This World Is Really Interesting

At the same time Harley made up her mind, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the stairs behind her.

"Harry! What are you doing... Who are you? Why have you broken into my house?"

A thin, blonde, middle-aged woman stood at the top of the stairs. She seemed to have instinctively assumed that the girl at the door was still the familiar Harry.

But she felt as if there was something wrong with her eyes. Why was there a girl standing at the door?

And such a beautiful girl, full of charm, with traces of Lily about her—but even prettier than Lily.

Especially those green eyes. They immediately reminded Petunia of her detestable younger sister, whom she had always envied and resented.

"Aunt Petunia?" Harley's red lips parted slightly. Then she glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already past six.

Only then did Harley remember a problem she couldn't ignore.

Although she wanted to take her time tormenting the Dursleys and pay them back, there was no hiding the fact that she had become a Demoness.

So they would definitely notice the change right away. After all, they weren't blind.

Harley had completely accepted that she was a Demoness and had even given herself a new name.

But those ordinary people didn't know that! At least Aunt Petunia and the rest of the Dursleys were ordinary people, and they probably wouldn't accept this reality. So their reaction was bound to be intense.

Click!

Harley snapped her fingers. A mass of deep, pitch-black flame appeared out of nowhere in midair, flickering and swaying.

With a gentle puff from Harley, the flame spiraling before her shot straight to the top of Aunt Petunia's head.

At the same time, Harley raised a finger to her lips, silently signaling Aunt Petunia to be quiet.

But she had underestimated an ordinary woman's ability to handle stress. Aunt Petunia shrieked in terror and dropped onto the stairs.

"What's going on? Petunia! Petunia!" In the Dursleys' bedroom, Uncle Vernon heard Aunt Petunia scream and rushed out at once.

But when he saw the black flames dancing around Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon screamed too. "Monster!"

Then he glared hatefully down the stairs. Before he could even make out who was standing below, he grabbed a slipper and hurled it.

"Monster, get out of my house!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

Harley frowned slightly. Another mass of black flame appeared from thin air and shot out like a bullet, turning the slipper to ash in midair.

Seeing this, Uncle Vernon finally realized that the target downstairs could kill him with ease. Cold sweat broke out all over him.

But his wife was right beside him, and his son was in the room behind him.

So Uncle Vernon managed to stay on his feet. He gripped the doorknob to Dudley's room and shouted to his son, who had been woken by the screaming.

"Sweetheart, don't come out! There's a monster outside. You'll die!"

But Dudley didn't seem inclined to listen to his father. Instead, he tugged desperately at the doorknob from inside the room, trying to open the door and see what the monster looked like.

Harley frowned slightly and snapped her fingers. The black flame above Aunt Petunia's head fell onto Dudley's bedroom door, burning it to ash in an instant.

Dudley stumbled backward and fell heavily to the floor. Uncle Vernon slammed into the railing, his face turning a deep purple.

Harley beckoned, guiding the black flame back to Aunt Petunia's head as she marveled at how useful the cursed Black Flame was.

Once it marked a target, the Black Flame would never spread. It would only burn the target to ash.

By now, Dudley had managed to get to his feet and rushed out of the room, eager to see what kind of monster would dare destroy his door!

But the moment he saw the black flame circling above Aunt Petunia's head, he let out a scream. Uncle Vernon promptly clapped a hand over his mouth.

Uncle Vernon had also gotten a clear look at the "monster" downstairs, and clapped a hand over his own mouth in shock.

The "monster" downstairs had long, beautiful black hair, emerald-green eyes, and delicate features. She was utterly captivating.

But why did she look so much like his nephew, Harry?

"Y-you... who are you...?" Uncle Vernon stammered.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Harley Potter." Miss Harley lifted the skirt of her dress and gave a graceful curtsy.

"I'm terribly sorry, but your dear nephew Harry has permanently become a Demoness, so you'll have to accept that."

Seeing the Dursleys staring at her with their mouths hanging open, unable to believe what they were hearing, Miss Harley crooked a finger.

"I think we should sit down and have a proper chat. I'm sure I can find a way to help you accept this."

With black flames surrounding them, the Dursleys finally agreed to sit down at the dining table and talk.

Looking at how they huddled together like quails, Harley felt a surge of delight. As expected, people instinctively bowed to greater power!

"How did you learn magic?" Before Harley could ask anything, Aunt Petunia couldn't hold back.

"You haven't even gone to that school yet. How could you have learned magic—and changed your sex!"

Harley couldn't help raising an eyebrow. She was surprised Aunt Petunia had already forgotten the black flame from before and dared to question her.

And what did she mean by "that school"? Aunt Petunia's words seemed to imply something.

As for becoming a Demoness, Harley had no intention of answering. After all, if she hadn't become a Demoness back then, she might have died.

As for switching back to the Red Priest Pathway, she hadn't had time to consider that while the Demoness Sect was hunting her.

Besides, the Demoness of Unaging was so good at staying alive that Harley had never considered switching to the War Bishop Pathway.

Harley was used to being a girl by now, anyway, though she still felt disgusted by the thought of men wanting to get intimate with her.

"That doesn't matter. From now on, I ask the questions, and you answer." A mass of black flame appeared on Harley's slender, pale fingers, circling around her hand.

At the sight, Aunt Petunia promptly fell silent.

"How dare you threaten your aunt?" Uncle Vernon, on the other hand, seemed to have found his courage again. He slapped the table and shouted, "If we hadn't taken you in, you would've starved to death somewhere!"

"That's right, that's right!" Harley blew at the flame, sending it drifting forward with ease.

"I'm grateful to you for raising me. That's why you can keep talking with me here, instead of... Never mind. Just answer my questions."

As she spoke, one of the cups on the table turned to ash. Uncle Vernon shrank back and obediently shut his mouth again.

Harley took out the letter and began by asking about Hogwarts, the school named on it. She asked more questions based on the Dursleys' answers—mainly Aunt Petunia's.

Two hours passed in a flash. As it neared nine o'clock, Harley had gotten a basic understanding of everything she wanted to know.

"This world is really interesting! Only people with talent are allowed to learn supernatural powers. What an unfair world."

After hearing Aunt Petunia's account, Harley suddenly understood a little better why she hadn't liked her.

After all, anyone who watched their own sister enter the magical world while they themselves remained so far from it would end up a little twisted.

Love turning to hatred was understandable; there were plenty of Beyonders like that. But understanding was one thing. Forgiving her was another.