This World Is Truly Interesting

Just as Harley made up her mind, a familiar yet strange voice suddenly rang out from the stairs behind her:

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

A thin, middle-aged woman with blonde hair stood at the top of the stairs. She seemed to subconsciously assume that the young girl at the door was still the familiar Harry.

But she felt as if something were wrong with her eyes; why was there a young girl standing at the door?

Moreover, she was so beautiful, full of charm, and bore traces of Lily from back then, yet she was even more beautiful than Lily had ever been.

Especially those green eyes, which immediately reminded Petunia of her annoying sister, whom she had envied and resented so much.

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

It was only then that Harley remembered a problem she couldn't ignore.

Although she wanted to play with the Dursley family slowly and repay them, the fact that she had become a Witch could not be hidden.

So they would definitely notice her change immediately; after all, they weren't blind.

Although Harley had completely accepted the fact that she was a Witch and had changed her name, that group of ordinary people didn't know it! At the very least, Aunt Petunia and the Dursley family before her were ordinary people, and they would most likely not accept such a fact, so there would certainly be a violent reaction.

Click!

Harley snapped her fingers lightly, and a cluster of pitch-black, deep flames appeared abruptly in mid-air, flickering constantly.

As Harley blew a soft breath, the flames hovering in front of her flew instantly to the top of Aunt Petunia's head.

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

But she had underestimated the psychological endurance of an ordinary woman. Aunt Petunia screamed in terror and sat down hard on the stairs.

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

But after seeing the black flames dancing around Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon also let out a scream: "Monster!"

Then, his gaze shifted hatefully toward the bottom of the stairs. Before he could even see clearly who was standing there, he grabbed his slipper and threw it.

At the same time, Uncle Vernon shouted, "Monster, get out of my house!"

Harley frowned slightly. Another cluster of black flames appeared out of thin air and shot out like a bullet, turning the slipper into ashes in mid-air.

Seeing this, Uncle Vernon finally realized that the target downstairs had the ability to kill him easily, and cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body.

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

So, Uncle Vernon barely managed to keep from falling. Instead, he pulled hard on the doorknob of Dudley's room behind him, shouting to his son, who had been awakened by the screaming:

"Sweetie, don't come out! There's a monster outside, it'll kill people!"

However, Dudley didn't seem willing to listen to his father. Instead, he struggled to pull the doorknob from inside the room, wanting to open the door and see what the monster looked like.

Harley frowned slightly and snapped her fingers again. The black flames on Aunt Petunia's head dropped directly onto the door of Dudley's room, instantly burning it into a pile of ash.

Dudley retreated a few steps and fell heavily to the ground, while Uncle Vernon slammed into the railing, his face turning the color of a pig's liver.

Harley beckoned, controlling the black flames to return to Aunt Petunia's head while marveling at how useful this Cursed Black Flame was.

As long as a specific target was marked, the black flames would never spread; they would only burn the target to ashes.

At this moment, Dudley also managed to stand up and rushed out of the room, wanting to see what kind of monster dared to destroy his door!

But when he saw the black flames circling Aunt Petunia's head, he let out a miserable shriek, only to have his mouth covered by Uncle Vernon immediately after.

By now, Uncle Vernon had also seen the appearance of the "monster" downstairs, and he covered his mouth in shock.

The "monster" downstairs had beautiful long black hair, emerald green eyes, and an exquisite face. She was simply full of charm.

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

"Y... you are...?" Uncle Vernon asked, stuttering.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Harley Potter." Miss Harley lifted her skirt, curtsied slightly, and bowed elegantly.

"I'm so sorry, but your dear nephew Harry has permanently become a Witch, so you'll have to accept this reality."

Seeing the Dursley family with their mouths agape, looking completely incredulous, Miss Harley crooked her finger:

"I think we need to sit down and have a good talk. I believe I have a way to make you accept this fact."

Surrounded by black flames, the Dursley family was finally willing to sit down at the dining table for a proper chat.

Harley watched them acting like quails and felt a surge of pleasure. As expected, people essentially bow to greater power!

"How did you learn magic?" Before Harley could even ask, Aunt Petunia couldn't help but speak up.

"You haven't even gone to that school yet, how could you have learned magic, and even changed your gender!"

Harley couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, marveling that Aunt Petunia had forgotten about the black flames so quickly and dared to take the initiative to question her.

And what did she mean by "gone to that school"? Aunt Petunia's words held hidden meaning.

As for becoming a Witch, Harley wasn't prepared to answer. After all, if she hadn't become a Witch back then, she might have died.

As for returning to the Red Priest pathway, while she was being hunted by the Witch Sect, how could she have considered so much?

Moreover, the Witch of Agelessness possessed such formidable survival capabilities that she certainly wouldn't consider switching to the War Bishop pathway.

In any case, Harley had already grown accustomed to being a girl, even though she still felt a deep sense of revulsion whenever men tried to make advances toward her.

"That's not important. I ask, you answer." A ball of black flame appeared on Harley's fair, slender fingers, then began to swirl around her hand.

Seeing this, Aunt Petunia decisively chose to shut her mouth.

"How dare you threaten your aunt?" Uncle Vernon, on the other hand, seemed to have regained his courage, slamming the table and shouting angrily, "If we hadn't taken you in back then, you would have starved to death somewhere long ago!"

"Yes, yes, indeed!" Harley blew a breath at the flame, effortlessly sending it drifting forward, "I am grateful for your upbringing, which is why you are still here talking to me instead of... never mind, it doesn't matter. Just answer my questions."

As she spoke, a cup on the table turned directly into ash. Uncle Vernon shrank back once more and obediently clamped his mouth shut.

Harley took out the letter and began to ask questions, starting with the school called Hogwarts mentioned on it, and posed new inquiries based on the answers provided by the Dursley family—primarily Aunt Petunia.

Two hours passed quickly, and as the time neared nine o'clock, Harley had basically clarified all of her questions.

"This world is truly interesting! Only those with the aptitude are qualified to learn extraordinary powers; what an unfair world it is."

After listening to Aunt Petunia's account, Harley suddenly understood a little why she disliked her.

After all, anyone who witnessed their own biological sister stepping into the magical world while they remained so far removed from it would, to some extent, become twisted.

Turning love into hate was understandable; after all, there were quite a few such perverts among the Beyonders. Of course, understanding was one thing, but whether or not she would forgive her was an entirely different matter.