Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

A man in black robes, his face as pale as paper, his greasy black hair plastered to his face, pointed his wand in the direction of the demon, his hand trembling—not from fear, but for something else.

A stern old woman wearing glasses and a dark green robe pointed her wand steadily ahead.

Behind them were more figures dressed in robes of various colors. Although there was no basis for it, Harley understood the identities of these people from the mocking voice of the being named Tsurugi in her mind.

They are wizards

A group of people who should have appeared when she was eleven, but never did.

“Oh,” the demon said softly, in Harley’s voice, in the voice of that thirteen-year-old girl, in the teasing voice of Tsurugi.

"You've arrived?"

"You're two years late. Now, it's too late."

On the road to godhood, you have to kill, kill, kill! Chapter 294: Harley Quinn vs. Dumbledore!

Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, transforms into a demon and wreaks havoc in the Muggle world.

Dumbledore, heartbroken and weeping, slays the savior?

Rita Skeeter, who was hiding in her Animagus form, was so excited that she could hardly maintain her ladybug form.

Big news, really big news!

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath!

Seeing that no one cared about her, Rita Skeeter carefully flew to the best spot, transformed back into human form, and then took out the magic camera.

She wants to record the most explosive moment!

“Harley, if you’re still Harley Potter, please stop right now.”

Dumbledore pointed the Elder Wand at the demon in the sky, his tone calm and wise, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"I know you had a terrible experience, but please calm down."

Harley Quinn tilted her head slightly, looked at Dumbledore, and suddenly laughed.

“Interesting—you, Albus Dumbledore, are you?”

"Do you know the true nature of the power that possesses me?"

She pointed to her chest, with a sense of exhilaration.

"He is Jack the Ripper, or rather, he belongs to humanity, that is, the product of the fantasies, fears, and creations of Muggles about Jack the Ripper."

"He doesn't actually have a fixed form; he's just the embodiment of humanity's concept of a serial killer."

"Therefore, I knew that I had gained some special powers—for example, the ability to create these shadow assassins who obey my commands."

With a wave of her hand, the countless writhing shadows beneath her feet instantly transformed into one after another pitch-black killer ghost.

"This posture is based on the idea that 'Jack the Ripper is a devil.' His transformation into a devilish posture is a product born from the underlying unease and fear of the people around him."

"It is less a demon and more a manifestation of the fear of killing."

Dumbledore frowned, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

To be honest, he didn't understand much of Harley's explanation either.

At first, he thought Harley's current form was the Obscurus form caused by prolonged repression!

But when he actually witnessed it, he was already certain it wasn't. This demonic form was more like a magical creature, or rather, the result of a wizard transforming into a magical creature through Animagus—a result that had been proven to be unacceptable.

Of course, these are all secondary; the most important thing is—

"What turned you into this? Ha... Miss Potter?"

Snape gripped his wand, gritting his teeth as he stared at Harry.

"What? It's probably the abuse from childhood, the discrimination from those around me, the bullying at school, the insults from others, and the nearly fourteen years of life living like an insect."

Harley shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about these words.

She didn't say a word, and Snape's body trembled, because he had experienced something similar!

But unlike Harley, he had Lily as a friend, and after starting school, he gained the ability to fight back. His relationship with James Potter was actually one of mutual hostility, not one of one-sided bullying.

Harry, on the other hand, was supposed to enter Hogwarts at age eleven, but she arrived two years late, and clearly, she was having a very difficult time!

Snape couldn't say whether bullying from Muggles or bullying from wizards was more terrifying, but right now he really, really wanted to kill those Muggles!

Oh, Harley has already killed everyone she needed to kill, so it's fine now.

“No matter what, this is no excuse for taking another person’s life, Miss Potter!” Professor McGonagall said sternly.

Harley, now in her demon form, observed the three of them with a strange gaze. The change in her personality at this moment was not only due to the intoxicating sense of omnipotence brought by the power, but also partly due to the special abilities that this power granted her.

“You—” she pointed at the three professors in front of her, smiling.

"Of the three of you, the gentleman who seems the worst has never killed a single person. And the old lady is also a respectable and good person who has hurt very few people in her life. But you are the only one, the great and respectable Professor Albus Dumbledore."

"Of these three, only you committed murder. Although it wasn't intentional, nor did you intend it, it was the result of the chaos..."

Her words made Dumbledore turn pale, his mouth slightly agape as if he were caught up in the worst memories of Godric's Hollow.

Harley didn't intend to provoke him any further.

The old man gave her an extremely dangerous feeling, and the demon within her—the one who gave him power, Tsurugi—was also lazily whispering something to her in her shadow.

"Don't be fooled by their seemingly weak magic. Many of their spells are actually terrifyingly powerful, designed to kill. After all, they are wizards from fairy tales."

"Of course, magic with a weak will is not enough to affect you, but..."

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If the magic of a strong-willed and absolutely powerful wizard strikes you, dear Harley, you won't die, but you might be captured and lose your freedom.

"Me? I can't help you. The magic you've unleashed this time is the limit I've brought. And I'm watching you from somewhere else."

That damn guy, he said he wouldn't be a riddle teller but he's been telling riddles all along!

Harley, for one, would never accept the choice of losing her freedom, even though she didn't know what would happen to her next—

She's running away!!!

Harley's enormous wings flapped gently, creating a gust of wind. She was preparing to break free immediately, leaving this place she had loathed for thirteen years, and fly towards an unknown new world—

"Don't even think about running away!!!"

A sharp, somewhat hysterical voice exploded from the edge of the fog.

Harry looked down and saw the short man standing next to Dumbledore jump out. He was wearing a pinstripe cloak, his round face was covered in sweat, and his wand was pointing at her in the sky, his knuckles trembling.

"Connelly, calm down—" Dumbledore reached out to stop him.

"Calm down? Albus, look at what she's done!"

Fudge's voice was shrill, like a chicken being strangled, "She killed a Muggle! She used magic in front of hundreds of Muggles! A serious violation of the International Law on Secrecy! And now she thinks she can run away?!"

He took a deep breath, stuck out his round belly, and tried to make himself look like a real Minister of Magic.

"I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic!" he shouted at the demon in the sky. "In the name of the Ministry of Magic, I order you to immediately revert to your transformation and surrender! Otherwise—"

"Otherwise what?" Harley tilted her head, looking at him without saying anything more, but her expression was full of sarcasm.

"Aurors! Attack!"

Behind them, the figures dressed in robes of various colors moved. At least twenty Aurors burst forth from the mist, their wands pointing in unison to the sky. They were the elite of the Ministry of Magic, the elite armed force of the wizarding world. Each of them had experienced countless battles, and each of them had faced Death Eaters head-on.

Now, their target is a thirteen-year-old girl.

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

"Petrify them all!"

"Obstacles are numerous!"

"Legs stiffen and he dies!"

"Inverted fuchsia!"

Various spells shot out from the tip of the wand—red, blue, purple—like a dazzling fireworks display. They streaked across the night sky, trailing colorful flames, all hurtling towards the enormous demon in the heavens.

"The Aurors of this era are really not as good as they used to be. In Grindelwald's time, they would immediately use Avada Kedavra upon meeting someone, but now they use this kind of curse to capture people."

Tsugumi, watching the spectacle from Harley's shadow, offered her comments.

Despite saying that, Harley was still stunned by the sudden attack and didn't react in time. So when the first spell hit Harley's chest, she was already prepared to be knocked down.

What struck her was a stun spell, enough to knock down a giant monster instantly. It crashed into the demon's dark skin, exploding in a burst of red light, and then—

Yes, I do feel a little dizzy, but at most it's equivalent to spinning around three times in place.

And the other colorful spells—petrify, obstruct, freeze—all struck. They hit the demon's body, its wings, and its horns.

The effect was even worse; she didn't feel anything at all.

"That's all?" The demon's voice came from the sky, tinged with a hint of relaxed mockery. "Is that all you have?"

Is this all the violence in the magical world is capable of? Minions! Minions!

Fudge's face turned even paler. He had actually sent Aurors to take down Dumbledore with the intention of damaging Dumbledore's reputation and promoting himself, but he really hadn't considered what would happen if Aurors failed.

Huh? You're saying this is a sign of intellectual decline? Doesn't fit the wise image a Minister of Magic should have? Ha! You have to understand that no matter where you are, the goal of British politicians is just to survive until the weekend, and wizards aren't exactly bright anyway, and Fudge is certainly not a shrewd politician.

"Keep going! Keep attacking!" Fudge shouted hysterically, waving his arms.

With the minister's endorsement, the Aurors gritted their teeth and raised their wands once more, this time with an even more powerful spell.

"Crushed to pieces!"

"Torn apart!"

"Thunderous explosion!"

The Explosion Curse exploded on the demon, sparks flying everywhere; the Split Curse sliced ​​through the enormous wings, the magical light flashing like blades—but not a single scratch was left on the wings.

As Dongjiang said, these spells do have a lot of mechanics, but if the numbers aren't high enough, the mechanics are useless.

Harley raised her hand, and a crimson light gathered in her eyes.

"Divine Sharpness Without a Shadow!"

Out of instinctive self-defense, Snape uttered the spell—his most vicious cutting spell. A flash of silver light, and the razor-sharp attack struck the demon's arm.

Harley looked down at her arm. There was a noticeable bloodstain there, and it hadn't healed at all.