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

Snape's expression remained unchanged, but the fingers gripping his wand tightened slightly.

"If I want someone who has drunk this soup to wake up early, what should I use?"

“Stimulating potions, like stimulants, but the best is fresh dragon blood.” Harley paused. “Or just give him ox gallstones to induce vomiting and detoxify.”

Snape looked at her, something flickering in his black eyes, but then quickly extinguished.

“Sit down,” he said, his voice even hoarser than before. “Hufflepuff plus ten points.”

The classroom erupted in an uproar.

Professor Snape giving extra points to houses other than Slytherin is practically impossible, let alone ten points this time? That's more absurd than a troll dancing ballet!

Harley sat down, her heart pounding. She silently asked Tsugumi, "Did he recognize me?"

“Possibly,” Tsugumi said, “but it’s also possible that you just resemble someone.”

Who does he look like?

"How should I know?" Tsurugi's tone was a little playful. "But you'd better be careful, the way that old bat is looking at you is getting weirder and weirder."

Harry glanced furtively at the podium and met Snape's gaze. His eyes were deep and complex, like a stagnant pool or a long-suppressed ember. She quickly lowered her head and pretended to be looking at her textbook.

In the following lessons, Snape didn't ask her any more questions, but his gaze would always drift over unintentionally. Every time Harry looked up, she could see those dark eyes looking at her, and then quickly looking away.

"The recipe for the Living Hell Potion is not something you should be learning right now," Snape concluded. "Now, turn to page 347. Today we'll be discussing an improved version of the potion."

When the bell rang, Harley practically ran away as she packed her bag.

"Lilith!" Hannah called from behind, "Wait for me!"

Harley stopped and forced herself to slow down. She was a normal student now, not a wanted criminal, and couldn't act too suspiciously.

Hannah caught up, panting, "Why are you running so fast? Professor Snape isn't going to eat people—although his face is certainly scary."

Harley managed a weak smile, but when she opened her mouth, she seemed unsure of what to say.

Just then, a gust of wind blew past her, and several Gryffindor boys ran off joyfully, followed by a chattering girl. Harley took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Those boys are from Gryffindor, what are their names again?"

"You don't remember them?" Hannah asked Lilith with some surprise.

"Ron, Neville, Hermione, and Hadrian, the school's infamous raider quartet."

"Hmmmm, the author, Life Drainer, is waiting for you on the book club forum with 'Traversing the Heavens, Can You Be Smarter Than Me?'. Tell me more." Harley asked casually, slowing her pace.

Hannah found it a little strange, but didn't make any connections, instead continuing the conversation chatter on.

Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Hermione (Muggle-born) – there's not much to say about these three. If we had to pick one, it would be Neville, who was born on the same day, month, and year as Harry Potter. After Harry Potter was confirmed to be a Squib, many people began to believe that Neville was the true savior.

"Where's Hadrian?" Harley asked, looking at the blond, blue-eyed boy, now genuinely curious.

“The Greengrass family’s son, the brother of that annoying Astoria, though he’s normal, and his family has always considered it a disgrace to have produced a Gryffindor.”

Hannah concluded that, in any case, it was a child who didn't resemble the rest of the family much; a lion had emerged from a snake's den.

Aside from that, he's extremely troublesome and mischievous, and his relationship with Snape isn't good.

Chatting all the way, they arrived at Hufflepuff's common room, the communal quarters behind the large barrels on the right side of the castle's underground kitchen corridor. This time, Harley didn't make an excuse to leave, but followed them inside.

As she passed the common room, she overheard people talking about her—Harry Potter, the savior, the dark wizard Harry Potter.

"That Rita Skeeter is talking complete nonsense. No one can defeat Dumbledore!"

"But she was the savior! She defeated Voldemort!"

"God knows what happened to her when she was a child? Besides, wasn't she a Squib?"

"No, my dad said she might have gotten the test wrong for some reason, and she might have become an asymptomatic person now!"

The group was discussing themselves intensely, while Harley remained silent, her head tucked in, as she casually picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Looking at the image of herself as a demon with bared teeth and claws on the newspaper, Harley suddenly felt an urge to laugh.

To be honest, when Tsugumi told Harley about her identity, she was initially stunned, and then—angry.

She didn't know what she had done to be called a savior by these wizards, but in any case, was throwing her into the Dursleys' house the way a savior should be treated?

Whatever I did helped your world get rid of a terrible terrorist. I don't ask for anything else, but at least can't I have a carefree childhood?

And this is how Tsugumi answered—

"That makes perfect sense," Tsugumi thought to herself, mockingly.

"Look how you treated the last savior! You nailed her to the cross, then pierced her body to kill her. In that case, the wizards have been extremely polite to you, their savior!"

"The fact that they didn't stab you to death on the cross already shows that they were indeed very forgiving of the Savior!"

Harley rolled her eyes, but she really couldn't argue with that!

Humans may indeed have such a despicable streak; no matter who performs the greatest act of redemption for them, once the other party is weak and in trouble, they will ruthlessly kick them when they are down.

Harley sighed as she returned to her room and went straight to sleep, feeling that today had been quite an exciting day. After all, she had very important things to do tonight.

Her roommates, seeing her go to bed so early, thought she wasn't feeling well. They asked her about it, but she brushed them off. Soon after, Harley closed her eyes.

"Wake up, kid, it's time for your nighttime stroll."

Tsurugi's voice woke her from her sleep. Harley opened her eyes groggily, mumbled a few words, and then carefully got off the bed.

Her roommates were all asleep, and the common room was deserted. Harley tiptoed out of Hufflepuff's common room, up the spiral staircase, and through the portrait corridor.

There is no doubt that students going out at night is a serious violation of school rules.

But unfortunately, Harley's very existence is now a violation of school rules!

She hurried up the changing staircase, all the way to...

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After passing the second floor of the castle, through the history of magic classroom and Professor Binns who was dozing off inside, past the school hospital, we finally arrived at the second-floor restroom.

Is the snake you mentioned inside?

Harley looked at the huge stone pillar and water tank in the washroom in front of her, touched the snake-shaped relief on the side of the tap, and asked with some doubt,

Why is there a tap for water at the entrance to the secret chamber built by the founder of the magic academy a thousand years ago?

"Don't think too much about magic. First, try to open it the way I taught you."

"Hiss hiss hiss~~~~"

A strange sound came from Harley's mouth, sounding very bizarre and disgusting, like the sound of a snake.

However, the mechanism in front of them remained completely unmoved.

"It seems you really don't have the talent for parsley," Tsugumi said, seemingly unsurprised.

“You can even imitate wizards, but you really don’t have any talent for wizarding at all.”

"What should I do? I can't exactly crawl down the sewers, can I?" Harley paused for a moment, then whispered.

"Do I really have to kill the snake below?"

"Of course, how will you obtain enough magic power if you don't kill it?" Tsugumi coaxed.

"I can help you activate the Noble Phantasm the first time, but you'll have to pay for the magic power yourself afterward."

"Even now, the Thousand Faces skill you maintain is only based on my remaining magic power, and it can only last for a month or two. Even if you don't expose yourself, it will lose its effect."

"Moreover, your life probably won't last more than a month."

Tsugumi's words left Harley speechless.

She briefly relinquished her Thousand Faces ability, revealing her true appearance. Looking at her pale face in the mirror, she slowly pulled open her collar.

Right there, on her left breast, near her heart, was a pattern resembling a black thorn.

It seems to have more than doubled in size since I first saw it.

“When the time comes, Gungnir will pierce your heart,” Tsugumi said in a lamenting voice.

"The gun of fate will transcend time and cause and effect, killing and erasing you. You will become a member of its wild hunt, reduced to a puppet without self-awareness."

"Don't worry, you won't become a Dementor. Maybe you'll become a Valkyrie?"

Harley's lips twitched slightly as she buttoned up her clothes and took a deep breath.

"Excuse me, but I have no desire to serve the Vikings in Valhalla!"

"Ha, then struggle on!" Tsugumi said with a laugh.

"Savior of the world, only by striving upwards can you ultimately achieve a glorious result!"

Dongjiang spoke half the truth and half the lie.

The path to godhood requires endless killing! : 298. Harley Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

After Tsurugo rescued Harley, the first thing she received was terrible news.

Theoretically speaking, she is already dead.

Odin's spear pierced her heart, and by fate, she was already in a predetermined state of future death in a month at most.

When Tsurugi saved her, he only delayed her death.

She can only survive by defeating 'Odin'.

This goal was so grand and distant that Harley felt powerless and desperate.

Huh? The one who defeated the king of the gods in Norse mythology? Me?

But Tsurugi told her that Odin wasn't the real Odin, and Harley could see him as someone she could defeat.

Mosquitoes can kill humans, and the probability is roughly that high.

Although still desperate, Harley would not accept this outcome. Her mindset had become somewhat timid and even resigned after more than a decade of abuse and oppressive upbringing, but this had also given her considerable resilience.

There's no reason not to do something unless it's 100% impossible!

Since I'm likely to die anyway, why not take a gamble before I die? Enjoy life?

She doesn't even have the means to enjoy that!

As for the origins of Tsurugi, this 'kind-hearted devil,' and other issues, Harley was too preoccupied to think about them anymore. After all, for her now, there was only one main quest.

Survive, then defeat Odin and break the curse!