Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way - Chapter 428

c412 There is no soul of transfiguration, what are you doing?

This last door is very special.

Harry had just waved her wand lightly, just like she had done with the previous doors, and then waited for the doors to open automatically.

What was surprising was that the door didn’t move at all, giving Harry no face at all.

Harley frowned, thinking the door was locked. The doors in front were all unlocked, so Harry had already formed a habitual thinking and did not use the unlocking spell.

“The Alajo hole opens.”

An archangel-level unlocking spell covered the door, and with a click, the lock opened.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of iron locks falling to the ground from behind the door. It seemed that there were a lot of chains behind the door.

But the door in front of me still hasn’t been opened.

Harley’s eyebrows raised slightly, her long black hair hanging down to her waist was instantly covered with flames, and ice instantly covered her body, forming a thick protection.

After completing the preparations, Harley took a step forward and placed her right hand gently on the iron door.

The door itself was not heavy, but something seemed to be blocking the door behind it.

Harley pushed hard once, but didn’t push away.

The surprise in Harley’s eyes became even more intense. After all, she was also an archangel-level assassin. She couldn’t be so weak in terms of strength.

“It seems like what’s behind this door is something serious.”

Harley’s eyes glowed with green light, and layers of green halo spread out from the contact point between her palm and the door.

The iron gate suddenly disappeared, leaving nothing behind, as if it had reached the end of its life in an instant.

However, the contents of the room did not pour out, because a layer of green covered the entire door frame.

The room looked extremely dark from outside the door, and this was not the kind of darkness in the Planet Hall that could make people float, but a deep darkness, as if there was nothingness inside.

“What a hot feeling.” After stopping at the door for a long time, Harley sighed and shook her head.

As a witch who symbolizes disaster and despair, she doesn’t like this room.

The word “love” itself does not match the witch.

But Harley still moved forward, passing through the new door he had made without any hindrance.

…………

After passing through the door, the scene in the room suddenly changed.

Harley walked into a living room, and the door behind her was slowly closing.

Harley stared blankly at the living room in front of her, at the clothes hanger at hand, the sofa not far away, the radio on the coffee table next to the sofa, and the TV opposite.

There is also a painting hanging on the wall, which is a family portrait.

The handsome young man with black hair hugged his wife, a young woman with dark red hair, green eyes, and an appearance very similar to Harley.

The woman was holding a baby in her arms, and the baby was still sucking her fingers happily.

Harley stared at the family portrait, her arms that had been raised lowered, and her defenses stayed close to her sides without spreading outward.

The black gemstone ring on the necklace hanging around her neck was shining slightly, seemingly maintaining the existence of this room.

“Harry.” An energetic voice suddenly came from deep in the room, and the young man and woman in the portrait actually walked down the stairs.

“Welcome home.”

Harley didn’t reply. The pair of glasses on her nose was exerting extraordinary power on her brain, mixed with negative effects.

The abilities and negative effects of the extraordinary items made by the extraordinary characteristics of the Sequence 4 operator will have no impact on an archangel, but it is enough for stimulation.

However, Harley ignored the reminder from the depths of her soul and just looked at the two smiling figures opposite her quietly.

In the past, she had fought against extraordinary people in the audience path or strong men holding extraordinary items in the audience path, and she had also faced this kind of memory that directly hit the weakness of the soul.

But it was during a life-and-death battle, and after spending a long career, her memory of childhood was no longer so clear, so the impact was not that great.

And now, Harley has gone through the sequence of the Ageless Witch. The memories of any moment in her life are as clear as yesterday in her eyes.

Looking at the image in front of her, Harry inexplicably remembered that night, her father did not have a wand, but he still resolutely blocked the living room.

And his mother covered the stroller with her body and used her life to perform the last magic in her life, so that Voldemort could not cause harm to herself.

When Harley chats with Hedwig, she always calls herself a seventeen-year-old beautiful girl.

But she knew in her heart that no words could conceal the fact that she had lived for hundreds of years. The years had not left any traces on her body, but the years her soul had spent were tangible.

She thought that after hundreds of years of traveling, playing out so many sequences smoothly, experiencing pain and despair, experiencing lies and betrayal, and having sword-to-edge confrontations with teammates on the same ship, nothing could hurt her anymore.

But now, Harley touched her cheek, and she didn’t know when tears had fallen down on it.

The reason why I have been traveling is because I can’t find home.

After a long time, Harley held the ring on her chest, covering it with a green luster.

The surrounding rooms suddenly collapsed and disintegrated like a bubble, turning into flying snow.

It is the combination of the legendary Resurrection Stone on this black sapphire ring and the energy called “love” in the room of the Department of Mysteries that creates this real illusion that directly touches the soul, as if calling the dead from the underworld.

But now, the Resurrection Stone is suppressed and isolated by the Archangel-level personalities, so naturally there are loopholes in the illusion, which is quietly shattered by Harley’s power.

“Goodbye.” Harley said softly, reaching out to catch the last piece of foam that floated down when the images of James and Lily shattered.

Apart from the initial call, they never said anything from beginning to end. They just looked at their children with smiles.

The familiar yet unfamiliar room disappeared, leaving only a darkness, but this darkness was not cold at all, but extremely warm.

Harley took a deep breath and turned towards the door without any hesitation.

When she walked out of the room, the iron door automatically restored itself, as if nothing had happened.

Harry raised his hand, and a thin roll of parchment appeared in his hand.

“Naming: Hall of Love”

“Characteristics: Contains a huge energy called ‘love’. The true internal layout is unknown. The researcher will feel warm and see false illusions after entering. The illusion may include family, hobbies, desires and many other things that can be related to’ A person or thing associated with the word love. Albus Dumbledore spoke highly of this room, but refused to set foot in it himself, even expressing his fear.”

“Warning: The room is extremely dangerous. More than 95% of the silent people have died. The death of the silent people is manifested by being addicted to illusions and unwilling to wake up.”

“Tip: 1. A few awakened silent people said that fantasy has the ability to confuse people. For example, when a deceased parent appears, they will implore their children to stay, tempting people to indulge in it.

“Second, the operating principle has not yet been studied. It is speculated that it is the negative impact caused by the nearby stone arch of the Death Hall. There is a certain similarity between the two.”

“Third, the two halls cannot be moved. The Hall of Death exists because of the stone arch, and the Hall of Love exists because of this room that already existed.”

“Suggestion: Use magic to seal it and delay research; warn other silent people or visitors and strictly prohibit entering this hall to avoid increasing the death toll.”

“There are currently no silent people. A list of the silent people’s deaths will be attached later.”

Under this parchment recording the “Hall of Love”, there are three parchments with a large list of silent people’s sacrifices written on them.

Harry shook his head, and the invisible spider thread stuffed the parchment back into the office of the Director of the Department of Mysteries.

She turned to look at the door again and waved her wand gently.

The iron lock behind the door flew up automatically, locking the door completely, and the big lock was pressed heavily.

“Goodbye.” Harley said softly, and then walked towards the living room without hesitation.

She doesn’t dare to use the mirror to travel here, who knows what she will travel into.

Maybe I just dived into some sefirot and got face to face with the original one? That would be great fun.

Harley’s figure disappeared behind the iron door leading to the living room, the candles went out, and the room became dark again.

The signs of the witch’s path have disappeared into the door, except for the occasional eye that grows on the door and disappears automatically after looking around.

Hall of the Dead, behind the stone arch.

Beedle Peverell was still sitting in front of the window. He was rubbing his brow with a look of confusion on his face.

I clearly felt the target approaching, but why did the target wander around and then run away again? You’re just kidding me!

He sighed and touched his robe.

This robe made of flesh and blood is burning with the fire of disaster. In just one and a half months, one-fifth of the robe has been burned.

“Damn it, is it still too much to force the Sequence Two avatar to resist the power of the source matter?”

For the first time, regret appeared in his eyes. For the first time, the being who controlled the rules discovered that he seemed to have underestimated the rules and his father.

“I hope it’s not too late.”

A piece of parchment appeared at Beedle’s fingertips, and the paper was wrapped with the magical power of the contract.

Two bright red words on the parchment: “Harry Potter.”

When the parchment appeared, City of Disaster seemed to sense something.

The white-bone monster that kept walking on the street, with blood still flowing on its body, stopped at the same time, and looked at the place where Beedle was sitting with his empty eyes.

Farther away, invisible to the naked eye, there were countless monsters of all kinds on the streets who also cast their sights here.

“I must enjoy this delicacy myself, but I can’t let you eat it.” The irritability in Peter’s eyes has disappeared, and he can maintain a constant smile again.

Rules enveloped the parchment, isolating it.

After losing their target, the monsters immediately lowered their heads and began to walk in an orderly and quiet manner, shrouding the entire city in a strange atmosphere.

…………

The semester after Christmas has always been busy and tense, after all, the final exams are approaching.

When Professor McGonagall placed a magic sign in the last row of the Transfiguration classroom, which showed that there were exactly 60 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes and 0 seconds until the O.W.L.S exam, all the students subconsciously panicked.

And when Professor McGonagall distributed the career brochures to the students and began interviewing them one by one to consult on their career plans, many students completely realized that something was wrong.

The Sorting Hat that I wore when I entered the school seems like yesterday, but now I have completed almost five-sevenths of the journey.

As for planning… it can be said that most people have no plan at all, so they are even more panicked.

Hermione was full of confidence and directly told Professor McGonagall that she was ready to compete for the position of Minister of Magic.

This left Professor McGonagall speechless for a long time. In the end, she just waved her hand, indicating that Professor Slughorn might be able to give Hermione more help.

After Hermione left the office, it was Harry’s turn.

Seeing Harry walk in, Professor McGonagall put aside all the advertisements spread out on the table:

“Harry, stop talking about career. I want to discuss your Transfiguration article with you.”

“?” Harry tilted his head and blinked, “Professor McGonagall, are you sure you don’t want to discuss careers?”

“Is there any need to discuss it?” Professor McGonagall took out a thick stack of parchment from the drawer.

“You are now the ambassador of the Ministry of Magic. If you go directly to work in the Ministry of Magic, which department will not welcome you?”

“But I don’t think you need to go to the Ministry of Magic. After all, it would be a waste of all your talents.”

“Personally, I would rather you focus on Transfiguration. I think the International Transfiguration Association would be happy to make you an honorary member and provide you with regular subsidies.”

“It would be even better if you could take over my position as Professor of Transfiguration.”

Harry blinked. Was Professor McGonagall here to poach someone for a long time?

Professor Flitwick had hinted to himself when he was teaching him dueling that he hoped Harley could succeed him as Professor of Charms.

And now Professor McGonagall is here too?

“But Professor… I want to be the Headmaster of Hogwarts.”

Dumbledore, who was drinking tea in the principal’s office, spit out the honey tea in one gulp, but he didn’t care and just stared at the silverware in front of him.

Good guy, this old man like me is still here, and you actually want to be the principal of Hogwarts?

That’s really… awesome!

Voldemort is dead, his mistakes have been solved, and Dumbledore has long wanted to live in retirement!

Professor McGonagall couldn’t help coughing and nodded: “It’s a good thing to have such a goal. I think Albus will be very happy too.”

“But the recent headmasters, like Dumbledore, first became the transfiguration professor and then took over.”

“So let’s discuss transfiguration.”

As he spoke, Professor McGonagall spread the parchment on the table and pointed to a passage on it: “Let’s talk about your point of view.”

Harley took a look, and the smile on her face suddenly froze.

That was the occult knowledge related to the Curse Transformation ability of the Silent Disciple of the Prisoner Path Sequence Three, which he recovered in his spare time.

Since it is used in combat, it can cause great damage to the body.

In the world of sequence pathways, the first priority during battle is to survive. Even the most serious negative pathways can be accepted if necessary. A mere extraordinary ability that has a crippling effect on the body is simply too common here.

However, the mainstream concept of transformation in the magical world denounces this view, considering it as evil magic. Although it is not black magic, it is more evil than black magic.

Generally, only those who study transfiguration to the point of obsession or even madness will study these.

Professor McGonagall has always hated this concept and believes that this kind of transformation technique that can cause damage to the body is unacceptable.

So after I compiled this article, I obviously only planned to keep it privately.

Harry suddenly remembered that he seemed to have mixed this thing up with last week’s paper.

At that time, he was still planning to invade the Department of Mysteries, so his homework was handed in by others for him.

Probably the person who handed in the homework didn’t read it carefully. After confirming that the first and last parchments were correct, he handed over all the parchments.

“Miss Potter, I would like to ask you why you have such a view on transfiguration?” Professor McGonagall had a half-smile on her face, and Harry subconsciously leaned back.

Outside the door, many Gryffindor students were chatting and discussing their future career ideals.

Suddenly, the office door was opened, and Harley rushed out quickly.

At the same time, a roar came from behind, resounding throughout the entire floor: “You are pure blasphemy! There is no soul of transformation!”

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…(End of chapter)