Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 325 Hello, my name is God, and His name is Mystery

"Bansi? Bansi!"

Harley was startled for a moment and took a step back subconsciously.

The dagger in her left hand was instantly covered with black flames, and the smoke spell in the wand in her right hand was also ready to go.

Harley is no stranger to the name Bansi.

After all, when I was wandering around the Five Seas, I once heard a wind-blessed pirate captain with Storm Path Sequence 6 say that a port called Bansi was inexplicably destroyed.

Moreover, the pirate general also mentioned that the people from the Church of Storms destroyed this port because the residents of Banxi worshiped an unknown evil god - the "God of Weather".

A port that the Church of Storms could destroy personally, regardless of the reason for destroying it, this port must be extraordinary.

If there are no cultists there, then this port must be hiding some extraordinary secrets;

Even if it was really destroyed because of the evil god, it also shows that this port is extraordinary. Otherwise, how could it be worth the direct and complete destruction of it by the group of violent old brothers from the Church of Storms?

And in this mysterious dream, another tavern with the same name as Banxi appeared. This thing is unusual no matter how you think about it.

However, Harry vaguely recalled that he had read myths from various countries in order to understand whether there was a true god in this world. The myths of wizards and Muggles were all within the scope of Harry's reading, including the Celtic myths of the UK. myth.

"Harley" was motionless in the flames, her expression dull, and she couldn't even mobilize magic power to protect herself.

And the name of this mourning banshee is also called Bansi.

Black flames spurted out from Harley's back and wand, turning into chains of black flames that instantly enveloped the uncontrollable clone.

Along with the sound, the door "squeaked" and opened inward.

On the boss's left side lies a thick book full of densely packed small characters, with a pure white quill in the middle and a dark cross hanging around his neck.

Although he looks ordinary, his whole person exudes a different kind of charm, and people can't help but feel fond of him.

Facing Harley's suspicious gaze, God calmly explained,

"You know, Secret is good at finding loopholes in the rules, defrauding the rules, tampering with history, and can also force people to become stupid..."

In order not to feel distressed because her clone was destroyed, Harley also specially selected a wand that had just been made recently and was of average quality.

"Actually, you don't have to be so careful." When Harley put down the cup, the tavern owner smiled and nodded at Harley.

So she simply let the spider silk form a fishing rod, and the ashes hung on the fishing rod as if they were fresh fish catches.

The wand rolled a few times, and then turned into another "Harley" out of thin air.

"Sorry, please give me a glass of water." Although she realized something was wrong, Harley still chose to respond.

But the problem also lies here, after all, the formation of this clone is too smooth.

The cup was spinning in the air one second, and then disappeared the next, as if it was just an imaginary object that had never appeared.

The chair made a squeaking sound, as if it had not been maintained for a long time.

"Of course, we can also save some trouble. For example, you can call Him mysterious and call me God."

Of course, the necessary vigilance is still required.

"As for what he said..." The boss looked at the man in black robe, his smile still dazzling,

"You can call him the Lord of Mysteries, the King of Time and Space, the Beacon of Destiny, the Incarnation of Origin Castle, and the Ruler of the Spirit World."

At the same time, Halle's body was blooming with brilliance, and her three-quarter-length sweatpants and short-sleeved T-shirt seemed to melt and form a new set of gorgeous purple-red robes.

She really wanted to create a temporary clone and let the clone explore the way.

Not only does this unknown bar owner know his name, but just one sentence has quietly affected him!

"Can I please sit here?"

"I know you should be a little suspicious. After all, the Seven Lights of the Spiritual World have said that we are dead."

She originally wanted to leave the dream on her own initiative, or wait here until the dream ended.

His voice was still cold and emotionless.

She didn't have time to think about it, and she didn't dare to show mercy.

Harley tried to give orders to the wand clone, but the "Harley" in front of her remained motionless.

If Qi Guang didn't lie to himself, then these two people in front of him must be fakes.

But now, the wand turned into his own clone almost instantly, which made Harry feel very wrong.

The pair of green but lifeless eyes turned to the direction of Harley, looking straight ahead.

"Miss, you are too worried. How could we make such an excessive request?" A glass of wine appeared out of nowhere in God's hand.

Any ordinary Muggle or wizard who enters here by mistake will be scared and run away.

There was no fear on her face, just a hint of trouble.

He was wearing a simple and elegant black robe. He looked handsome, but his expression looked extremely cold.

"What do you think, Mysterious?"

"So the two of us joined forces for a little while. After all, it was just forcibly resuscitated in our bodies at first, occupying our power and status, but it does not prevent us from arranging some backup plans before falling."

"Of course, that's right. We are indeed dead, but it can also be said that we are not dead."

But Harley really didn't expect that this was not just a human being?

In Celtic mythology, there seems to be a banshee that symbolizes disaster and disaster, and heralds the coming of war and death.

"This is where we are now. It's amazing, isn't it?"

She wiped the chair gently, then lifted up her skirt slightly, and sat firmly on the chair made of unknown material.

This pub called Bansi is not big, with about seven or eight round tables placed inside.

Sitting in front of me are two living people from the past, no, to be precise, they are pillars!

However, Harley quickly calmed down and began to doubt the identities of the two unknown creatures in front of her.

"Okay." The man glanced at Harley, his eyes unwavering, and replied in an extremely cold and indifferent voice.

On the right side of the boss is a goblet with a mixing stick stuck in it.

"Dear Miss Harry Potter, would you like a glass of wine?"

But a hint exploded in her mind. Harley's expression remained unchanged, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

She deliberately narrowed the distance between each step to prevent herself from having the space and time to react when unknown dangers appeared in the tavern.

A wand slipped from where Harley's T-shirt clung to her belly and fell to the ground.

She had already expected that the two men in front of her had unusual identities and might not be human.

There were several occasional wounds on his body, and they all began to ooze yellow pus at this time.

They just want to rely on God and the Lord of Mysteries to prove their innocence by not crawling out of the grave, so they go around bluffing and deceiving.

This strange behavior and the loss of control of the clone made Harley's ominous premonition become more intense.

Her exposed skin was also a little purple, as if she had been poisoned.

After completing the preparations, Harley adjusted the wrinkles of her clothes slightly to hide the murder weapon under her long skirt, and then walked into the tavern elegantly.

Harry didn't dare to put the ashes into his pocket, for fear of causing another change.

At the same time, "she" seemed to feel something and began to twist her head mechanically.

"It's really amazing." Harley covered her mouth and spoke in a tone of extreme surprise and interest.

But Harley regretfully found that she seemed unable to leave this dreamland.

"You're joking." Harley maintained a polite smile on her face.

"Sir, you seem to already know my name. May I ask yours?"

Before God finished speaking, Wei Mi raised his head and glared at God with a look that could kill a god.

But Harry really felt that he was a bit underwhelmed as a tavern owner.

"Of course." The boss came out from behind the bar and sat down next to the man in black robe.

"We just want to place a bet on you." Wei Mi said for the first time.

However, the man didn't care. At this time, he was picking up a glass of unknown liquid that seemed to be butterbeer;

On the round table to Harry's right, a woman was wearing a robe embroidered with flowers and birds.

The sound was normal, like a Muggle pub that can be found everywhere on the street.

The tavern owner took an ordinary glass from behind, wiped it gently, and poured a glass of water from the kettle next to it.

She picked up the cup and took a careful sip, trying not to open her mouth too wide.

"Good evening, sir." Harry bowed slightly and greeted the man in black robe in front of the table.

Thinking of this, Harley's expression became slightly calmer, and she somewhat suspected that this was purely a coincidence.

At this time, Harley's spirit did not call the police, but there was a voice in her heart that kept reminding her and stopping her from going forward.

And out of sight, Harley's mouth and respiratory tract were covered with fine spider silk.

"Introduce yourself, you can call me God, Creator, Creator, Omniscient and Almighty, Lord of the Stars;"

Harry didn't pay attention, and a spider silk handkerchief appeared in his hand.

At this moment, the black flames that had been prepared in Harry's body almost exploded, and he was ready to rush towards the door of the tavern with all his strength at any time.

"Yes, please come in." A magnetic voice sounded.

Harry didn't hesitate. The wand and dagger slipped silently into her sleeves, and the spider silk pulled the wrapped ashes back under her skirt.

According to Harley's prediction, this wand can condense the power contained in it into a human form within three minutes, which is considered to be a strong control ability.

He drank the wine in one gulp and then threw the cup gently.

But if you look closely, what looks like a swizzle stick is actually a shrunken sky-blue trident.

There was only one person sitting at this table, and he was one of the only two normal people in the tavern.

The water in the cup flowed down Harley's throat, and all of it fell into the package of spider silk.

But all that was left of his fingers were a mixture of black and white bones, and underneath the shriveled head of flesh and blood was not a neck, but a solitary skeleton...

The magnetic voice of the tavern owner sounded, and Harry almost subconsciously wanted to nod in agreement.

She walked straight through the crowd and sat down at the table closest to the bar.

At the same time, the cabinet behind the boss was filled with densely packed wine, and a golden crown was placed diagonally at the top.

A small mirror emerged from the flesh and blood of the stomach, and a small and delicate hand stretched out from it, directly pulling the spider silk package into the world in the mirror.

After hesitating for a moment, Harry seemed to have made up his mind, chose to take the initiative to break the situation, and walked towards the tavern.

"Is the pub still open?"

"So, do you two great old people have anything that I, a small, weak, unrecovered witch of despair, can help you with?"

However, God paid no attention to this indifferent Lord of Mysteries and continued to chat with Harley.

"...and with the help of the audience channel, I can separate some thoughts and leave a way out for myself."

After all, she didn't dare to easily take back the black flames that burned the strange clones into her body, but she also didn't dare to let the extraordinary abilities turn into magic power and dissipate here.

The black flame instantly condensed into a ball, was compressed to the limit, and merged into a small box prepared by Harley in advance.

"After all, you two are both gentlemen, so you shouldn't embarrass me, a lady, right?"

The spider silk stretched all the way into Harley's stomach, forming a small spider silk water bag.

But Harley didn't even frown, as if she was used to this.

The boss was wearing a white tuxedo evening gown and looked very neat.

But the flowers on the pattern are wrapped in flames, and the birds are pierced by long swords.

He raised his hand slightly, and the breeze picked up the glass cup and landed smoothly in front of Harley.

Harry's pupils shrank, and he turned around subconsciously, pointing his wand and dagger at the newly minted clone.

But in this weird place, normality is the biggest abnormality.

At the same time, the woman's left hand was penetrated by a knife, but the woman didn't care and still picked up a piece of black "bread" with her injured hand;

Not far away, an old man was reaching out to pick up the peanuts on the table and stuff them into his mouth.

"She" didn't resist at all, and was reduced to ashes in an instant.

After dealing with the black flames, Harley carefully released several spider silks and wrapped the ashes with the spider silks.

On Harley's left side, there was a man whose whole body was swollen until it was shiny, and his fingers were three times as thick as Harley's.

There is a black hat and a pair of black-framed glasses on the table, and a scepter is leaning on the table.

<divclass="contentadv">The other normal person in the tavern is the owner of the tavern who responded to Harley earlier.

After saying that, Harley chuckled first, as if she had told a very funny joke,

Harley stretched out her right hand, and the bottom of the white silk glove was covered with a layer of spider silk.

The entire tavern was filled with demons and ghosts, and there was not a single normal person.

"Let me say it first. If you want me to help resurrect you, I suggest you don't mention it."

"Huh!" Harley let out a long breath, but didn't dare to get close.

After all, according to Qiguang, both God and the Lord of Mysteries have fallen, and were killed first by the original ones.

The tavern was almost full at this time, but most of the customers didn't feel right.

God seemed to see the doubts in Harley's heart, so he smiled and nodded at her,

"I was responsible for dividing the two mechanical minds, and the mystery deceived the rules and distorted the concept of the death of the two of us, allowing the mechanical mind to stay."

After completing the makeover, Harley stood in front of the pub door, knocked on the door gently, and asked politely:

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

(ps. The form of uniqueness can be modified. The uniqueness held by Mr. Men is a key, and when it comes to Amon, it becomes a pair of eyeballs containing starlight. So the author is messing around here. The Lord of Mysteries belongs to The uniqueness of it is not written according to what Amon and Xiao Ke hold, God’s is also directly compiled.)

The author has started school and has to take the train and clean up his dormitory, so he will be a little late tonight with the monthly ticket and more.