Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way - Chapter 424

c408 Neville’s special Christmas gift

On Christmas morning, there was heavy snow outside the window, and even the black lake was covered with a thick layer of ice.

Harley’s bed was next to the window, so she could see the white-capped snow-capped mountains in the distance through the water droplets attached to the glass.

Harry felt that the snow-capped mountains were really unsightly and the snow was not thick enough. I definitely want to add another layer of thickness to the snow-capped mountains, but not now.

Harry rode the hurricane back to the castle at almost three o’clock last night. By that time, the lights in the castle had been turned off, and there was no light in the entire bedroom.

Harry didn’t disturb anyone else, simply washed up and then fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was just seven o’clock, and Harley didn’t want to get up at all.

She glanced out the window one last time, then turned over and buried her whole body in the soft cashmere quilt.

After all, as we all know, the most difficult escape room in the world is:

It was snowing all over the sky outside, and it was more than ten degrees below zero. The temperature in the room was constant at twenty degrees, and I was covered with a quilt. The bedside was piled with snacks and drinks, and I happened to have my favorite book in my hand.

It’s so perfect!

Whenever these conditions come together, a mysterious special effect will be automatically triggered – people are iron and the bed is magnet.

Want to get up? Impossible, absolutely impossible! Even the doomsday witch who can take a bath in magma will decisively choose to stay in bed at this time!

However, a pair of cold little hands suddenly reached into the quilt and helped Harley forcefully solve the escape room problem.

“Hermione!” After a scream, Harry sat up dissatisfied, “Can’t you let me sleep a little longer? I was busy so late!”

“Worked late?” Hermione crossed her arms on her chest and asked with a non-smiling smile.

“Then dear Miss Harley, I wonder if you can tell me what on earth you did last night?”

“Ha~~”, Harley yawned, tilting her head and looking at Hermione innocently, “I don’t know, meow.”

“Don’t pretend to be innocent here, pretend to be cute.” Hermione tried to put her cold hands on Harry’s face, which scared Harry to the point where he rolled twice on the big bed.

“If you really want to know, I suggest you ask Professor Dumbledore. He was the one who dragged me into child labor.”

Looking at the expression on Hermione’s face, Harry muttered again, “What he did wasn’t anything dangerous anyway… maybe?”

Hermione’s ears twitched slightly as she keenly captured these words.

Her originally serious expression suddenly turned unattractive, as if she wanted to say something.

Seeing this scene, Harley quickly changed the topic to Christmas gifts to avoid causing more disasters.

She wanted to take back her original idea. Who said that the disaster controlled by the witch was the most terrifying? Hermione is obviously much scarier than me!

And Hermione could probably tell that Harry was unwilling to tell the truth, and since it was Professor Dumbledore’s arrangement, Hermione didn’t choose to ask more questions.

The two began to pack up their Christmas gifts. Needless to say, Harley’s Christmas gifts once again filled most of the room.

In addition, Lavender and Parvati did not choose to go home this year in order to find a chance to attend Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party, so the room was completely full.

Harry glanced at the other two roommates who had too much fun last night, and thoughtfully placed a soundproofing spell on them.

While helping Harry collect the unsafe gifts sent by the “mysterious fans”, Hermione told Harry what happened after Harry left last night.

The party prepared by Professor Slughorn lasted until twelve o’clock, but many senior officials from the Ministry of Magic left early.

Professor Slughorn seemed to have received some news, so he disappeared after eleven o’clock and did not come out until twelve o’clock to make a summary.

“What about Fleur?” Harry carefully looked at the parchment given to him by a certain magic master in his hand.

This magic master is really interesting. He recorded a lot of questions and gave them to himself as a gift.

But a few of these questions really hit home. When Harry read the question, he felt itchy in his heart and wanted to study it.

“Of course I’m going back to France.” Hermione’s voice suddenly sounded a little weak.

“Who made Hogwarts not have her dormitory? She also asked me to leave a Christmas gift for you.”

“what gift?”

“A sweater knitted by myself, but to be honest, I think this sweater is not as good as the scarf I knitted by myself…”

Harry looked at the bright silver sweater that Hermione had thrown on the bedside, and then at the white scarf full of holes that Hermione held in her hand, and opened her mouth with difficulty:

“It’s okay, the sweater is just as good as the scarf.”

“Really?” Hermione stared at Harry suspiciously, “But why do I think the one knitted by Fleur looks better? Are you lying to me?”

At this time, Harry even used the extraordinary ability of the witch, with a bright smile on his face, and gave Hermione a thumbs up,

“It’s absolutely true! If I lie, my good friend Amon will die badly!”

“You are still lying to me, aren’t you!” Hermione bared her teeth and pounced on you, “I’ll fight you!”

Two spider threads were generated out of thin air, lifting Hermione into the air.

Hermione struggled to resist, but like a cat that fell into a net bag, she looked unintimidating and actually very cute.

On the windowsill, Hedwig, who had just woken up, glanced at Harry speechlessly.

Good guy, you can’t afford it, right? Using extraordinary abilities to bully people during a fight?

After appeasing the angry little witch, Harley quickly counted the gifts.

Sure enough, the group of old magic masters still sent various magic books, many of which were written by themselves.

I don’t know why these people are so old and can write so many papers and new books every day. Code writing is obviously so painful, why can they insist on it every day?

And what Hallie sent back was the industrialized “hand-knitted sweater” that she often sent. Although it is mass-produced, Harley controls it with her own hands, so how can it not be counted as hand-knitting?

Hagrid gave Harry a lot of herbs from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, which overlapped with Professor Sprout’s gifts.

However, objectively speaking, Harry truly felt that the quality of the herbs provided by Hagrid was actually much higher than those provided by Professor Sprout.

What Professor Snape gave was a bottle of newly developed potion, a unique antidote and the method of brewing it.

According to Professor Snape, this potion can remove the magical corpse poison caused by the Inferi when it scratches people.

Harry thought about it carefully, and it seemed that Voldemort did like to use the Inferi, and Professor Snape probably gave him this gift out of this consideration.

However… Voldemort’s original storage of Inferi seemed to have been emptied by Harley, and this time he didn’t even have time to make one.

After collecting the collection of O.w.l.S exam key points given by Professor McGonagall, the spell parchment of the elf system given by Professor Flitwick, and the prank gift package carefully made by the Weasley twins, Harry rummaged through the gifts again. a while.

Finally, she was sure of one thing. Professor Dumbledore had not given her a gift yet.

Damn old man! In addition to knitting a woolen suit for him, I also knitted a set of clothes of the same style and color for Grindelwald! He actually had sex for free! What a heinous crime!

Harry felt that she needed to have a chat with Fawkes and quietly add some real ones to Professor Dumbledore’s pile of cockroaches next time.

Anyway, both of them will burst with juice, and the old man probably won’t be able to eat them either.

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It wasn’t until after ten o’clock that Harry and Hermione slipped out of the dormitory and headed to the cafeteria.

After all, Harley had too many gifts. After throwing away the chocolate candies that had been laced with love potions or other potions, there were still more than a hundred gifts.

Usually at this time, the cafeteria no longer provides breakfast.

But today is Christmas, how many little wizards can get up early?

Apart from anything else, Harley’s other two roommates are still fast asleep.

Therefore, meals will be provided 24 hours a day today. No matter when you come to the auditorium, the house elves will provide food.

The auditorium was still empty at this time. Most of the students were high until the early hours yesterday.

Only Professor Sprout was covered in dirt. He seemed to have just finished tidying up the greenhouse and was now coming to the auditorium to eat and take a rest.

When she saw Harry and Hermione, she smiled and waved to them, showing the warm gloves that Harry had given her.

“So what did you do yesterday?” Hermione still refused to give up, testing Harry while smearing salad dressing on the sandwich.

“It’s nothing.” Harry said indifferently, “Someone invaded the Ministry of Magic last night, so Professor Dumbledore rushed over.”

“As a result, at the same time, Voldemort went to Azkaban to rob the prison. Professor Dumbledore was unable to take action, so he could only call me to help stop Voldemort.”

“Huh?” Hermione shouted subconsciously, causing Professor Sprout to look over.

Hermione quickly covered her mouth and lowered her voice,

“How could Professor Dumbledore let you do such a dangerous thing? You are only fifteen years old, not an adult yet!”

Harry glanced at Hermione in surprise: “Then if I told you that Voldemort was killed by me last night, would you faint immediately?”

The expression on Hermione’s face froze, and she didn’t speak for a long time.

“Eat quickly.” Harley said calmly, “I think the news will be out in the newspaper tomorrow.”

“No, maybe part of it will come out today.”

Harry suddenly saw a few owls in the sky and realized that today’s “Daily Prophet” had not been delivered yet.

It seems that Rita wrote the article overnight, and the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet was well aware of the weight of the news, so he would rather have the newspaper be delivered late than publish the news this morning.

Hermione took the newspaper and couldn’t wait to open it, wanting to find out.

She even forgot to give the copper nut to the owl, causing the owl to peck her twice dissatisfied.

“I remember that you are not a long-term subscriber to the Daily Prophet?” Harry stuffed six coins into the owl for Hermione and was a little curious, “Why do you still need to pay on delivery?”

“I subscribe to collect the Daily Prophet and keep the valuable parts separately.” Hermione replied casually,

“Do you think the verbal spats between various senior officials of the Ministry of Magic this year are worth preserving?”

“Indeed not.” Harley nodded and added silently in her heart, “The political quality of this group of people is far worse than the nobles and officials of the Kingdom of Loen.”

Hermione didn’t respond. At this time, she was shocked and speechless by the content in the newspaper.

“The Department of Mysteries was invaded by You-Know-Who and Death Eaters? At the same time, the Wizarding Prison of Azkaban was robbed by You-Know-Who, and the island on which it was located… disappeared? Only a hole was left? ”

“Look, this is not a big deal, right?” Harley finished the bacon on the plate as if nothing had happened, “I told you it’s not important.”

“You call this unimportant?” Hermione couldn’t help but grabbed Harry’s ears.

“It’s wrong, wrong, sister, please spare my life…”

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In the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory, Neville climbed out of bed tiredly.

Seamus and Dean thought they had no hope of being invited, so they both went home.

Ron was still sleeping soundly on the bed at this time, and it seemed that he would not get up until twelve o’clock at noon as usual.

Neville began to count his gifts.

As usual, his gifts were not many, after all, he only had a few friends.

After opening most of the gifts, Neville was surprised to find that there was another gift buried at the bottom.

That was Harley’s gift.

“Flat packaging, is it the same notebook as in previous years?” Neville muttered, with a simple smile on his face.

“That’s great, I’m worried about my O.w.l.s exams.”

He couldn’t wait to open the package, only to find a mirror inside.

“Mirror?” Neville suddenly felt curious. He didn’t like looking in the mirror.

In order to find out, Neville took the mirror in his hand and turned it over to study.

But this mirror looks very ordinary, just like the ordinary mirrors sold at street stalls in Diagon Alley.

Moreover, there was only a greeting card with a blessing written on it in the gift bag, which made Neville even more confused.

“The glass feels strange. It looks like it has been treated with herbs.”

Since he couldn’t guess the intention, Neville stopped guessing. After he smelled the herbal scent on the mirror, he subconsciously stroked the mirror and tapped it twice.

The moment he struck, the mirror suddenly burst into light.

There was a flash of dazzling green, and Neville’s bed was empty.

At the same time, in the mirror world.

Neville rubbed his eyes and looked around, trying to determine what was going on.

After realizing that he had left the dormitory and was in a strange small room, Neville’s face was filled with panic.

Until he saw the corner of the room, which was covered with iron locks.

One end of the iron rope was connected to the ring on the wall, and the other end was tied to a witch wearing tattered wizard robes and covered with blood.

It’s Bellatrix Lestrange.

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…(End of chapter)