black flames and ice were more effective. After all, blood and other brain fluids splashing on the hands were really disgusting.

"Why can't you just curl up in the forbidden forest and let me hunt slowly." Harley said softly, her voice full of regret.

"Of course it's because they are too stupid to see the situation clearly." A snowy owl flapped its wings and flew down from the branch, landing on Harley's shoulder.

"Sister Harley, is this the power from the assassin path?"

Hedwig carefully rubbed her head against Harry's fair neck.

"Of course." Harry admired the clean gloves in the moonlight and threw the handkerchief to the ground aside.

Before the handkerchief hit the ground, black flames ignited on it, then turned into a ball of ashes and disappeared with the wind.

"I'm so envious," Hedwig's eyes were filled with longing.

"The audience channel is really too weak. Now it's hard for me to even guide other owls to give me the most delicious nuts."

"You need to exercise more," Harley took out the dagger from her pocket and walked towards the Acromantula's body.

"The combat effectiveness of the first few sequences in the audience path is very weak, but the development potential in the later stages is very strong."

"If the claims about those ancient tombs are not wrong, this may even be the strongest way in a sense."

As Harley approached, an icicle rose up from under the Acromantula's body, pushing it up.

Harry waved his dagger, picked out the poison sacs and silk glands, cut off the more precious parts, and put them away in categories.

After completing all this, countless black flames rose up, burning the body of the Acromantula and the ice into ashes.

And Harley was already moving on to the next body.

Soon, everything in the Forbidden Forest was dealt with, and only the dust on the ground proved the traces of the existence of these Acromantulas.

Harley flicked the dagger, and the impurities on it were easily shaken off by Qiao Jin.

As for the Acromantula's blood and venom, these liquids have already been absorbed by the dagger.

This is a dagger made by goblins that can absorb substances that are beneficial to it.

Harley is very interested in this technology, but Nico stated in the letter that this part of the dwarf technology has been lost among humans, and only the goblins still master this technology.

After finishing everything, Harley said casually: "After watching it for so long, don't you want to say something?"

The Forbidden Forest was quiet, and no one responded to Harry.

Harley didn't pay attention, and walked back in the direction of the house seemingly casually. The dagger in his hand suddenly flew out and struck a tree hard.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to run away." Harley's voice echoed in the forest, and black flames rose behind her.

"You have been targeted by me. Don't think that just because your Animagus is a beetle, you can escape from under my nose."

Hedwig, who didn't know when she was on top of Harry's head, was instantly startled. She flapped her wings and looked in the direction where the dagger flew out.

As a "spectator", it didn't even notice that there was a beetle parked on the tree next to it that had been observing here!

The beetle seemed to want to pretend that it didn't know anything or understand anything, and flew away like an ordinary beetle as if nothing had happened.

But a ball of flames hit her head and hit the tree, and the tree instantly turned into ashes.

The dagger also fell downwards, but was immediately wrapped in black flames and flew back into Harley's hand.

"Look, what did I say before?" Harley said with a chuckle, and the dagger turned into butterflies on her fingertips, flying freely,

"You know, I always consider myself an honest person and I never lie or deceive others."

"For example, if I say I'm targeting you, I'm really targeting you; for another example, if I say I'm going to kill you..."

"...I will really kill you too."

The temperature of the surrounding environment dropped inexplicably, and birds chirped in the distance, but it seemed that the place became increasingly peaceful.

The beetle trembled for a moment, then continued to twist in mid-air.

A middle-aged woman wearing square glasses studded with jewels appeared out of thin air.

Her blond hair was styled into delicate but slightly stiff, quirky curls, which looked a bit awkward when paired with her large chin face.

Her fingers were very thick, and she was holding on to a crocodile leather handbag, and her two-inch long red nails were fastened to the belt.

However, the woman's height is slightly higher than the average wizard, so she doesn't look that fat.

"Rita Skeeter?" Harley recalled the photo she had seen in the newspaper and read out the other person's name expressionlessly.

"Hey, good evening, Miss Potter." Rita quickly forced a professional smile on her face,

"I don't think you should use spells against other wizards. You almost hurt me."

"I think Miss Potter should be very clear that this is prohibited by the laws of the Ministry of Magic."

Harley raised her eyebrows, not knowing how to answer.

Why was this woman able to discuss the law with herself after witnessing the entire process of killing the Acromantula?

Doesn’t she think that she dares to kill spiders but not kill people?

Not to mention anything else, he killed a lot of pirates alone.

After all, you can earn money quickly by killing that kind of thing. It’s a sum of money on your head, a sum of money on their savings and equipment, and a sum of money on Extraordinary Characteristics.

Although he couldn't tell how many lives his men had lost, since no one would keep track of how many slices of bread they had eaten, there were definitely many more dead people than Rita had ever seen.

So how dare Rita say such things to herself?

Considering that there was no one else around who would not tarnish her image, Harley took a step forward gently.

Before Rita could react, an icicle instantly grew out of the ground and hit her hard in the stomach.

She instantly felt as if her internal organs had been displaced, and her big eyes instantly bulged outwards.

Rita flew backwards and hit a big tree hard.

Spider silk appeared out of thin air, tied up Rita, and tied her tightly to the tree.

"I'm curious." Harley said slowly, "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

"The laws of the Ministry of Magic? The laws of the Ministry of Magic that are invisible and intangible deep in this Forbidden Forest?"

Rita's face was full of horror, her mouth was wide open, but she couldn't say a word.

When she said what she said before, she felt a cold sweat in her heart.

After all, Harley easily killed six Acromantulas, and one of them even punched his head through with his bare hands.

If she brought herself in, Rita felt like she couldn't bear it no matter what.

Perhaps Harley was inexperienced in society and was intimidated by her speech from the moral high ground.

At that time, Rita thought she was safe and breathed a sigh of relief silently.

She even habitually wanted to take out paper and pen, preparing to dig out some powerful information from the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, and teach her a lesson with writing.

Rita has already planned how to make Harley realize the importance of public opinion and the dangers of this world.

At that moment, she saw Harley take a step forward lightly.

Then he found himself in this miserable situation.

"I..." Rita watched in horror as Harley walked over gracefully with her hands behind her back, beads of sweat falling from her forehead.

"Let's not discuss the question of who gave you the courage. After all, I have seen too many idiots and I am used to it."

Harley seemed to be talking to herself, but her voice was extremely clear.

"You thought I would be Dumbledore, right? I have great power, but I also have noble moral character, and I will be strict with myself."

"But you are wrong. Although I don't know why, the fact is that he used Hogwarts as a prison to imprison his body;"

"He used his body as a prison to imprison his mind and soul."

"But I am different from him. He was born a prisoner, and I was a witch who was born free, a witch who symbolizes natural disasters and chaos."

"Dear reporter Rita, why are you here?"

There are spider threads hanging from the treetops on Harley's back, woven into a chair.

Harley sat lightly on it, and her black sneakers lifted Rita's chin.

Rita was extremely panicked. When Harley knocked her away, Rita had already realized that the little girl in front of her was not easy to deal with.

Apart from anything else, combined with her previous performance in killing the Acromantula, it is really possible for Harley to disappear silently into the Forbidden Forest!

There are no witnesses here, so your death will be in vain! She must come up with a reason to protect herself!

"I...I...I was just passing by!" Years of reporter career, especially the rich experience gained from spying on the lives of famous wizards, came into play at this moment.

Rita's brain forcibly generated a reason that she could barely explain.

"I've always heard that Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, breeds dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest, so I wanted to find out."

"As a result, I happened to see you, the youngest and most outstanding recipient of the Order of Merlin's First Order... cleaning up the Acromantulas that endanger the safety of Hogwarts!"

The smile on Harley's face grew wider: "Oh, really?"

"Really, that's right!" Rita nodded repeatedly, speaking more smoothly.

"I overheard Bigrett and Old Nott, the owners of the shop owned by Old Nott, reporting in Knockturn Alley that Hagrid went to him to sell some scrap materials of magical animals!"

"There are a series of materials such as dirty unicorn tail hair, teeth replaced by Thestral cubs, naturally shed spines of thorns, and dead eggs of salamanders."

"Biggerit and Old Nott complained that Hagrid only sold him materials that naturally left the bodies of magical animals, so that these materials no longer contained much magic."

"Biggerit wanted to poach in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, and suspected that Hagrid had a private breeding farm here."

"But Old Nott told him to give up on this and stop provoking Dumbledore's bottom line at will."

"Based on this information, I judged that there might be an illegal breeding farm here, so I came to collect information."

"Yes, I think people have the right to know the truth, and this kind of breeding farm is likely to endanger the safety of the little wizard!"

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(Thanks to "book friend with tail number 2825" and "Nine-tailed Yanhu" for the reward!)

It can only be updated after 12 noon tomorrow. I have an exam in the morning, but I will update two -word chapters and make up for Saturday’s leave request.