Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 260 Harley: Senior Riddle, you are a good person!

After seeing Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort did not scold him at all, but comforted Peter softly.

He also personally admitted to Peter that the original failure was due to his own mistakes and had nothing to do with Peter.

So Peter does not need to take any responsibility at all, but will only get the honor!

Voldemort also told Peter that Peter was the first Death Eater to take the initiative to look for him, which also proved that he was the most loyal Death Eater to the great Dark Lord.

If he regains his strength, he will definitely reward Peter, making Peter stronger and gaining a higher status among the Death Eaters.

He even made the promise without any hesitation after patiently listening to Peter Pettigrew's hatred for Sirius Black and Remus Lupin -

He will beat these people half to death with his own hands, and then bring them to Peter Pettigrew so that his most loyal servant can complete his revenge.

This series of brainwashing and pie-painting moved Peter Pettigrew to tears, and the idea in his mind about running away to Australia to hide and spend his old age disappeared.

His will became firm again - from now on, I am the most loyal dog under the throne of the great Dark Lord and the highest-status servant in the future!

Of course, the group of Death Eaters in Azkaban Prison who were more loyal to Voldemort were subconsciously ignored by Peter Pettigrew.

After deceiving the Gryffindor traitor whom he most despised once again, Voldemort began to tell his plan:

He developed for himself the most effective magic that could reshape his body.

This kind of magic requires a pot to brew a very complex potion, which uses a variety of precious materials and extremely powerful snake venom.

After adding the soul of the person who wants to reshape the body into the pot, the potion in the pot will automatically polymerize to form a stable body.

But this alone is not enough. The formed body may look like anything, and various unexpected situations may occur.

Therefore, at this time, the bones of the resurrected object's father, the blood of the enemy, and the flesh of the servant are needed as landmarks to anchor the form of the resurrected object.

Moreover, Voldemort was extremely demanding and planned to let Peter Pettigrew kidnap Harry Potter and use his old enemy Harry's blood as a resurrection material.

This left Peter Pettigrew confused. If I had the ability to capture Harry alive, why would I need to come here to lick Voldemort's feet?

However, inspired by the pie painted by his master, Peter Pettigrew was still ready to work hard.

Moreover, under Harley's psychological suggestion, Peter Pettigrew only remembered that Harley was better at fighting, and had forgotten all about her other abilities.

So Peter Pettigrew had an idea in his heart: If he used some tricks with the help of his master, maybe he would succeed?

Harry read in detail the method that had been recorded in Pettigrew's mind, with a look of surprise on his face.

I will not comment on the boldness of Peter Pettigrew.

It was Harley who deliberately left this impression on Peter Pettigrew.

After all, if Voldemort wants to engage in conspiracy, his first target must be himself.

So Harley might as well take the initiative and want this idea from Peter Pettigrew!

As for the dark magic designed by Voldemort, I have to say that Harry thinks Voldemort is definitely a genius.

At least Harry has read dark magic books for so long, but he has never seen such creative black magic.

Harry couldn't help but think of the wand lying in his pocket and the broken snake hair contained in the wand.

Perhaps I can also use this ritual, combined with the Despair Witch's substitute technique, to develop a stronger occult ritual of a clone or substitute nature.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Senior Riddle is such a good person." Harry couldn't help but sigh,

"Senior has been so kind to me, I must know how to repay him."

"Forget it, send him some problematic blood to help him resurrect. I'm so kind!"

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In addition to reading the little secrets about Voldemort in Peter Pettigrew's mind, Harry and Hermione also followed Sirius and Professor McGonagall to frequent banquets when there were no games.

For example, Professor Slughorn is keen on hosting dinner parties and bringing people he knows together to expand each other's connections.

As England's future rising star, Harry was accomplished in both the fields of potions and spells, so he was naturally introduced everywhere by Professor Slughorn.

Those masters who can be included in Professor Slughorn's network will naturally not mind making friends with such a potential star.

After all, anyone with a sound mind can see that Harley's future is immeasurable!

As for the result of the game... this is not that important to the wizards in England.

Probably the remaining matches are just fun for most British people.

After all, the England team is now being beaten in various ways, and their heads are almost shaved off every time. Occasionally catching the Golden Snitch is like celebrating the New Year.

As for the other Irish team... "Bulk Britain" has never liked to recognize the Irish team as the national team. Asking is a matter of history.

Moreover, the Irish team is also extremely unstable. Linqi, as the key seeker, cannot stabilize the other teams. He is 50-50 against everyone, and it seems that qualifying is a problem.

But what was unexpected was that at the end of the group stage, the Irish team just qualified as second in its group.

As for the England team... they undoubtedly fell to fourth place in their group.

So the Irish team instantly gained a lot of 50-year-old fans.

Don't ask, just ask because I have been with you for half my life, I haven't met my master yet, and now I have found my true home team!

The main thing is flexibility!

As for the England team... do you know them? Are you Yingza? Not me anyway!

Harry didn't feel much about the current chaotic and pleasant atmosphere.

She doesn't support anyone, and she even feels from the bottom of her heart...these people on the field are all noobs.

If he really had to go up in his place, relying on the physical fitness of the Witch of Despair and her control over the broom... she would defeat them in minutes!

Harley can guarantee that as long as the Golden Snitch doesn't show up, he can cut down five hundred balls by himself, and there will be no evidence that he drank the elixir!

Watching these noobs pecking each other, how can it be as good to see the Veela lady?

Yes, Fleur arrived with Beauxbatons' team.

The day after the group stage ended, when Harry got up at six in the morning to enjoy the sunshine, he opened the tent door and saw Fleur standing outside.

Her long, bright silver hair was longer, already hanging down to her waist, and was now fluttering in the morning breeze.

Fleur's smile was as bright as a flower. Before she could say anything, a little girl suddenly appeared from the side and rushed directly into Harry's arms:

"Sister Harley, we are here to see you! Do you miss us?"

Harry smiled and rubbed the head of the little girl in his arms: "Long time no see, Gabrielle. Come in and sit down."

At this time, Harley was the only one on the first floor of the tent.

Hermione was still enjoying the coolness brought by the ice layer created by Harry. She huddled up in the thin autumn quilt and didn't want to come out at all.

Professor McGonagall went to visit some old friends she had made in the field of transfiguration yesterday and did not come back all night.

As for Sirius...as a newly minted die-hard fan of the Irish team, he drank with a few other wizards he had good relationships with when he was in school...and celebrated until about two o'clock in the morning before returning.

Fortunately, Harley specially prepared a monitoring magic at the tent door for her uneasy godfather.

Once this magic detects a special situation in Sirius, it will send a prompt to Harley.

After receiving the prompt, Harley remotely controlled the spider silk and threw Sirius back to his bed.

If it weren't for Harry, and considering that Kreacher had also returned to the Black Mansion, Sirius would have slept at the door of the tent all night.

When he woke up the next day, he might not even have his robes on him.

As for now, Sirius was also lying in bed and fast asleep. It was impossible to get up, let alone cook.

Of course, he never cooked in normal times. Normally, Harry, Hermione or Kreacher did the cooking.

After arranging for the Delacour sisters to sit down, Harry waved her wand and summoned fresh pumpkin juice and bacon sandwiches just made by Kreacher from the Black Mansion.

"Have you had breakfast? Do you want to come and have something together?" Harley pointed to the breakfast on the table.

"If you make more, Hermione and I will definitely not be able to finish it. If there is not enough for her to eat by then, I will make it for her again."

"As for Sirius, he's probably going to have to sleep for a few more hours, so there's no need to leave him breakfast."

"Thank you, you're welcome." Fleur nodded gracefully.

After her sister agreed, Gabrielle couldn't wait to grab a sandwich.

"We came here last night." After taking a sip of iced pumpkin juice, Fleur and Harry chatted.

"But it was too late when I arrived. It was almost 12 o'clock in the evening, so I thought about coming back this morning."

"Then you got up quite early." Harley looked at the mechanical watch she had been wearing for a long time.

"I can't sleep." Fleur rubbed the little head of her sister who was devouring a sandwich.

"Gabriel was jumping up and down with excitement early in the morning and couldn't calm down at all."

"Fortunately, the sound insulation on the carriage is good enough, otherwise it would have disturbed Ms. Maxim and other students."

"It's not my fault. Who can sleep in this situation?" The little girl's mouth was full. After swallowing hard, she didn't forget to raise her head to defend herself.

"Who told you not to take me with you on vacation? You spent so much time at the beach and took so many photos."

"That's because you didn't listen to dad,"

As she spoke, Gabrielle moved the chair towards Harley with great effort, and hugged Harley's slender waist.

"Sister Harley, can you be my sister? Sister, she is so bad and she controls me every day."

Harry smiled helplessly, scratched Gabrielle's nose, held the little girl on his lap, and coaxed the little girl softly.

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Harry and Fleur were chatting while eating, while Gabrielle was teasing Hedwig boredly.

Although Hedwig disdained such low-level teasing, she still reluctantly helped her master with the child.

The two chatted for a while before Hermione broke free from the shackles of the quilt goblin.

The little witch was going downstairs to have breakfast, but she saw a figure sitting at the dining table that she didn't want to see for some reason.

Hermione curled her lips but didn't say anything. Instead, she easily pulled out the chair opposite Fleur and sat next to Harry.

"Good morning, Miss Delacour." Hermione greeted and picked up a sandwich.

"Good morning, Sister Hermione!" Gabrielle greeted her energetically, and Fleur also said hello softly.

For some reason, Hermione's face suddenly turned red.

Harry handed over the pumpkin juice at the right time and complained: "Hermione, you are getting up later and later."

"It's not my fault." Hermione retorted decisively, "It's obvious that the cryogenic chamber you made is too comfortable."

"Cryogenic room?" Fleur was a little curious.

Harley didn't explain, just tapped the floor with her toes.

A blue halo bloomed from the point of contact between Harley's jade feet and the ground, covering the entire restaurant in an instant.

There was a thick layer of ice on the floor, exuding bursts of cold air, dispelling the scorching summer heat.

"Hiss~ah~", Furong took a deep breath and moaned, appearing to be extremely enjoying it.

"Harry, your magic level is getting stronger and stronger. Now I really doubt whether I can beat you this year."

"Of course, Harry's magic level is one of the best in the entire Hogwarts!" Hermione held her head up proudly, feeling happy for Harry.

But halfway through her words, Hermione suddenly reacted:

"...Wait a minute, what do you mean if you can beat Harley this year?"

"That's the literal meaning," Fleur said innocently, "Don't you know? Something big is going to happen at Hogwarts this year!"

"I don't know." Hermione replied honestly, shaking her head at the same time.

"The professors said nothing and there was no information at all in the newspapers."

"Eh~~," Furong showed a dark smile and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "So you don't know!"

"It seems that your Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts don't want you to know!"

"Should I tell you?"

As she spoke, Fleur gently touched her chin with her fingers and tilted her head slightly, looking extremely charming but also a bit playful.

Hermione's eyes were filled with unbearable curiosity, but looking at Fleur's performance, she didn't want to take the initiative to ask.

Fleur didn't make any other move, just looked at Hermione with a smile.

Gabrielle on the side was holding Hedwig and watching her sister's every move curiously.

Hedwig did not try to escape from the clutches of the little girl, but chose to watch and study seriously.

Harley leaned back in her chair, quietly admiring the scene.

I have to say that this woman Fleur is really getting worse and worse, quite like Harley's demeanor back then!

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)