Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 45 Good evening, Mr. Nose

Author: It’s Witch Harley

Chapter 45 Good evening, Mr. Nose

After making the final decision, Harley's whole body burned with black flames, and she quickly passed through the black flames burning on the door in front.

The room in front of me seems to be the last room. The furnishings in the room are very simple, and there is no decoration in the empty room.

There was only a gorgeous full-length mirror in the middle of the room, the Mirror of Erised that Harry had seen before.

And the figure in the black cloak was standing in front of the mirror, pointing his wand at the mirror, and was still saying something.

This scene looks very normal, provided that you ignore the face on the back of the figure's head, that of Professor Quirrell.

Harry subconsciously leaned against the wall, trying to disappear into the shadows, but it was a little late.

The figure turned around and looked at the person coming from the door. And his front was also caught in Harley's eyes.

Harry looked at that face and suddenly felt sick.

As a kind of handsome man and beauty who is used to seeing nobles from various kingdoms, and she is a charming witch herself, Harley has always been a standard beauty control.

But that face was ferocious and terrifying, it was pale, and the corners of its mouth were stained with bright silver unicorn blood.

His blood-red pupils are long and narrow, like those of a snake. Below the eyes are slender nostrils like a snake, without a nose.

This face is a mistake when you look at it, and it is even crueler when you look closely.

However, Harley felt that this face was a bit familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere. Of course, a battle could break out at any time now, so Harley did not recall it in detail.

"Oh ho ho, here comes a little mouse!" The face said teasingly in a hoarse, cold, snake-like voice.

"Good evening, Mr. Nose." Harley responded in a respectful tone without showing any signs of weakness.

Her hands held up the non-existent skirt, and then she carried it behind her back.

"Oh, you sharp-tongued brat! How dare you speak to the great Dark Lord like that!"

Harry immediately judged that if this man was not lying, he should be the Dark Lord Voldemort, the Voldemort who had cast a shadow over the British wizarding world for a long time and even killed his parents.

However, isn’t Voldemort already dead? No, the book doesn’t seem to explicitly use the word death, but loss of power.

Harley's brain was working rapidly, and her vigilance increased again. If the person in front of her was really the Dark Lord, then she would have to be even more careful.

Voldemort didn't care what Harry was thinking. He was too arrogant and didn't bother to understand the thoughts of the junior student in front of him.

"...You should be grateful to the Dark Lord for not killing you right away!" Voldemort threatened in a faint voice.

"But in order to survive, I think you, the little mouse, should do something for the great Dark Lord.

For example, take something out of this mirror. Now that I think about it, that old thief Dumbledore is really cunning..."

Voldemort was talking to himself, and Harry was happy that he gave her time to prepare.

When she went to the fourth floor, Harry had placed many unused materials in an abandoned bathroom on the third floor.

Harley only brought a small fanny pack, which contained a few bottles of commonly used hydrosols and two small pieces of extraordinary properties, as well as all of Harley's magic mirrors and wands.

Now, Harley's hands were constantly rubbing each other behind her back, carefully applying the hydrosol.

This is a quick ritual method summarized by Harley, which can produce certain ritual effects during battle.

Although the effect is not particularly good, it is better than nothing.

Voldemort finally finished his long speech, and then stared at Harry: "Come on, it is your honor to sacrifice yourself for the Dark Lord!"

"But Mr. Dark Lord without a nose." Harley's face was slightly red, and her cherry-colored lips opened and closed, giving people a slightly drunken feeling.

She said in a pitiful tone: "I'm so scared! Can you stop me from doing such dangerous things?"

As he said this, Harley's eyes were a little moist, filled with tears, and she seemed to be so scared that she was about to cry. There was also an inexplicable atmosphere brewing in the air.

Voldemort's emotions were instantly aroused. At that moment, he felt that he was damned for actually wanting to kill such a poor girl.

However, after all, Voldemort had experienced many battles and immediately realized that this was some kind of magical ability that interfered with emotions, and used Occlumency to forcibly resist Harley's ability.

But his daze for a second was enough for Harley to launch an attack.

Voldemort felt his arms and legs tighten at the same time, as if they were tightly entangled by countless invisible filaments.

At the same time, Harry made a throwing motion, and four ice spears condensed out of thin air behind him, and pierced Voldemort fiercely.

Harry also threw a berry at Voldemort, with a painful expression on his face.

"Bribery - weaken!" "Distortion - amplify!"

Harry endured the pain in his mind and forcibly used the extraordinary characteristics of the contaminated piece of Corrupted Baron, taking advantage of the briber's bribery ability and the Corrupted Baron's twisting ability.

Thanks to the physical fitness and eyesight brought to Harley by the assassin, Harley accurately smashed the berry into Voldemort's mouth, making the "bribery" successful.

Voldemort instantly felt as if some magic had been added to him. Although his strength was not weakened, he still felt that something was wrong.

At the same time, the four ice spears were "twisted" and strengthened in all directions, and the cold air emitted caused the moisture in the air to condense.

It looks like Voldemort will be pierced by a spear!

But Voldemort also defended himself at that moment.

A silver shield appeared out of thin air, blocking four ice spears.

There was a low sound, like fingernails scraping against a blackboard, and the spear was blocked by the shield. However, deep marks were also left on the shield.

Voldemort's face suddenly darkened: "Damn Quirrell, you are such a waste! I have burned my life force, but I am still struggling so hard during the battle!"

Obviously, he attributed his weakness to the uselessness of Quirrell's body.

Even though the attack failed, Harley was not disappointed. She had not expected to take away Voldemort in one round, at least the bribery ability had taken effect.

In the next period of time, Voldemort will be weakened to a certain extent whether he attacks himself or defends himself from his attacks.

But this is not enough. If you want to kill a seriously injured demigod, this is far from enough.

Harley had turned on her invisibility and tried her best to hide herself in this dimly lit room.

A short ice spear was thrown by Harley towards the magic flames on the ceiling, trying to plunge the room into darkness and make her own dark vision advantage even greater.

The smoke spell was also used by Harley again, but this time it was not to escape, but to block the sight of both parties as much as possible.

After all, Harley has regained the ability to release spider silk.

I don't know when, the room was densely covered with tangible and invisible threads, some were as sharp as steel wires, and some broke at the touch of a touch.

In this case, it would be difficult for Voldemort to detect Harry's position, and he might be harmed unintentionally, but Harley could easily determine Voldemort's position.

At the same time, Harley stepped on the thin threads and quietly approached Voldemort, trying to stab Voldemort on the neck.

The scene seemed to be shifting in Harley's direction, and it seemed that Voldemort was powerless to fight back.

It would be great if that were the case.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)

(Thanks to Furry Nanaki for the tip!)

(End of chapter)