When Harley appeared again, she had landed squarely on the foremost Acromantula.
"You're so big. I'm guessing you're a female," Harley said casually, patting the Acromantula's head.
Though the Acromantula sensed death approaching and began thrashing wildly, Harley remained firmly seated on its back.
The dagger Harley had taken from the House of Potter vault danced between her fingers like a fluttering butterfly, glinting with a cold light.
At last, the dagger plunged cleanly into the Acromantula's head, ending its life.
"The hardness of the skull matches what the books say. Ugh, it reeks in there!"
Though a large group of Acromantulas surrounded her, Harley didn't seem to care in the slightest. She even began conducting academic research.
Her voice wasn't quiet, so all the Acromantulas nearby could hear her.
After all, according to the notes in one of Nicolas's frivolous books, Fantastic Beasts in the Pot, Acromantulas were magical constructs deliberately created by ancient Warlocks to guard their homes and treasures.
That meant these beasts could understand human speech and even speak themselves.
Harley figured that if she made them angry, they probably wouldn't suddenly retreat.
Sure enough, the Acromantulas were enraged by Harley's flippant attitude and taunting words.
Several Acromantulas went berserk and charged at the female's corpse.
A few of the slightly smarter ones quickly climbed nearby trees and spat silk down at Harley from above, trying to trap the petite human girl.
But Harley vanished once more.
She made full use of the agility granted by the Assassin Sequence, appearing again and again on the backs of other Acromantulas or in the trees around them.
Harley held a dagger in her left hand and a wand in her right, with the Demoness's Spider Silk wrapped around her waist.
As she moved, she flung out Black Flame,