After spending an hour in the Potter family vault at Gringotts, Harley returned to the surface.
Her pockets were stuffed with gold coins and jewels, but there was no smile on Harley's face.
"I'll dismantle those damn carts the Goblins use sooner or later!" Harley thought angrily, pulling out a bottle of essential oil and holding it beneath her delicate nose for a gentle sniff.
She had made the essential oil herself, adding a few hairs from a certain Half-Veela.
That had made it useless as an ingredient for rituals, but it smelled much better.
Once she had banished the nausea completely, Harley set off to buy books along her planned route.
That way, when Hermione arrived, she could focus on accompanying the young witch around Diagon Alley.
After a busy morning, Harley returned to her room at the Leaky Cauldron.
She planned to take a beauty nap and prepare for that night's activities.
But her plans were ruined before she could put them into action.
When she returned to her room, old Tom had already brought her lunch and set it on the table.
As she ate white bread, Harley leafed through the newspapers from the past few days.
The papers from the previous few days had all been reporting on Harley's victory in the Wizarding School Potion Championship. There were even two photos of her holding the Golden Cauldron aloft in the plaza in the Magic Garden.
Yesterday's Evening Prophet had even published an exclusive interview with Harley.
As for this morning's Daily Prophet, the headline had changed again. This time, it announced that Harley had received the Order of Merlin, First Class.
Photos of Harley posing with various important figures, along with the accompanying articles, filled four whole pages.
As she looked through the paper and saw