Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

To be honest, after the whole year of training last year, this was not the first time that Harry had been attacked by Fleur when he was with Hermione. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be nervous.

But things were different tonight. Harry had just personally helped Hermione change into a dress for the party from the inside out, and then was gagged by Hermione herself.

So even though the witch had been on the battlefield for a long time, her heartbeat still accelerated abnormally at that moment, and then forcibly returned to calm.

"Long time no see." Harley gave Fleur a hug naturally, with a flawless smile on her face.

Fleur was wearing a lavender dress tonight, which matched particularly well with her beautiful long silver hair.

"We've been apart for so long, but you've only written me five letters."

Fleur deliberately puffed up her cheeks and rubbed Harry's face vigorously, her voice sounding angry.

Hermione subconsciously took Harry's arm and hugged her, while giving Fleur an unceremonious look.

After all, some things must be prioritized! This is called sovereignty!

Harry sighed helplessly. She only had this clone left in Hogwarts tonight, and she didn't know what to do during the dance.

Fortunately, Harley's experience in dealing with Shura fields was extremely rich, and she was able to find a breaking point in a certain death situation.

After Voldemort cooperated with the guy who called himself a saint, a group of allies joined in.

"Who knows?" Another Death Eater spread his hands, "The great Dark Lord thinks she will come, so she will definitely come."

According to the Dark Lord's instructions, the Death Eaters need to provide shelter and food for these strategic partners.

Only a group of black broken hair suddenly appeared on the water, as if leaving a mark on the spot.

The strong wind whipped up another huge wave, slamming hard towards the main entrance of Azkaban.

So the Yule Ball finally started, and with this period of buffering, Hermione and Fleur finally discussed the order, so that Harry would not enjoy the ending of hatchet + beheading + boat.

His words suddenly froze in his throat. This was a sealed room, and the door never sounded. Where did the third voice come from?

Before they had time to think about it, both Death Eaters flew up, hit the ceiling hard, and then fell down again.

"You're lying on the ground, why are you so dishonest?" Harley chuckled, and the shoes under her feet instantly turned into red high heels, and she stepped on them hard.

"Hidden."

Five minutes later, a burst of fire suddenly bloomed above Harry's head, startling many people.

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After the academic research had been carried out for a long time, Professor Slughorn suddenly remembered that there was a dance tonight.

The bright silver substance inside, like running water, instantly unfolded and turned into an invisibility cloak.

"Hedwig, you should go back to Hogwarts first." Harry suddenly remembered something and said softly,

"Not a wizard? What else can it be if it's not a wizard?" A third voice suddenly sounded in the room,

The black ring on the middle finger of Harley's left hand emitted a long light, dragging the two spirits into the ring.

But when he heard Harley's first suggestion, he decisively excused himself for two minutes.

"Tonight, Professor Dumbledore suddenly received an urgent request for help from the Ministry of Magic, saying that a group of people broke into the Ministry of Magic, took Minister Fudge hostage, and invaded the Department of Mysteries again."

"Just don't mention it anyway, and it's hard to say whether those things are wizards or not!"

So eating, drinking and dancing can naturally be postponed a little later, but the discussion of magic cannot wait at all!

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On the shore of the North Sea, the night was dark and pouring rain poured from the sky.

The strong wind whipped up the waves, hitting the rocks on the island hard, making bursts of roaring sounds.

"Harry, it's an emergency, so I'll keep it short."

"Professor Dumbledore has rushed over now, but the magic skills of that group are really good. Professor Dumbledore is fighting with them and will not be able to capture them in a short time."

Hedwig tilted her head and didn't ask why. She just shook her wings obediently, then flew into the sky and dived into the clouds.

Everyone is a leader in their own field, and they are extremely passionate about the field they study, and it is rare to encounter such a large-scale offline meeting.

When they saw Harley's arrival, the old principals had a tacit understanding and stopped talking and kept the room quiet.

It wasn't until there was no sound of other biological activities around her, and only the clear sound of rain hitting the ground was left, that Harry slowly walked towards the sea water.

On the island of Azkaban, the black triangular building stood silently in the heavy rain. The chains that were submerged from the top of the tower into the surrounding seawater were constantly shaking in the strong wind, making bursts of noise.

They lay on the ground with stars in their eyes. One of them could barely open his eyes and saw a beautiful girl in a white dress with a bright smile.

After chatting with her best friends for a few words, Harley deliberately got together with a group of potion masters and began to discuss issues about potion innovation.

At this time, the moon and stars were tightly covered by dark clouds, so the sea water looked extremely dark.

The golden-red phoenix landed on Harley's shoulder, and took two sips of the mead in the cup unceremoniously.

"As a result, there is now an urgent report from Azkaban, saying that Death Eaters have invaded Azkaban on a large scale in an attempt to save the core members of the imprisoned Death Eaters."

Originally, the protective magic that existed in Azkaban would shield these bad weather conditions, but now, all the protective magic has been torn to pieces by rough spells.

"Sister Harley, aren't you leaving yet?" Hedwig fell from the sky and landed on Harley's shoulder.

"When Professor Dumbledore told me this in the Ministry of Magic, the Aurors around me were all shocked."

Professor Slughorn waved his hand drunkenly, feeling that the night before Christmas should be enjoyed and not discussed on these academic issues.

Fox had been sent back to assist Professor Dumbledore by Harley, and Harley was the only one left at this time.

But this high-end potion game... If you miss it this time, you really don’t know when it will be next time!

Then she looked at Professor Slughorn: "I'm very sorry, Professor, I have to excuse myself."

"I'm also curious, can you introduce it to me?"

Phineas, who has always been poor-talking, didn't say a word. Instead, another old principal, Evra, who rarely spoke, introduced the situation to Harley quickly:

With that said, she grabbed Fox's feet and disappeared into the room one by one.

The sea water quickly covered Harley's feet, white stockings, and the hem of her long skirt, and finally reached her head.

"Whatever, it's quite nice to stay here now." Another person stuffed half a bowl of melon seeds in front of him into his mouth, showing an expression of enjoyment.

"We don't need to go in and have close contact with those disgusting dementors. We just need to send a signal when Harry Potter arrives, and then put a stun spell on each other to disguise ourselves. What an easy task."

Fox made two rapid beeps, and Harry nodded: "Professor Dumbledore is looking for me? I'll go over now."

"Professor Dumbledore said that he cannot separate himself, so he hopes that you can rush to Azkaban to stop the opponent. Fox can lend you as a means of transportation and temporary life support."

"Professor Dumbledore seems to be in a hurry and asked Fawkes to come find me."

In the memory of the angry Death Eater, Harry saw an incredible scene.

The guests can naturally immerse themselves in academics, but as the host of the party, I must consider other guests who cannot participate in academics.

The two of them stopped talking. After a while, the Death Eater who spoke last couldn't bear the loneliness and started talking again:

But no one was seen underwater, as if the water swallowed Harry up out of thin air.

In the duty room, two wizards dressed as Aurors were eating melon seeds and chatting.

Upon hearing this topic, his colleague sat up directly, with a mixture of horror and disgust on his face:

"Don't mention them, don't talk to me about those things!"

"By the way, do you actually have the strength to face Voldemort head-on now? I thought Albus was joking with us."

After a while, more and more magic masters joined the discussion.

"F...k! You can't understand people, can you?"

The most high-end potions are not just about arranging materials and boiling them, but also use many spells, transformations and other fields of magic knowledge.

"You said that Harry Potter, will she really come?"

Harley uttered a word in the Second Age Giant language, and the invisibility cloak expanded rapidly in an instant, and the invisible realm enveloped the entire island.

You can enjoy it anytime, and you can drink wine anytime.

Halfway through the dance, Harley suddenly felt a message coming from one of her clones.

There was a pale golden necklace hanging around the witch's neck. At this time, the silver gem located in the depression where the two collarbones met had broken into pieces at some point.

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But there was no one in the office, only the portraits of the old principals discussing something crazily.

"Is it finally here? The real feast is about to begin tonight." The corners of Harley's mouth turned up slightly.

The tide receded, but a witch wearing a white dress was left behind.

"Just give it a try." Harley's already tied hair fell loose, and a mechanical pocket watch fell out of it.

"The battle that's about to happen is not territory you can get involved in."

"Tell me, who are the wizards who invaded the Department of Mysteries? I don't know them at all."

She opened the mechanical watch, took a look at it, and nodded.

Harry leaned forward a little to apologize to the acquaintances present, comforted Hermione and Fleur, and then turned into fire with Fawkes and disappeared into the air.

At the same time, in a circular sea area around Azkaban Island, countless broken hair also floated from the bottom of the water, and strange green light occasionally flashed on the dark hair.

"Time is tight, so I won't talk to you any more. I'll excuse you for now."

Although he said that time was running out, Harley stood on the shore with open arms to welcome the sea breeze, showing no signs of taking any action.

<divclass="contentadv">The long white skirt is constantly fluttering in the wind, and a layer of milky white light flows on it, blocking the invasion of rain.

Hearing that the third voice was not that of his colleague, but rather unfamiliar, the Death Eater subconsciously cursed,

"I've repeated it several times. If it's not a wizard, it's not a wizard. Do I know what it is..."

The high heel of the high-heeled shoe turned into a sharp doctor's dagger, easily helping the two of them heal the pain of the bones in their bodies that were about to fall apart.

"But Fox just needs to send me near Azkaban. Only by assisting Professor Dumbledore can I play my role more fully."

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"Let me see your secret...ah?"

In the principal's office, Harley appeared out of thin air and landed safely on the ground.

The giants mastered the entire God of War path in the second era, and the birth of their language was not originally for communicating with each other, but for communicating with the world and mobilizing extraordinary abilities. It is itself the verbalization of the rules of a certain path.

"That's up to you, I'm just a messenger." Avra ​​spread his hands.

Therefore, even though there are no giants at this point in time, the giant language can still take effect, and can limit the manipulation of extraordinary items in the adjacent death path.

"Besides, Dumbledore has been attracted to the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic by those weirdos, and there are not many wizards left who can come to Azkaban to support him."

"Ahhh!" A shrill scream. Although he was beaten to pieces, the Death Eater still burst out with strength, covering his eyes and screaming wildly.

"Well, it seems that we are almost ready." Harley glanced at the sea, "It's time to set off."

"Forget it, they are just a bunch of insignificant minions, not worth spending any more time on you."

After returning again, Professor Slughorn excitedly joined the discussion while drinking the sobering potion he had just prepared.

"I know, I'm going to Azkaban now." After hearing such big news, Harley was unusually calm,

"It's okay, you go find Albus." Professor Slughorn smiled and nodded to express his understanding.

"Fox, why are you here?" Although she already knew the purpose of her visit, Harley still asked again.

"Why? Is there anything else to say here?"

The Death Eater who spoke first glanced at the sea: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, with such a big storm, I don't know when Harry Potter will arrive."

And during a certain meal delivery, this Death Eater was lucky enough to see the true form of the guy who lived in his own home——

Under the skin of that ordinary wizard, there is a monster whose appearance cannot be described in words!

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