Harley was wary of this new troublemaker whose identity was unknown.
After all, the newcomer's methods were impressive. Harley couldn't eavesdrop on their conversation directly, even by relying on the "artificial blood" inside Voldemort that she had tampered with.
Fortunately, the golden figure seemed just as indifferent as Voldemort to House-elves, creatures who had been enslaved for a thousand years and seemed insignificant.
So he hadn't noticed—or simply hadn't cared about—the House-elf Dobby, who was on standby inside the Chamber of Secrets walls, ready to clean. Like most wizards, he regarded House-elves as brainless slaves who only followed their masters' orders.
Since he paid Dobby no attention at all, he naturally wouldn't spend much effort watching him. There was no way he would notice the Magic Mirror on Dobby's neck, its presence deliberately concealed.
Thanks to the cooperation between the miniature Magic Mirror around Dobby's neck and the contingency Harley had left inside Voldemort, Harley finally learned what had been said in the Chamber of Secrets.
"Planning to use Azkaban against me?"
Harley sat at the table, seemingly flipping through a thin duelling notebook, but her gaze wandered.
"True, Azkaban is a good place. I was planning to go there myself at the end of the year and have a proper look around."
"I hope they can give me a sufficiently reasonable excuse. Otherwise, if I walk straight into their trap, won't I look like an idiot?"
"Harley! Someone's here to see you!" Aunt Petunia's high-pitched call came from outside as she knocked on Harley's door. "Your Charms professor, Filius Flitwick, is here!"
"Coming!" Harley casually tapped the tabletop. A smooth sheet of ice instantly formed over it.
The various ritual materials scattered across the table, along with the leftovers from the ritual, were swallowed up by the ice. Then