Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Previously, Harley sensed three gazes from the direction of the teacher's seat, gazes that could make her spirituality react to a certain extent.

One of them belongs to Dumbledore, which is normal, after all, the old man has reached a powerful demigod level.

The gaze of a demigod-level powerhouse, even if Harley has recovered to the ageless witch, will not be indifferent. What's more, Harley is just a weak witch now?

Another look came from a man with a hooked nose.

His skin is sallow, his hair is greasy, and he doesn't seem to pay attention to physical maintenance or hygiene.

This made Harry's first impression of him extremely bad. A person who doesn't pay attention to hygiene and doesn't even cherish his own body, what will he cherish?

Besides, he was staring at Harry very disrespectfully, his expression seemed very agitated and excited.

The man smiled at Harry when he noticed that Harry was also looking at him.

Especially the man's eyes contained a series of very complicated emotions.

However, Harley didn't take the audience route, and couldn't decipher too much information, and could only barely feel a deformed love from it.

This caused Harry to have the illusion that he was still the witch of pleasure, and activated the extraordinary ability of charm.

What a freak! Harry muttered softly.

A schoolgirl next to her raised her head and asked, Miss Potter, what did you just say?

It's nothing. Sister, what's your name?

The senior sister smiled: My name is Angelina Johnson, you can just call me Angelina.

Harley nodded: Senior sister, you can just call me Harry.

Thank you very much, Harry. Angelina smiled and looked at Harry, I didn't expect you to be such a beautiful girl.

We thought you'd be a handsome handsome guy!

It seems that the Daily Prophet does occasionally tell the truth.

If you have any questions, you can come to Senior Sister, and I will try my best to answer you.

Thank you, Sister Angelina! Harley nodded obediently and said sweetly.

Angelina was instantly turned into a cutie, as if she was facing a cute cat.

She really wanted to hold Harry in her arms and stroke that hair like a cat.

It's so cute! Angelina still resisted the urge to rub Harry's hair,

If anyone dares to provoke you, tell my sister, and my sister will ask the seniors of Gryffindor to beat him up!

Hurry up and eat, it will be cold soon. Speaking, Angelina pointed to the steak in front of Harry,

Try this steak, it's delicious with black pepper sauce.

It was only then that Harry realized that the sorting house was completely over, and there were delicious food in front of him. The students are all feasting.

Harry picked two steaks for himself, drizzled them with sauce, and ate them in small bites, while continuing to look at the teacher's desk out of the corner of his eye.

In the previous gaze, if the first two were friendly to him, the last one was extremely cold and triggered his own spiritual warning.

Although that gaze had disappeared, Harry managed to remember its location and found him on the teacher's bench.

It was a pale young man with a thick scarf wrapped around his head. It was inconvenient to observe from Harry's angle, but it could be seen that he covered the entire back of his head.

At this moment, he was nodding and bowing while talking to the black-haired teacher who was looking at Harley earlier, curled up slightly, as if he was very afraid of that teacher.

Harry could tell from the way he spoke, the teacher who wrapped the scarf seemed to be stuttering a bit.

But Harry didn't dare to underestimate him at all, because no one dared to underestimate a demigod. Yes, the professor with the scarf on his head seems to be a demigod.

But Harry felt a little weird. When the professor stared at him, he glanced at him and gave Harry a spiritual warning.

But now, when Harry looked at the professor again, he didn't get any warning.

After all, witches also belong to the channel of spellcasting with strong inspiration, and Harley has also stayed at the demigod level for a long time.

So it stands to reason that even if Harry hadn't turned on his spirit vision when he stared at the demigod professor, he would have received some alarms.

Sister, Haley hurriedly asked in a sticky voice as Senior Angelina finished eating next to her.

Who is that professor with the scarf on his head? And who is the hook-nosed professor next to him who doesn't wash his hair?

Angelina withdrew the hand that was going to get the kidney pie, looked at the teacher's seat, and said to Harry in a voice almost whispering:

The professor with the scarf around his head is our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirinus Quirrell.

He was supposed to be teaching us Muggle Studies, a position he's held since he graduated five years ago.

However, he resigned after teaching for three years, and returned to Hogwarts after a long travel, and applied for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It happened that there was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and Professor Chillaud left without saying goodbye, so Professor Quirrell applied for the job.

Angelina paused, and after looking at the hook-nosed professor, she told Harry in a softer voice:

The hooked-nosed professor who doesn't like to wash his hair is the head of Slytherin and our Potions professor, Professor Severus Snape.

Speaking of this, Angelina frowned, This professor doesn't like Gryffindor, and often uses various bizarre reasons to deduct points from Gryffindor.

Then he probably doesn't like me either. Harry nodded and said thoughtfully,

He was looking at me all the time before, and stared straight into my eyes. His eyes are really annoying!

Angelina smiled: It's okay, although Professor Snape is too much, but at most points will be deducted, and it won't harm the students.

In other words, no one in the school would harm the students! There is absolutely no danger to the lives of students at Hogwarts. This is the safest school in the world!

you do not say. Harry murmured in his heart, after all, with a demigod-level strong man and a demi-god-level strong man, this school must be safe.

Paired with this castle full of spirituality, or in other words, magical power, even if there are angels on the ground attacking, it may be able to resist for a while.

Harry stopped asking and started eating quickly. She cuts the steak lightly, taking small bites at a time, and chews with her mouth closed.

However, Harley's heart is not as calm as it appears on the surface. After all, there is such a weird demigod lurking around him, and he has malicious intentions towards him.

I have to find a way to restore my strength as soon as possible, I didn't expect that this world is not so safe!

Harry secretly made up his mind and was going to devote more time to Potions.