Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 138 A witch lives between heaven and earth, how can she live under hibiscus!

Author: It’s Witch Harley

Chapter 138 A witch lives between heaven and earth, how can she live under hibiscus!

"Horace, I think you remember the specific location of Beauxbatons, right?" Professor Dumbledore looked at Professor Slughorn,

"If you still remember, then I took Harley, you took Severus, and we apparated directly there."

"Of course, my memory is not that bad." Professor Slughorn rolled his eyes and grabbed Professor Snape's arm.

Harry also squeezed Professor Dumbledore's arm, and the four of them disappeared instantly.

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When the four people appeared again, they landed deep in a forest.

In front of them is a long magic fence, with many alchemical runes engraved on it warning all those who approach that if you underestimate them, you will pay the price.

On the section of fence facing the four people, there was a gate open.

Ms. Maxim was standing in front of the door, and beside her stood a beautiful girl in a white dress with bright silver hair and blue eyes.

After seeing Dumbledore, Madame Maxime's eyes lit up and she strode over, holding out her hand with many luxurious opal rings.

Dumbledore gave a weak kiss without touching the back of the hand with his lips. Although he was also a tall man, he barely bent down when kissing the hand.

"Welcome, dear Professor Dumbledore." Ms. Maxim said in a deep voice,

"Welcome to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have been looking forward to your arrival."

"Thank you very much, Ms. Maxim, I hope everything is well with you." Dumbledore raised his head and blessed.

Harley looked at the height difference between the two, and a smile appeared on her lips, but she suppressed it.

She immediately discovered that Fleur behind Ms. Maxim seemed to be aware of this super cute height difference.

However, the girl did not laugh out loud, but it was a little hard to endure.

"Harry, long time no see." After greeting all the professors, Ms. Maxim bent down and gave Harley a warm hug.

"The quality of the wool scarf you gave me is so good. It's hard to imagine that you have such craftsmanship."

"Thank you for your compliment, as long as you like it." Harley said crisply.

"Let's go, Mr. and Mrs. Nico are already waiting in the principal's office." Ms. Maxim let go of Harry and waved.

"We, old friends, can catch up on old times. A lot of things have happened in Russia recently.

Fleur, take Harry around and introduce Beauxbatons to her."

"Okay, Ms. Maxim." Fleur replied respectfully, and then walked to Harry's side in small steps.

Fleur hugged Harry warmly and kissed Harry gently on the cheek:

"I didn't expect you, Harry, to be the representative of Hogwarts. When Ms. Maxim told me yesterday, I couldn't believe it at all!

I know you are very good at potions. But I really didn’t expect you to participate in the competition in your second grade."

"What's the matter? Aren't you only in fifth grade? I guess you must also participate in the competition?

Your potion skills are also very good!" Harry took Fleur's hand and the two of them walked towards the castle.

The professors had all left, so the two of them relaxed a lot.

"Of course." Furong raised her head proudly with a proud expression.

Although she is not yet fifteen years old, the girl is already four inches taller than Harley.

Today, Fleur is still wearing a silver-white skirt, which makes her neck look very slender and full of charm thanks to her Veela bloodline.

"Even the seventh-grade students in our school, how can they compare with me?" Furong's tone was very calm, but the content of what she said was unceremonious.

"Your level of potions last year could reach the level of students at the end of sixth grade in our school.

As for now, I think even graduates can't compare with you. I heard from my father that you have been corresponding with him and discussing various potion issues."

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Delacour." The corners of Harley's mouth turned up.

"I think you should call me good sister or sister. I'm older than you."

Fleur turned around and walked in front of Harry, her bright silver hair flying in the air, creating a gust of fragrant wind.

A slender finger lifted Harry's chin, while Fleur's other hand was behind her slender waist, and her body leaned forward slightly, looking down at Harry,

"Quickly, call me sister and let me hear it. The first time I saw you, I wanted you to call me that."

Harley was stunned for a moment, then showed embarrassment on her face.

Are you kidding me? The immortal witch has always been an aggressive person!

The immortal witch lives between heaven and earth, how can she live under human beings!

"What did you say? Sister De La Cure?" The girl in front of Furong disappeared instantly, and at the same time her two hands were forced to be placed behind her back.

The playful voice continued, "Good sister, it seems you are not very good at it!"

Harry didn't know when he had arrived behind Fleur.

Looking at Fleur's fair and slender neck, Harley resisted the instinct caused by the sequence and just licked her lips.

Although she and Furong are good friends, their relationship is not that good yet.

If it were Hermione, Harry's sweet tongue would not be licking her own lips.

The two girls kept fighting, their bright silver and black hair flowing up and down like a waterfall, which was very dazzling.

After a while, Fleur was defeated: "I'm wrong, I admit defeat. Harley, your physical strength is really good."

"Humph." Harley hummed and raised her head proudly.

The two began to walk around Beauxbatons' castle, and Fleur introduced Harry to it.

Beauxbatons' castle is located in the Pyrenees. The castle in the past was only one-third of its current size, and there was no grand manor outside.

But who made them produce the alchemist Nico Flamel?

Nico and Perenal's alma maters are both Beauxbatons, and as masters who can refine the Philosopher's Stone, they donated large sums of money to their alma mater.

So now, Beauxbatons' castle is even bigger than Hogwarts, and the manor is dotted with all kinds of precious flowers and plants.

Standing on the highest tower of the castle, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Pyrenees Mountains at any time and watch the moon fill the surrounding forest with light.

But what Harry is more interested in is the Beauxbatons library. Unfortunately, the collection of books in this library is far inferior to that of Hogwarts.

Although Beauxbatons has produced a Nicolas Flamel, the old man is still alive and can continue to make the Philosopher's Stone, so he can live for a long time.

Therefore, although there are more ordinary books in the Beauxbatons library than in Hogwarts, there are only a few top-notch magical books.

This library is very large, with luxurious sofas for all seats, and various paintings hanging on the walls.

There was no one in the library, but Fleur found the key and brought Harry in.

After all, it is summer vacation, and Beauxbatons has no outsiders except for a few professors who live in the school all year round.

Fleur is here because she will represent Beauxbatons in this competition with another seventh-grade girl.

"When the time comes, I will show you the unique skills my father taught me." Furong was like a proud swan, letting go of her brilliance.

"Then I'll wait and see. Professor Snape also taught me some advanced potions." Harry was not at all inferior in terms of momentum.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)

(End of chapter)