Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 258 The smile will not disappear, it will only move

While Harley was still thinking wildly in her mind, she suddenly felt that the dark magic left on Peter Pettigrew was touched.

Harley's body tensed up momentarily, but then relaxed.

"What happened to Peter Pettigrew?" Harley was a little confused.

In the hints he left for Peter Pettigrew, only a few special situations would trigger his power.

Seeing that no one around her was paying attention to herself, Harley carefully put on the control glasses and immersed most of her consciousness in them, leaving only a little surface consciousness to respond to other people's simple questions.

With the help of Peter Pettigrew's perspective, Harry saw that Peter Pettigrew was standing on the edge of a dark forest, with a woman lying in front of him.

The woman was fat, not tall, and wore a robe representing the British Ministry of Magic.

She was unconscious at this time, and judging from the perspective, Peter Pettigrew probably knocked her out from behind.

Harry frowned slightly and quietly flipped through Peter Pettigrew's memories.

"Bertha Jorkins...a member of the Department of Magical Games and Sports of the British Ministry of Magic..."

Harley's physical expression did not change at all, but her conscious body frowned slightly.

"Are you going to take her to Voldemort? See if you can torture out information about the Ministry of Magic?"

Harley sighed and shook her head. The witch is indeed evil, but she still has some moral bottom lines.

She quickly found a reason for herself:

"Voldemort doesn't have much power now, so it's the best time to control and guide him."

"Bringing this Bertha Jorkins to Voldemort is likely to have unpredictable consequences."

"What's more..." Harry glanced at Bertha's belly without any trace.

"She is still pregnant. The baby is probably not more than five months old. It's just because she is a little fat that there are no signs."

"Forget it, let's give this future mother a hint and ask her to leave this land of right and wrong as soon as possible."

Under the invisible erosion of Harley's power, Peter Pettigrew was in a daze at first, then subconsciously squatted down, turned Bertha over, and opened her closed eyes.

Under the immersion of power, Harry used Peter Pettigrew as an intermediary to give Bertha psychological hints bit by bit.

But in the process of hinting, Harley's eyebrows suddenly moved.

She was surprised to realize that there was something wrong with Bertha's memory, and the problem was huge.

Any magic that has ever existed will leave traces.

And this Bertha's memory has traces left by a powerful forgetting spell, which even affects Bertha's memory.

"The powerful and crude Oblivion Curse... is not as subtle as Lockhart's Oblivion Curse. It seems that the user does not use this spell very often." Harry rubbed his temples in thought.

Judging from all the signs, it is most likely that Bertha learned some secrets that she should not know.

And it was not convenient for that person to kill Bertha directly, so he chose to forcibly erase Bertha's related memories.

Harry recalled what Ludo said about his subordinate when Sirius and Ludo were chatting:

"A very interesting witch, but she is a bit stupid, has a bad memory, and is careless in her work."

"Over the years, she has been pushed from one department to another. I think she is very pitiful, so I just let her come here."

At that time, Ludo laughed at himself and rubbed his head.

"I'm not smart after all, and those damn Bludgers, they definitely had a permanent effect on my brain."

"It can be considered that we share the same problem. Anyway, I am not reliable at work, so I am not inferior to her."

Now Hallie thought she knew the cause of Bertha's poor memory.

Under Harley's closed eyes, green light flowed, sinking into the glasses bit by bit.

Thanks to the training of Harley's will and spirit by the former operator, Harley is now more and more proficient in this kind of long-distance and precise operation.

"The Triwizard Tournament...the former Auror Moody will join Hogwarts as a professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course..."

Harley quickly skimmed through the superficial memories and browsed some important information.

Finally, she broke the influence of the Forgetting Curse and read Bertha's secrets that had been forcibly erased by the Forgetting Curse.

"It's really interesting," Harry suddenly smiled,

"Mr. Crouch's Death Eater son, Barty Crouch Jr., who was supposed to be dead, is actually still alive and is being hidden in his home by Crouch Sr.!"

"What an interesting piece of information!"

Harry waved his hand and controlled Peter Pettigrew to help Bertha bury these memories in the depths of her mind again.

However, she was not as rough as Mr. Crouch, but used the extraordinary ability of psychological suggestion to restrict this memory.

This would not do too much harm to Bertha, and the woman's nightmare was coming to an end.

Harley nodded with satisfaction, once again reinforced the hint to Peter Pettigrew, and told him to get away from here quickly.

And that memory about Barty Crouch Jr. was also buried deep in Peter Pettigrew's mind.

This news can be regarded as a meeting gift to Senior Riddle.

Although it is impossible for him to know who the gift-giver is, he will definitely be very satisfied with the gift.

Seeing Bertha's figure disappearing from Peter Pettigrew's eyes, Harry brought back his consciousness with satisfaction with the many news he had gained.

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When Harley took off her glasses, returned her attention to the stadium, and took over the memory of her shallow consciousness, she realized that the game was about to start.

The mascots of both teams have already appeared and stood in the areas designated for them on the court to cheer.

However, Harley seriously doubted whether the England team's Moon Crazy Beast and the Transylvania team's Voldebat understood the concept of cheering.

On the England team's side, the players held the latest Firebolts and wore neat, custom-made Quidditch jerseys, looking extraordinary.

The Transylvania team wears a variety of colors, and one person even wears the old jersey that came with the Comet 250 when it was released.

And their broomsticks are also the same Nimbus 1900, and there are still more than ten Nimbus 2000 differences between them and the Firebolt.

Noticing this, the head coach of the English Quidditch team became increasingly proud and told the players to be merciful and not to let their international friends lose too ugly in the UK.

On the field, the England fans also laughed, foreboding that a massacre was coming.

After the coaches of both sides left the field and the captains shook hands, with a whistle blowing, fourteen players and a referee took off at the same time, and the Quaffle was thrown high.

And Ludo's voice also rang: "The game officially begins!"

"We can see that Drinlink, as the captain of the England team, took the lead and rushed towards the Quaffle."

"Close! He's close to the ball! Him! He...he's passed the ball?!"

It was obvious that Drinlink was not very skilled in the operation of the Firebolt, so he simply did not stop the car and passed the Quaffle all the way.

The Transylvania team's chaser Kentela took the Quaffle and rushed towards the England team's penalty area alone.

England goalkeeper Atvalone, who had just lifted off from the spot, was still flying swaying, not nervous at all.

After all, the entire England team uses Firebolts, and their speed will definitely crush the Transylvania team. Their side will definitely be the first to hold the ball.

Just as Atvalon came to the goal humming a tune and was about to turn his broom to defend, he suddenly heard a "swish" sound in his ear.

"What's going on?" Atvalon suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Damn it! I just said you shouldn't drink so much with those bastards these days!"

While complaining, Atvalon turned the direction of the broom, and then saw the big number on the scoreboard:

England: Transylvania

0:10

?

Before Atvalon had time to think more, he heard the referee's whistle and Ludo's commentary:

"Oh, what a shame... Transylvania's Chaser Kentra scored the first goal just one minute into the game on a solo cut."

The entire arena suddenly burst into cheers.

But this was the cheers of other fans, and the smiles on the faces of England fans and the wizards who had spent money on England disappeared at the start.

The smile doesn’t disappear, it just moves!

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"It's too bad, England... are in very bad shape today!"

There was no passion in Ludo's voice anymore, and he was trying hard to find reasons for the England team.

But he also had a headache. In less than an hour, the opposite Transylvania team, known as the village team, scored twelve goals in a row.

To be fair, as the director of the Department of Magical Sports, Ludo has also seen many non-professional teams organized by English fans.

The confrontation between them is not so outrageous!

Many spectators in the stands shouted angrily, and some even threw shoes and fruits into the field.

It’s true that everyone likes to watch the weak defeat the strong, but not this one!

Many people have put their money on the England team!

And those fans who did not place bets because they supported their own teams were happy. Everyone loved watching the scene of losing and defeating!

In the box on the top floor, Harry intuitively felt the low pressure created by the top officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Although the people who get here are civilized people who claim to be pure-blooded families, this does not prevent them from scolding them after losing money.

Fudge's face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face, and the veins on his forehead were almost visible.

Next to him, the Minister of Magic of Transylvania was leisurely nibbling apples and drinking mead.

It was already unexpected to be able to reach the qualifiers, but now it might even be an upset.

In order to avoid taxes, he spent a thousand gold galleons in Gringotts in Transylvania to support his team, which was considered a sentimental thing.

And Gringotts there also gave me fifteen times the odds. I didn't expect that this would be more rewarding than the money I paid for love!

He had originally planned to go back and credit the money to the Ministry of Magic's account, but it seemed that he didn't need to do it this time.

"...Transylvania's Chaser Decant was holding the ball alone...Walter hit a beautiful Bludger and wanted to block it..."

"Oh, what a…what a Bludger!"

England's batsman Walter used a beautiful Bludger to successfully push back the England goalkeeper Atvalone who came to block it, helping De Kent to score a solo goal.

Ludo wanted to curse on the spot, but unfortunately he was a neutral commentator and had to control his emotions.

"0:130, England captain Drinkin held the ball, but he was intercepted..."

Finally, at one hour and fifty-seven minutes into the game, England finally scored.

The whole stadium was in an uproar, with England fans waving flags and cheering for the players.

"This is the clarion call for counterattack! Destroy them!" A fanatical fan cast a sound amplification spell on himself and shouted loudly,

"From now on, we will not miss a single ball and advance to the final!"

The Scottish fans next to him gave him a mocking look. Why did these words sound so familiar?

It seems like someone shouted a few days ago?

Aurors had already moved along the aisle, trying to take away the fan who was forcibly disrupting the order in the stadium.

Normal shoe throwing and shouting are not within their jurisdiction, but using magic is against the rules of watching the game.

But before they came to the fans, they heard the painful wailing of this fan and other England fans:

"No!"

Shortly after England's first goal, Transylvania's Seeker Flinn Lindi caught the Snitch.

The score on the data board is frozen:

England: Transylvania

10:390

When they heard the referee's whistle announcing the end of the game, the members of the England team controlled their brooms and landed smoothly, with confusion in their eyes.

who I am? where am I? What am I doing?

Like I'm a player...I'm at the UK Quidditch World Cup...and I just lost the game?

I must be dreaming, otherwise how could such an outrageous phenomenon happen?

How could a well-trained, well-fed, well-financed and well-equipped English side lose to an almost entirely amateurish Transylvanian side?

If it was really a dream, then this dream was too outrageous and too realistic at the same time.

At this time, the players of the England team saw the spectators standing up and waving their wands in the auditorium, and they subconsciously followed their muscle memory and waved.

This time the powder keg was detonated.

Originally, there were only a dozen photographers with parchments and quills and cameras rushing over.

Now...the England fans in the audience are also rushing over!

These days, the fans of the England team are too arrogant and have had more than one fight with the Scots. The fans of Wales and Ireland also dislike them.

Well now, England have lost and the reckoning is about to begin.

Before being besieged, they have to besiege the English team first... beat them to vent their anger!

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(Thanks to "Nine-tailed Yanhu" and "Sleepy Cat Maotou" for their rewards!)

(ps. Speaking of which, the baby Voldemort turned into was actually the child of Bertha Jorkins, according to some unknown news.)

(Bertha Jorkins was pregnant at the time, but the child's father and other information were not mentioned.)

(So ​​Voldemort used magic similar to the one he used on Quirrell in the first-year timeline... You can probably guess it later, but the author won't say it to prevent problems with the book.)

(However, this setting was too dark, so it was banned, and Rowling also blurred the relevant information.)