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

"I've always been a very responsible parent," Tsugumi said with a smile.

"When poor Miss Harley was caught in a vortex of bullying and attacks, I was the only one who helped her, and more than once. In that respect, I should be a caregiver second only to Ms. Lily Evans."

"And you who are criticizing me here, you were in the wizarding world when poor Miss Harley was being beaten by children. You were in the wizarding world when poor Miss Harley was almost assaulted by a cleaner. You were still in the wizarding world when I helped her out of her life's predicament."

"Oh dear, I really don't know where you got the right to criticize me? For this child, I am a much more qualified parent than all of you combined."

With each word Tsurugi spoke, Snape's veins bulged on his forehead. He had originally wanted to speak, but now he couldn't utter a single word.

“We may have made mistakes, but you have led Harley down a path of no return,” Dumbledore said gravely.

"It's not me, it's yourselves," Tsurugi sneered.

"You place your idea of ​​a savior who can fight the Dark Lord in an environment similar to the Dark Lord's, yet you expect him to be used as a tool to fight your enemies."

"If you harbored the idea of ​​a trial, and then, after discovering she wasn't the tool you wanted, you still placed her here, Albus Dumbledore, you and Grindelwald are truly the same kind of people, both seeking a greater good."

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Right?

The wise man and the old man of the wizarding world remained silent, only a faint light flashing across their glasses.

Expelliarmus (weapon against you)

Delusional heart sounds (Zabaniya)

The crimson spell and the equally crimson curse were triggered almost instantly, and in the brief moment they intersected, the result was that there was no result.

"Heh, it seems the rules haven't penetrated completely after the fusion. Ugh, maybe there just wasn't enough power delivered at this point in time—anyway, goodbye."

Holding the unconscious Harley, Tsugumi smiled and disappeared into the shadows.

Snape wanted to try to track them down, but Dumbledore immediately stopped him.

"Stop, Severus," Dumbledore said wearily, before Snape could react.

“I’m no match for him, and neither are you, but he shouldn’t hurt Harley.”

It was only then that Snape noticed Dumbledore clutching his heart, where blood could be seen seeping through his clothes.

"...What exactly is that thing?" Snape asked in a hoarse voice after a long silence.

"I don't know, the vastness of the wizarding world may truly exceed our expectations..." Dumbledore paused for a moment, then said in a strained, hoarse voice.

"But in any case, the 'thing' that took Harley away is probably not someone who is willing to obediently abide by the Wizarding Secrecy Act."

“Dumbledore, I can’t hide what happened today,” Fudge suddenly said, straightening up. In his view, this might be the best way to strike at Dumbledore.

As for the 'devil' who could defeat Dumbledore, that's not a question for politicians like Fudge to ponder.

Dumbledore's calm yet intimidating gaze sent chills down Fudge's spine. Just as Fudge hesitated about whether to give in, Dumbledore averted his gaze.

“That’s your authority, Minister,” he said softly.

Having said that, he ignored the angry Snape and dragged Fawkes back.

Tsugumi's assessment of him was correct; he and Grindelwald were always the same kind of people.

Even the saint's manifesto, the phrase "for the greater good," came from his mouth.

However, unlike others, he ultimately chose to limit his power due to the upheaval in his family, even fearing the loss of power and confining himself to Hogwarts. Yet, even in this state, he could not extinguish the urge to stop those 'evil' thoughts.

He was a good person, a good leader, a good wizard; the White Demon's assessment of him was more of a joke than a reality. But often, witnessing problems unfold, having the ability to change them but failing to do so, and then being dissatisfied with the outcome, is also a form of evil.

He placed Harley in the same environment as Voldemort from childhood, but with the intention of shaping her into someone completely different from Voldemort—a trial. Tsugumi was right; he liked to test others.

Beneath the surface of this kind and gentle old man lay a soul as cold as Grindelwald's. He spent his entire life living out the promise he made with Grindelwald—for the greater good.

He was willing to sacrifice everyone, including his own life, for a better outcome. But now, fate has simply led him down a different, worse path than he had envisioned.

A person who loves everyone is also a person who loves no one.

For the greater good.

The path to godhood requires endless killing! :296. Infiltrating Hogwarts

"Hannah Abbott!"

Hearing someone call his name, the Iron-Hat Prince of Hufflepuff immediately turned around, looking somewhat puzzled at the person who had called him.

"Lilith, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask if the next class is Potions class."

"Oh, right, Professor Snape's class. We're having this one with Gryffindor."

Approaching the girl with freckles on her face, the author Life Extractor's latest work, "Traversing the Heavens, Can You Be Smarter Than Me?", is exclusively premiering on the book club forum! She is a beautiful and glamorous girl with long golden hair, but in Hannah's memory, she should have been more sickly, not so vibrant.

But she quickly dismissed the slight abnormality; it's hard to expect a thirteen or fourteen-year-old to have such keen insight.

Hannah naturally linked arms with her best friend, walking hand in hand while complaining about Professor Snape.

After all, this protective bat teacher has consistently ranked last in the popularity list at Hogwarts, even more popular than Professor Quirrell, whose classes were a complete mess the year before last and who disappeared without a trace halfway through last year's class.

Lilith listened quietly to her best friend's complaints, but in her heart she was making many plans.

Yes, she is not the girl named Lilith Lampador.

Her real name is Harley Potter.

The savior of the wizarding world, and the super dark wizard who was recently wanted, killed thirteen Aurors and hundreds of Muggles, and destroyed half a town!

Of course, none of that matters now.

Importantly, Harley has now infiltrated Hogwarts, using the inherent abilities of her current Heroic Spirit Card: Jack the Ripper: A, to transform into another girl and infiltrate this magical school of magic.

This magical place she should have visited two years ago.

After breaking up with her original best friend under some pretense, Harley strolled through the magical campus.

That's fucking amazing, and fucking huge.

Although it was vulgar, it was the first thought that popped into her head.

The castle was even more magnificent than she had imagined, its towering spires piercing the leaden sky. Gargoyles dozed on the eaves, and occasionally an owl would swoop down overhead, dropping a letter that landed precisely in the hands of a student. The portraits on either side of the corridor seemed to whisper among themselves, the figures in the frames visiting each other's portraits. One portrait of a plump maid even waved at her.

Harley instinctively waved back—then felt like an idiot.

“Be normal, kid.” Tsuruga’s gentle voice echoed in his mind. “You are Lilith Lampard now, a third-year Hufflepuff student, not some country bumpkin who’s just arrived in the city for the first time.”

“I’m just a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time,” Harley thought to herself, her eyes still darting around. “Look at that ceiling, it’s transparent! You can see the sky! That staircase moves! It really moves!”

The moving staircases, the talking portraits, the floating candles, the ghosts hidden in the armor—everything seemed to have stepped out of her deepest childhood dreams. She had fantasized countless times about such a place, imagining herself wearing a black robe and flying between those towers on a broomstick.

But those dreams shattered two years ago; she never got her own owl.

"What are you thinking about?" Tsurugi asked.

"nothing."

"I'm just fooling myself again."

Harley fell silent, but she knew that lying was a ridiculous thing for a devil living inside her.

She stood at the end of a corridor, looking out at the Black Lake through a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The lake water was a deep, unfathomable dark green, and occasionally something would skim across the surface, leaving ripples. In the distance, the Forbidden Forest was pitch black, like a sleeping behemoth.

“I belong here,” she said suddenly.

“Two years ago, I should have received a letter,” she continued softly. “I should have taken that boat across the Black Lake, been assigned to some college by that tattered hat, and studied here. I should have had friends, teachers, a… a home.”

“But you have nothing,” Tsugumi said slowly.

"Yes. I have nothing."

The wind blew through the corridor, bringing with it the fishy smell of the lake and a cool breeze from afar.

“And now you’re in,” Tsugumi said, “as someone else.”

Harley lowered

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He looked up at his hands. They were Lilith's hands, fair and slender, with neatly trimmed nails. Not her old, rough hands from doing housework.

“I am not myself,” she said. “I can’t even walk in with my own face.”

"Does that matter?" "Yes." "Why?"

Harley looked up at the dark green lake outside the window.

“Because I should have been my own,” she said. “Not wearing someone else’s face, not using someone else’s name, not—”

She stopped because she saw her own reflection in the glass window.

Long golden hair, fair skin, delicate features. Lilith Lampardo's face. Beautiful, lovely, clearly the kind of girl who grew up in a happy family and was pampered.

It wasn't her, not the short and unremarkable Harry Potter with messy black hair, wearing duct-bound glasses.

“That’s no longer my future…” Harley clenched her fists and murmured.

She had stepped into this mysterious world, abandoning her ordinary past. Even if the way she entered was terrible, she would never regret it!

Moreover—she had no way out.

A sharp pain in her chest reminded her that she didn't have much time left. Since that night wasn't a dream, she had really been stabbed by 'Odin'.

"Who am I?" Harley asked again.

"You are a descendant of Loki, a demigod awakened from divine blood! You are born with the responsibility of overthrowing the Aesir!" Tsugumi said solemnly, but Harley just rolled her eyes and said irritably.

"Yesterday I was still a descendant of King Arthur, the day before you said I was the savior of mankind, and today you've changed your tune, haven't you?"

If Harley was initially somewhat bewildered by the hype, she is now 100% certain that the demon inside her is a very unreliable person.

Having been fooled so many times, she gave up on the idea of ​​finding her identity and the truth—life goes on wherever it is, right? Survival is the most important thing.

“I suggest you put these thoughts aside for now,” Tsugumi said lazily. “You have more important things to do—like finding your classroom.”

"The classroom?" Harley was taken aback.

“Yes, the classroom. You’ve been wandering around like an idiot for almost an hour. If I remember correctly, you should be in Potions class by now.” Tsugumi’s tone was clearly gloating. “And even if you rush there as fast as you can, you’ll still be at least fifteen minutes late?”

Potions class? Snape's Potions class?

She had only been at Hogwarts for two days and hadn't seen Snape except on Privet Drive, but even so, she had heard about the Potions professor's 'infamous' reputation from other people.

"Yeah, that's Professor Snape, the one with the face as black as the bottom of a pot, who's always trying to kill your dad." Tsugumi laughed heartily.