Chapter 358 Hell Is Your Best Destination

To be honest, Harley was shocked when she heard that Crete was just eighteen years old.

You told me that this person looks only 18 years old? If you said you were thirty-eight, Harry would believe it!

"Sorry, Crete...senior." A slightly apologetic smile appeared on Harley's face.

"I'm sorry...I really didn't expect that your appearance and style are the same as Krum, so...mature and stable."

"Yeah, haha... He does look a lot like Krum." Crete weakly agreed and laughed twice.

However, his eyes were a little dull, and he was obviously shocked after hearing what Harley said.

Crete did not stay here any longer and quickly left this sad place along the passage reserved for the eliminated contestants.

Harley did not continue to focus on this loser, nor did she spend any energy studying the other contestants on the stage.

She took out a notebook from her pocket and began to read by herself.

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Under the arrangement of the organizer, each contestant quickly boarded the competition venue for a duel.

The winners returned here to rest, while the losers mostly felt embarrassed and did not want to stay, so they left the competition venue directly.

It was midnight and the first round of competition was finally over.

In order to end the breakout match within two days, it was also inconvenient to hold such a grand event during the day.

Therefore, in the breakout stage, at least two rounds of competition will be held on the first night.

And after the second day, the top thirty-two will be decided directly based on the number of remaining people.

This time, the number Harley drew was relatively late.

She was sure that her appearance might have to wait until dawn, so she simply leaned on the chair and fell into a slumber.

This made some wizards who were somewhat confident in their own strength and appearance, so they wanted to come and strike up a conversation, a little disappointed.

In this round, Harley's opponent was a tall, lanky South American man.

He didn't look very old, but his skin was pale and he exuded a strange, dark aura.

"Dark wizard?" Harley stared at her opponent with interest, thinking that she might be able to warm up her hands a little this round.

Harley's guess was correct. After the referee came on stage, he reminded Harley according to the rules that the player in front of him had received a warning.

This shows that this player killed his opponent in the previous round, and the referee has not found evidence of intentional homicide.

When he heard the referee's reminder, the dark wizard glanced at the referee with cold eyes, deliberately opened his mouth, and licked his yellowed teeth with his tongue.

Obviously he was a little unhappy and felt that the referee ruined his good mood of killing his opponent.

But the dark wizard didn't say much. After all, the referee's reminder was within the rules.

Although the dark wizard didn't really want to abide by the rules, more than twenty Aurors from all over the world stood in the audience to ensure that he abided by the rules with their wands.

"Three-two-one-the game begins!"

Red sparks rose into the night sky, announcing to all viewers that a brand new duel was about to begin.

Many viewers who had been paying attention to the schedule immediately turned their attention here.

After all, Harley was the first to appear in the last round and killed her opponent in an instant with great grace.

"Grow rapidly!" "Drain blood!"

The South American wizard started the match by hurling forward a handful of seeds.

Although the arena is made of solid magic stone, the seeds are still quickly integrated into the stone under the magic of this dark wizard.

At the same time, the dark wizard's face suddenly turned rosy, and then instantly became paler.

There was a gash on his wrist, and a large amount of blood poured out, covering the ground.

However, there were no red traces on the ground, and the blood disappeared the moment it came into contact with the stone.

Harley just looked at her opponent with a smile, her hands behind her back, looking nonchalant.

This made the referee a little anxious, thinking that the beautiful girl in front of him might very well stay in this duel arena forever like the player in the previous game.

As the dark wizard completed his magic, the flat ground suddenly cracked.

Dozens of thick vines shot up from the ground and strangled Harry.

The referee subconsciously tightened his wand, but did not make any unnecessary movements.

After all, just like the explanation given by the dark wizard in the last game, he just launched a normal attack, and this attack was not without a way to crack it.

Who would have thought that his opponent would be so weak and be killed without any reaction?

He was just attacking normally, and it was not enough to deliberately murder his opponent.

And the dark wizard grinned, his eyes flashing red.

He was very excited, excited that his vines could absorb the blood of such a beautiful girl.

"Young beautiful witch, her blood should be full of vitality, right?" The dark wizard couldn't help but licked his mouth,

"I can nourish my precious ghost vine again."

Seeing that the vine was about to hit Harley, even the audience screamed in surprise.

But the exclamations suddenly stopped, because all the vines' movements were forced to stop.

A line of ice spread from the soles of Harley's feet, covering the entire playing field and freezing all the vines.

With a snap of his fingers, the vines shattered instantly and turned into fragments on the ground, just like performance art.

Standing in the middle of this beautiful portrait, Harley opened her mouth slightly and said in a cold voice, "Is there more?"

The dark wizard was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the magic at the bottom of the box would instantly turn into pieces.

So when faced with Harley's question, he didn't react at all, he just opened his mouth: "Huh?"

"It looks like his offense is over."

Harley seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be talking to everyone on the field.

"So, goodbye."

The ice covering the field "boiled" instantly, exuding magic waves. The dark wizard didn't have time to make any moves and turned into an ice sculpture.

"I think I won." Harley turned slightly, raised her robe, and saluted the referee.

"Dear Mr. Referee, I think you can make a decision."

At this time, the referee was already dumbfounded, his mouth wide open and speechless.

Although Harry deliberately controlled the ice surface and did not let the cold air affect him, his hands and feet were still trembling slightly.

When he was reminded by Harley, he came back to his senses and hurriedly announced the result of the game:

"Britain, Harry Potter wins!"

"Miss Harley, please remove your magic as soon as possible, otherwise your opponent's life may be in danger."

After announcing the result, the referee looked at Harley and kindly reminded,

"If your opponent is not dead at this time, but he freezes to death because you dispel the magic too slowly."

"Then you will be warned, and you may even be directly eliminated."

"Thanks to the referee for reminding me, but I will not be as ruthless as my opponent."

Harley said with a chuckle, tapping the ground lightly with the toe of her left foot.

The ice broke instantly, revealing the color of the floor.

Harley's opponent also changed from an ice sculpture to a living person, but his legs weakened and he knelt on the ground.

"There is no need to perform this grand ceremony. The Knights of the Round Table only need to kneel down on one knee when they meet King Arthur."

Harley couldn't help but tease, and then stopped paying attention to her opponent, and instead waved to the cheers around her like she did at the end of the first round.

At this time, a large number of spectators stood up in the auditorium and shouted wildly.

Sparks of various colors rose into the sky and exploded quickly, making the sky colorful.

Obviously, the ice surface that Harley released earlier that covered the entire playing field completely ignited everyone's enthusiasm and made everyone go crazy.

"Suggest player, you have lost." At this time, only the referee was still paying attention to the loser on the court.

He cautiously stood near the dark wizard, slightly disgusted but still dutifully reminding the wizard.

However, Sugest didn't seem to hear his words. He still knelt on the spot with blood-red eyes, his left hand clenched into a fist, and his right hand tightly grasped the wand.

"My vampire vine...the vampire vine I have cultivated for so long...is gone, nothing is left..."

He seemed to be in a daze, his fists hammering the ground crazily.

"My life has no meaning...I may never have the chance to cultivate so many vampire vines..."

Obviously, when it comes to the study of black magic, although Sugest has mediocre talent, he is extremely persistent.

The referee did not intervene directly. After all, he had been a referee for several times and had seen many frustrated performances by defeated players.

However, after waiting for a minute, considering that there was still a game ahead, the referee moved closer to Sugrit and reminded louder:

"Mr. Sugrit, the game is over! Please leave the field quickly now and do not affect the progress of the next game!"

But Sugrit still ignored him, and at the same time his voice began to become cruel: "She deserves to die, she ruined my dream, kill her..."

Before the referee could react, Sugrit suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at Harley: "Through gold and cracked stone!"

A dark beam of light flew towards Harley's back instantly!

At this time, Harley had just finished responding to the enthusiastic audience and was about to walk off the playing field, so she happened to have her back turned to her opponent.

The referee and the audience all watched this scene, but the spell was so fast that they didn't even have time to scream.

It looked like... Harley was about to be penetrated directly into the heart by this penetrating spell.

However, nothing happened, and a smooth mirror suddenly appeared on Harley's back.

The black spell was directly swallowed by the mirror, and then flew out of the mirror and flew towards Sugrit.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A shrill scream suddenly sounded, and the black magic issued by Sugrit himself penetrated his right arm holding the wand.

There is a circular hole that runs from front to back out of thin air. Through the hole, you can directly see the arena ground below.

At this time, the blood was pouring out as if it was free of money, soaking the earth.

This time there are no plant seeds modified by black magic to absorb the blood.

"Harry Potter contestant! Watch out!"

Harley had blocked the opponent's sneak attack, and then the referee's reminder sounded.

But looking at the scene on the field, he realized that his reminder might not be of any use.

"Thank you for the reminder." Harley turned to the referee and nodded, pointing to the opponent on the ground.

"I think you need to stop the bleeding. Without treatment, he will most likely die from excessive blood loss."

"By the way, his spell was reflected by my magic, causing such serious injuries. If he dies, it shouldn't be my responsibility, right?"

At this time, the life breath in Sugrit's body was rapidly declining, reaching a state of near death.

After all, the black magic he studies has always been supported by blood.

Although Sugrit himself is not a good person, he will not completely use his own blood to support these seeds.

But when using these vampire vines to fight, he himself still needs to bleed.

This resulted in Sugrit still being in poor physical condition despite constantly taking magic potions.

"Oh, yes, indeed, I almost forgot about him." The referee then realized,

"If he dies, you will definitely not be responsible. After all, it was all his own fault, and you were just acting in self-defense."

"Medical team! Where are the members of the medical team? There is someone here who needs to take care of his injury!"

Several therapists from the Spanish Magic Hospital quickly ran onto the field carrying toolboxes and squatted next to Sugrit to treat his wounds.

Although no one likes this dark wizard, and they can see that there is something wrong with him, and he seems to have a lot of lives on his hands, no one has any evidence.

So since he successfully signed up for the competition and is still a player, these therapists have the obligation to treat his wounds.

However, an embarrassing scene occurred. After pouring in various spells and potions, the wound failed to heal.

"I'll do it." Harley, who was standing nearby, seemed to be kind and came over.

"The wound on his hand is a black magic variant of the Penetrating Curse. Ordinary healing spells and healing potions will have no effect."

With that said, Harley stretched out her wand and touched the circular wound from the air.

A red light flashed, and the blood that was still flowing out quickly stopped. At the same time, bones, muscles, and skin were growing rapidly to fill the vacancies at the wound.

The referees and therapists watching around couldn't help but exclaimed.

They originally wanted to stop Harley and remind her that there are specialties in the art industry, but they didn't expect that the wound on Sugrit's hand healed like this!

On the one hand, the onlookers marveled at Harley's superb magical attainments, and on the other hand, they also marveled at Harley's magnanimity in being willing to heal her opponent even though he was the one being attacked.

"Thank you very much, Miss Potter." The leading therapist thanked Harry profusely.

"Thank you for your kindness."

"It's nothing. Although he is not a good person, I don't think I need to bother with such a dregs of society."

Harley responded with a smile before quickly leaving the arena.

The therapists also lifted Sugrit, who was still unconscious, and quickly left the venue.

They have been delayed for a long time and hindered the progress of the next game.

"You are worthy of being the champion of the Six-wizard Tournament!" When carrying Sugrit, a therapist sighed, and the others nodded.

When Beauxbatons lost the top six championship, they were still aggrieved by their alma mater.

But now, that emotion has completely disappeared, leaving only respect for the real champion.

Of course, none of these people noticed that Sugrit, who was still in a coma, groaned, the blood in his closed eyes completely disappeared, and his fingers trembled slightly.

What Harley used was not a normal healing technique, but a black magic that the Ageless Witch would use when she was in a desperate situation and fighting other extraordinary people.

This kind of black magic will forcibly stimulate vitality and quickly heal injuries in a short period of time.

However, the price is that the life span of the wounded will be shortened to a certain extent.

This kind of shortening is simply not worth mentioning on the Ageless Witch, but on a dark wizard who is already in extremely poor health... it may kill him at any time.

Now that the Disaster Witch has spared your life, you still dare to attack the Witch?

Then hell is your best destination!

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The editor's other authors' books seem to be about Harley rather than Harry. The name alone is quite attractive, he is a male Veela after all, hehe. However, the author has been busy recently and has not read the book, so I don’t know the quality.