Spirituality and Magic

While heading to Diagon Alley, Harley did not use her spirit vision to pry into anything, as she was accompanied by a demigod-level existence.

However, after Dumbledore departed, Harley used her spirit vision that very evening to observe all the items she had purchased, excluding, of course, that wand.

Through her observation, Harley was surprised to discover that her spirit vision seemed capable of gauging the strength of the magic power contained within magical items.

Several items with higher price tags, which were said to be extremely difficult to craft, emitted a stronger luster when she activated her spirit vision, marking them as objects with more "residual" magic power.

Moreover, this magical radiance was very similar to the spiritual radiance Harley was accustomed to; one could even say it was exactly the same.

In contrast, the luster emitted by several other cheap trinkets was much dimmer. As for the items in the Dursley household, they possessed almost no radiance at all.

Now, after activating her spirit vision, Harley had originally only intended to find the entrance, but she clearly saw that several people in the crowd were carrying a spiritual glow.

At that moment, those few people were pushing their luggage carts toward the partition wall between platforms nine and ten. That partition wall itself was emitting a very dazzling light.

Harley watched them pass through the wall, then took a deep breath, pushed her own cart, and walked straight through the wall.

As she passed through the wall, Harley felt an inexplicable force envelop her, as if it were verifying her identity.

The other side of the wall was also a platform, with a sign hanging above that read "Platform 9 3/4".

Docked at the platform was a crimson steam locomotive. That locomotive even made Harley think she had returned to the Loen Kingdom; after all, the other trains at King's Cross Station were not nearly as ancient.

The few people who had passed through the wall before Harley were currently checking their tickets and boarding the train. Harley pinched her earlobe again to deactivate her spirit vision, then pushed her cart over.

After boarding the train, Harley made her way to the rear of the carriages and found an empty compartment.

It was not that Harley disliked socializing, but she had some information she could not quite make sense of for the moment, so she needed a space to be alone.

Today was the first time Harley had used spirit vision to observe other wizards.

Harley had once used spirit vision to observe herself, but she had never seen any radiance of magic or spirituality on her own body.

Harley could only see her own full-body aura, all of which matched the corresponding colors, indicating she was very healthy.

As for the brilliant radiance present on those magical items, Harley could not see it on herself at all.

But just now, Harley discovered that other wizards possessed the same spiritual radiance as the magical items, some azure like the sky, others crimson as if burning with fire.

This was very interesting. No matter how proficient a pathway was at spirit vision, it could not simply identify Beyonders through spirit vision alone.

If it were truly possible to find them, the dogs kept by the churches would have long since captured every wild Beyonder.

Yet, Harley could see the brilliant radiance within the bodies of other wizards, identical to the residual spiritual radiance found in the materials of extraordinary species.

This immediately reminded Harley of another matter: she had once been called a genius within the Witch Sect.

When others first activated their spirit vision, they would quickly exhaust their spirituality. During combat, they often faced the problem of insufficient spirituality.

After all, the Witch Pathway possessed numerous abilities and powerful life-saving skills, so the consumption of spirituality was naturally very high. Thus, a lack of spirituality had always been a normal phenomenon.

However, Harley did not have this problem, or rather, her spirituality was so abundant it could be called inexhaustible.

Take the most basic ability of a Sequence 7 Witch: releasing black flame. Harley could maintain the release of black flame day and night, and her maximum duration was over ten times that of others.

Other witches would be panting and gasping for breath after a single fight, their spirituality completely depleted.

But Harley could bombard her foes with alternating black flame and frost, and finally, consume her remaining spirituality to turn invisible and escape, or simply use mirror substitution.

Harley rubbed the long hair by her ear thoughtfully as she pondered this matter.

Could it be that magic power is spirituality? Are the two the same? But why can't my spirit vision identify Beyonders, yet it can identify the wizards of this world?

Harley muttered to herself, but with too little information, she had no way to make an accurate judgment.

Nevertheless, Harley chose to record this information in a small notebook she carried with her.

She used the language of the Loen Kingdom to ensure that others could not understand it, nor could they probe into her most core secrets.

Afterward, Harley took out a book to read. Although one could gain quite a few abilities after drinking the Witch potion, most rituals and magic still required personal study; she simply had an advantage when learning specific parts of them.

Therefore, Harley had always maintained the habit of absorbing occult knowledge from all aspects, never turning away any kind of information.

This included the divination that witches used with such questionable success rates; Harley had learned a few tricks herself. Although, at Sequence 7, Harley's success rate in divination still could not compare to a Sequence 9 Seer.

After all, she was a lone wolf without many helpers, and the Witch Pathway was not welcomed by many factions.

During the holidays, Harley had almost finished reading One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi and had committed its medicinal properties to memory.

There were many herb names in it that differed from those on the Northern Continent, but their effects were extremely similar. Some even looked quite alike!

For instance, a material called Crystalline Sun Flower was the main ingredient for the Sequence 9 Bard potion of the Sun Pathway, which was controlled by the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun.

In One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Harley had found an herb called Blazing Sun Flower; the two looked quite similar in appearance, and their effects seemed close as well.

There were many other materials that exhibited the same phenomenon: different names, but identical or similar effects.

This made Harley feel expectant; perhaps many of the potions whose preparation methods she had once learned could be recreated here, and her hope of lifting the seal on her body had grown even greater.

The train had already started moving when the sliding door of Harley's compartment was opened, emitting the sound of rolling pulleys.

Harley subconsciously straightened her back, and the book in her hand was gently placed on her lap.

A smile appeared on her face, but she felt a bit displeased in her heart:

Why was someone so impolite, pulling the door open without even knocking?

They were cut from the same cloth as those commoners on the Northern Continent. Could it be that only the nobles in the Kingdom knew how to observe etiquette?

At this moment, a red-haired boy walked into the compartment, dragging his luggage behind him.

He was just about to say something when he saw a young lady with black hair wearing a white dress sitting before him, quietly looking his way with an open book resting on her lap.

The boy instantly forgot what he had intended to say, and recalling his previous rudeness, he froze in place, feeling awkward.

"Is there something you need?" Harley, seeing the boy standing there without speaking for a long time while staring straight at her, couldn't help but feel a bit displeased.

Was I really this foolish-looking back then? Just thinking about it is terrifying.

"H-hello, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley," the boy stammered.

"I just wanted to ask... is anyone else sitting here? Everywhere else is full, so I couldn't find a place to sit."

Harley shook her head: "Mr. Weasley, no one is sitting here. So you may stay, as long as you don't make too much noise."

With that, Harley lowered her head to continue reading her textbook.

Ron's face turned beet red as he quietly shoved his luggage onto the rack in the compartment, then stood there looking at a loss, not knowing what he should do.