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

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"So, you want to kill me too?" she looked up at Snape and asked curiously.

She recognized Snape. For a period of time two years ago, she often saw this man on the streets. He would always take care of her in a seemingly casual way, but most of the time he would just watch her from afar.

Perhaps he has some connection to her parents, or is probably a good friend of her parents. In fact, Harley had already guessed that her parents were probably some kind of famous wizard.

It's not hard to guess, is it? Her aunt and uncle were wary of her having any special abilities, and a bunch of wizards showed up as soon as she got into trouble, including many important figures. Harley didn't think the president's dog and an ordinary person's dog would be treated the same if they died.

“No, I just—” Snape’s face turned pale and his hands clenched his wand tightly, his knuckles turning white.

More Aurors swarmed in. They no longer stood in a line, but spread out, attacking from all directions. Some used stun spells, some used binding spells, some used malevolent spells, and some used transformation spells to turn into giant serpents or something similar.

Until one of the Aurors, whose identity is unknown, used the Killing Curse.

The green light, mixed in with the other spells, silently shot towards Harley. It struck her in the abdomen and burrowed into her body—

While not fatal, it felt as if it had opened some unspeakable door. The excruciating pain, the agony of the soul, seemed to awaken some terrible memory, causing Harley to let out a near-manic scream!

“Cornell!” Dumbledore’s voice carried anger for the first time.

But it was too late. After confirming the spell that was closest to the concept of killing in this world and triggering the influence of Jack the Ripper's spirit origin as a murderer, her consciousness, which was already insufficient to control the Heroic Spirit cards, had been overwhelmed by the Heroic Spirit's instincts.

"It doesn't deserve to be the end of the tragedy (Natural Born Killers)!!!!"

With Harley's shriek and the release of her second Noble Phantasm, dozens of demons filled the sky in the next instant. This Noble Phantasm, capable of creating clones, used the demonized Harley as a base to create more than a dozen clones of the same size.

Immediately afterwards, they pounced on the Aurors!

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Dozens of demons filled the sky of Surrey, which was now like a purgatory.

They are all the true forms, all real-life incarnations. All incarnations are the original body, and the Noble Phantasms were created based on the statement that "Jack the Ripper is a group".

Humans cannot use this kind of treasure.

Tsugumi knew very well that the Heroic Spirit Cards he gave Harley Potter were not actually something she could use; in fact, her magic was supplied by Tsugumi.

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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 paled even more. He had actually sent the Auror to take down Dumbledore with the intention of damaging Dumbledore's reputation and promoting himself, but he genuinely hadn't considered the consequences if the Auror failed. Latest chapter ignites the plot! Log in to follow the updates.

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.