While Harley was still letting her imagination run wild, she suddenly felt the Dark Magic she had left on Peter Pettigrew stir.
Harley's body stiffened instantly, then relaxed again.
"What happened to Peter Pettigrew?" Harley wondered.
The suggestion she had planted in Peter Pettigrew would trigger her power only under a few special circumstances.
Seeing that no one around her was paying attention, Harley carefully put on the Manipulation Glasses and immersed most of her consciousness in them, leaving only a small portion of her surface awareness to respond to simple questions from others.
Through Peter Pettigrew's eyes, Harley saw that he was standing at the edge of a pitch-black forest. A woman lay in front of him.
The woman was plump and not very tall, and she wore robes identifying her as a member of the British Ministry of Magic.
She was unconscious, and judging by the viewpoint, Peter Pettigrew had probably knocked her out from behind.
Harley furrowed her brows and quietly sifted through Peter Pettigrew's memories.
"Bertha Jorkins... a member of the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the British Ministry of Magic..."
There was no change in the expression on Harley's physical face, but her consciousness frowned slightly.
"Is he planning to take her to Voldemort as an offering? To see if he can interrogate her for information about the Ministry of Magic?"
Harley sighed and shook her head. Demonesses were indeed evil, but she still had some moral boundaries.
She quickly found herself a reason:
"Voldemort doesn't have much power right now, so this is the best time to control and guide him."
"Taking Bertha Jorkins to Voldemort could very well lead to unpredictable consequences."
"Besides..." Harley glanced discreetly at Bertha's abdomen.
"She's pregnant. The baby is probably not even five months along. She's