Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 266 Man-made natural disaster!

"Then it's decided, Harley will follow both of us!"

Mr. Weasley glanced at the clock on the wall and made his final decision,

"As for others, follow your brothers! You must listen to Bill and Charlie! They have worked for so many years and have more social experience!"

"Pay special attention to me and don't cause trouble at this time. Do you understand? Fred, George!"

Others wanted to say something else, but looking at Mr. Weasley's serious expression, they swallowed their words back.

Mrs. Weasley is usually in charge of the Weasley family, and everyone is not so obedient from time to time.

Naughty guys like the Weasley twins often caused trouble for Mrs. Weasley.

But when it comes to really big things, Mr. Weasley's words come first in the Weasley family, and he is the backbone of the Weasley family!

So the others said nothing, grabbed their wands, and put on their sneakers.

Sirius was the first to get out of the tent. After confirming that the surroundings were temporarily safe and that the rioting team was still some distance away from him, he waved the others to leave the tent.

After leaving the tent, the noise grew louder. Countless cries and shouts of fear were intertwined, and Harry couldn't help but frown.

Don’t these wizards have wands? Or do you have a wand, but no brain?

The rioting team was not huge, only more than a hundred wizards at most.

As long as each of the fleeing wizards casts a stun spell, at least half of the rioting team will lose their combat effectiveness.

But those wizards only dared to hide in dark corners or run away into the distance.

There are even some who can't hold up the wall and only dare to hide in the tent and tremble, not even daring to look outside through the window.

"Bang!" Harley couldn't help but shook her head.

This group of people is hopeless. It seems they need their own salvation and a belief!

The adult wizards Bill and Charlie had already led Fred, George and others towards a safer place at the edge of the woods.

And Harry followed Sirius and Mr. Weasley, holding her wand and walking towards the rioting crowd.

Around the rioting crowd, there were many Ministry of Magic staff who gathered spontaneously, as well as Aurors responsible for patrols.

However, these wizards seemed to be concerned about the safety of the innocent Muggles suspended above the heads of the rioting crowd.

In addition, their own numbers were not as large as the rioting wizards, with only more than fifty people, so they did not dare to act rashly.

"Sirius, take care of Harry!" Mr. Weasley shouted, "I'm going to join other colleagues from the Ministry of Magic!"

As he spoke, he rushed in one direction.

"Harry, what should we do now? I follow your command!"

Seeing that there were no familiar people around him, Sirius also put aside his pretense and directly asked Harry what he thought of the situation at hand.

Anyway, no matter how much I think, I can't compare to my goddaughter, so why not just give up thinking and return to myself?

During the first Wizarding War, he just let his mind go and let Lupine and James take command.

The only time Sirius made his own decision was when he had some suspicion that Lupine was the traitor, so he gave the identity of the secret keeper to Peter Pettigrew.

Then it became the worst decision he had ever made, directly killing James and Lily.

A lesson learned, and Sirius now hated the idea of ​​making decisions on his own.

It just so happened that his goddaughter was good at this, so why would Sirius make things difficult for him?

"I seem to feel the magic of a few acquaintances there!"

The words coming out of Harry's mouth didn't answer the question. At the same time, he squinted his eyes and looked at the rioting black-robed wizards.

"So, what else can we do? Catch them and send them to Merlin...I mean send them to Azkaban!"

As she spoke, Harley waved her wand gently, and black flames danced on her beautiful long hair, swallowing up the surrounding light.

Sirius was stunned and was about to say something, but he didn't say anything and just nodded.

The black-robed wizards in front seemed to have noticed Harley's presence.

The team's direction immediately changed and headed towards Harley.

Harley chuckled and did not take the initiative to greet him.

She quietly pointed her wand at the sky, and invisible power burst out instantly and spread rapidly in the sky.

Under the cover of the dark night, the clouds are slowly gathering, and thick clouds are gradually forming in the sky.

A snowy owl flew out of the clouds in panic and chased in Hermione's direction.

Hedwig took the initiative to fly out of the tent when everyone left the tent, flying in the night sky, observing the movements of the rioting wizards.

She originally wanted to assist Harley in the sky. After all, she was also a psychiatrist. She could at least analyze the opponent's intelligence.

However, Hedwig had just received news from Harley and learned that her master was planning to use a small-scale weather spell to directly destroy the opponent.

It's better to stay away, because having their feathers soaked by heavy rain is not a comfortable thing for birds.

At the same time, the rioting crowd quickly arrived not far from Harley.

The man walking at the front shouted in a drunken voice:

"You...you are that damn Potter? Harry Potter!"

He seemed to have drunk too much, and his mind was a little unclear. He mumbled out all the words he could and could not say at the same time.

"You really deserve to die! You ruined our beautiful life...all!"

"Yes, Harry Potter really deserves to die! She defeated the great Dark Lord and ruined our beautiful life!" The crowd behind them burst out in approval.

But that person's voice was very sober, not drunk, full of reason, and also had a hint of confusion.

At the same time, that person hid very well, and perfectly concealed his figure with the help of the drunken men.

"Indeed! If the Dark Lord hadn't been defeated...how could we be so restrained?"

"I have wanted to torture those Mudbloods for a long time... Why should a group of Mudbloods be equal to us noble... wizards!"

A large number of voices of approval rang out, and Sirius stood guardly in front of Harry, holding his wand and roaring menacingly:

"I'm warning you! If you go back now, the Ministry of Magic won't hold you criminally responsible!"

"You fart! You damn traitor to the pure-blood family!" A sudden shout came from the crowd,

"What more can you say to them?"

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

A ray of emerald green light instantly flew out from the tip of a wand and hit Harry.

As if she didn't see it, Harley grabbed Sirius's sleeve and the two of them took half a step back.

A wall of ice formed out of thin air in front of them.

The Cruciatus Curse hit the ice wall, sending ice cubes flying everywhere.

"Catch some and let go some. We need to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic, and we can't let these senior Riddle's future subordinates completely lose their power,"

Harley nodded slightly and made simple plans.

"Oh, by the way, I have to make sure to leave a mark on these scum to make sure that they lose their fighting ability if I think about it."

In just ten seconds while this thought was running, a large number of spells came flying.

The bones are cut out, crackled and exploded, torn apart, shattered into pieces...

All kinds of destructive black magic were covering Harry and Sirius, and the ice wall almost shattered.

"Her defensive magic was broken by us!" A drunkard shouted in surprise,

"Work harder! The day of revenge is today! To commemorate the beautiful life we ​​lost!"

"Armor protection!" Sirius immediately set up a new line of defense and roared without looking back.

"Harley, use that black flame! Don't show mercy to these scum and scum! Just don't kill them!"

"There's no need, Godfather." Harley shook her head, "I have a better way to deal with them."

"It's raining heavily!"

The wand pointed towards the sky, completely liberating the violent power.

There was a thunder in the sky, but no lightning fell.

It seemed that the thick dark clouds could no longer support the weight of water vapor, and finally opened a hole, allowing heavy rain to pour down.

The drunkards failed to take precautions and were drowned in the heavy rain.

Many people drank a mouthful of rainwater and their attention was too distracted to use the spell.

Of course, not everyone is so good and their consciousness is so vague.

"Armor for protection!" "Waterproof and moisture-proof!" "Invulnerable to water and fire!" "Dark light protection!"...

In the middle of the crowd, rays of magic lit up, and after all, a dozen wizards established an effective defense.

Harley's expression remained unchanged. After all, she couldn't expect all her enemies to be useless. The light in her eyes flowed, and she stepped forward gently.

"Although the current heavy rain is the severe weather that I forcibly induced using the weather spell, the essence of the weather spell is to trigger natural phenomena."

Harley said softly, as if communicating with herself.

As her words came out, the magic in Harry became more and more excited.

"Since it is a natural celestial phenomenon, as long as the temperature drops at this time, a snowstorm will form. This is very reasonable."

"So... let me induce a little bit of nature."

"Man-made disaster·Blizzard!"

As long as she discovers potential disasters that have signs and can be exploited, the Witch of Despair can forcibly induce and amplify them by consuming spiritual power (magic power).

But now, with Harley's ability, the weather spell that only enveloped the rioting crowd evolved again and upgraded into...a blizzard!

The snowflakes instantly covered all the wizards who participated in the riot, bringing a terrifying chill, but it did not harm the innocent people around them.

Although most of these black-robed thugs have the strength of Sequence Six, some of the wizards have even barely reached Sequence Five.

But when faced with the disasters unleashed by the demigod-level Witch of Despair, they were still defenseless.

Even though Harry deliberately suppressed his abilities and gave the other party time to escape, there were still more than 40 drunkards who were soaked from head to toe. A layer of frost quickly formed on their bodies and they were frozen in place. .

In the deepest part of the crowd, there was a group of conscious black-robed wizards whose pupils shrank sharply.

They didn't have time to discuss at all. After briefly looking at each other, they whispered each name one by one.

Then there were harsh popping sounds, and house elves appeared out of thin air, grabbed their masters, and spun away from the place.

"Have most of them escaped?" Harry, who noticed the fluctuations in magic power, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"But there are still a few left, it seems they are abandoned!"

"Also, I really didn't expect that, old Malfoy... you are not willing to be lonely and choose to come to the party late at night to have some fun for yourself?"

According to Harley's perception, the rioting wizards have already been divided into two categories:

The most important type of them is the Death Eaters. After all, they all have evil magic on their left arms that is very clear and familiar to Harry.

Their master, Voldemort, who had not shown up for a long time, was already extremely weak.

But the magic he once radiated is still stubbornly parasitic in the Dark Mark on the left arm of the Death Eaters.

For Harley, who has keen perception, these are simply lights in the darkness, leaving these Death Eaters with nowhere to hide.

Except for the Death Eaters, the remaining wizards were just pure-blood wizards who were simply drunk and encouraged by someone who wanted to join the riot.

They may be dark wizards, or gray figures somewhere between black and white, but they are definitely not Death Eaters.

Most of the group of wizards who called the house elves to take them to escape had the Dark Mark on their arms, and they were the core figures among pure-blood wizards.

Harry also sensed Dobby's aura and locked onto the existence of old Malfoy, which once again proved his suspicion.

This time, she let go most of the Death Eaters, but deliberately kept a few marginal ones.

Of course, those lucky ones who escaped were not really lucky either.

During the previous electric confrontation, an invisible aura passed over the entire rioting crowd.

A seed is silently planted in the lungs of all thugs, a seed of disease from the aura of disease.

It's just that this seed is still sleeping for the time being and has not awakened.

As long as Harley's thoughts move and the distance is not too far, the seed will wake up from its deep sleep.

It will absorb nutrients from the host, gradually take root and sprout, bloom flowers called "disease", and even bear a fruit called "black death".

"Good night, I wish you all good dreams!" Harley bowed slightly and waved her wand gently into the sky.

The heavy rain in the sky gradually stopped, and the dark clouds began to disperse with invisible force.

Everything is over, and the water and ice on the ground are quickly turning into magic and gradually dissipating.

Only the destroyed tents and ice sculptures proved that a battle had taken place here.

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(Thanks to the two big guys "Nine-tailed Yanhu" and "Floating Life and Annihilation" for their rewards!)

(ps. Regarding Sirius’s intelligence, the author is not saying that he is stupid. How can someone who is not smart learn Animagus?)

(It’s just that he is a fighter, not a decision-maker. Just like how the original novel dealt with Kreacher, Kreacher has been at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters and knows a lot of information. But Sirius has that attitude towards Kreacher...)

(I don’t intend to make too many judgments on this, but I really feel that Sirius is not handsome, and he also has the debuff that comes with living with dementors for a long time, so he seems not smart.)