After seeing Professor Dumbledore out of the Dursleys' house and watching him disappear beyond the front door, Harley prepared to return to her room.
She ran straight into the Dursleys, who were hurrying downstairs in high spirits.
Uncle Vernon was still turning excitedly to Aunt Petunia as he said, "We've finally gotten rid of that freak!
Looks like I'm sure to land this deal! Then we can go pick out a villa on Mallorca!"
Then he turned around and saw the smile on Harley's face.
The fat on Uncle Vernon's body jiggled, but he still plucked up the courage to say, "Y-you haven't already left with your headmaster?"
"Oh, dear Professor Dumbledore probably wanted to give me a little time to write to my friends," Harley said nonchalantly.
"So he won't be coming to get me until nine tomorrow morning. Happy?"
After that, Harley paid no more attention to Uncle Vernon, who stood frozen on the stairs.
Spider Silk appeared out of thin air behind her and wrapped around her waist, lifting her straight into the air before setting her down safely in front of her room.
Harley had learned that trick from Spider-Man. Before becoming a Demoness, she had sneaked a look at Dudley's comics and been captivated by Spider-Man.
Later, inspired by Spider-Man, Harley had thought of wrapping Spider Silk around her waist to get around and kite the Weapon Master to death from a distance, since she didn't have a bow and arrows.
Harley returned to her room and flopped onto the bed, recalling her earlier conversation.
Professor Dumbledore hadn't asked about quite a few details concerning the House-elf, and she hadn't volunteered them.
It seemed the two of them had developed a strange understanding.
After thinking for a moment, Harley began writing to her friends to