Pleasure

In another clearing within the Forbidden Forest, the figure of Harley suddenly materialized.

Anticipating the possibility of facing a formidable enemy, Harley had placed several Magic Mirrors and wands throughout the forest in advance, allowing her to swap positions or use mirror-travel at a moment's notice.

This was meant to be a last-resort survival tactic, but as it turned out, Harley's preparatory work had not been in vain.

After steadying herself, Harley didn't dwell on the situation; she quickly pulled on her gloves and retrieved the Bottle of Decomposition from her bag.

The unicorn head lying at Harley's feet was still slowly leaking silver-blue blood.

Harley carefully aimed the mouth of the bottle at the blood, and soon, she had collected a full bottle.

At the same time, she used her gloved finger to dip a small amount of the blood, bringing it close to her eyes to study it carefully.

Although her strength was no longer what it once was, Harley's knowledge remained vast and profound.

"The scent of a curse, born from the resentment of a dying unicorn," Harley muttered to herself.

"And toxins, toxins targeting the flesh. Any body that drinks this blood will remain in a state of living death forever."

Having determined the truth behind the curse contained within the unicorn's blood, Harley injected her spirituality into the Bottle of Decomposition to accelerate the breakdown of the liquid.

Soon, the silver-blue of the unicorn blood separated into two distinct liquids: one silver and one blue.

The silver liquid still carried the heavy, lingering scent of the curse.

However, Harley was not worried about curses. A Witch was a master of manipulating curses, and Harley possessed knowledge far beyond the level of a mere Witch.

Although Harley could not directly erase the curse at her current level, she had a more ingenious plan.

After setting up a Wall of Spirituality around her, Harley quickly arranged three candles on the ground and sprinkled various floral waters and essential oils around them.

She lit the three candles, then used a strand of her hair to prick her wrist, drawing blood into a glass bottle while simultaneously severing the connection between herself and the blood.

Once all preparations were complete, Harley poured the pure unicorn blood into her own blood and initiated the ritual.

Instantly, spirituality surged, and Harley's blood rapidly merged with the unicorn's blood.

After a period of violent churning and boiling, the bright silver unicorn blood precipitated out of the mixture, automatically floating out of the bottle and hovering in mid-air.

Harley caught the unicorn blood in a small black bowl. The blood was brimming with spirituality, but the curse had vanished.

Harley nodded in satisfaction and ended the ritual. She had used her own blood—which was disconnected from her but still full of vitality—to simulate the consumption of the unicorn blood.

In this way, the unguided curse was successfully deceived by the ritual and integrated into the discarded blood.

As for the unicorn blood, it had been successfully extracted with the aid of another ritual.

"As long as your mind doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than problems!" Humming a famous quote left behind by Emperor Roselle, Harley skillfully retrieved various materials.

The spirituality within the unicorn blood was fading, so Harley prepared to concoct the Potion that very night.

Harley added various materials to an empty bottle, and finally, with great solemnity, added the unicorn's blood.

The liquid in the bottle had turned a brilliant, shimmering silver, with specks of starlight swirling within it.

Harley reinforced the Wall of Spirituality once more, and without hesitation, drank the Potion in one gulp.

The Potion was cold, but once it hit her stomach, it felt like molten lava, rapidly filling her gut.

Harley could clearly feel the viscous, starlit silver liquid breaking down in her stomach and spreading to every corner of her body.

Then came a pain intense enough to tear her soul apart.

Harley collapsed to the ground, unable to stand, curling into a ball as she convulsed uncontrollably.

Her vision blurred, and she felt something within her Mythical Creature form slowly peeling away.

At the same time, Harley felt her spirituality becoming more active, and her strength was gradually recovering.

This state lasted for only five minutes before it ended; Harley slowly stretched out her body and managed to crawl up from the ground.

She let out a violent cough, expelling a gelatinous substance.

That was the Beyonder characteristic of a Sequence 6 Corrupt Baron of the Lawyer Pathway, mixed with various other substances and tainted by the pollution from Harley's Mythical Creature form.

If one were to use this to concoct a Potion, the person who drank it would either become a lunatic or drop dead on the spot.

However, Harley had no intention of using it to concoct any Potion; she intended to turn it into a Sealed Artifact.

In any case, the creation of a Sealed Artifact was quite simple: combine it with some auxiliary materials, refine the Beyonder characteristic back into a Potion, and pour it onto any ordinary object.

Next came the waiting period; as for what kind of Sealed Artifact would be produced, that was entirely up to luck.

And Harley's luck had always been excellent; it seemed as if the entire world doted on her.

If Harley didn't know any angels of the Monster Pathway, she would have thought she had been blessed by an Angel of Fate.

Harley checked her strength. She waved her hand gently, and the surrounding trees were instantly covered in strange threads.

The threads seemed to come alive in her hands, shifting into various shapes, as flexible as extensions of Harley's own fingers. They could perform high-difficulty maneuvers and even assist in Harley's core abilities.

Harley nodded in satisfaction and retracted the threads. As for the core abilities of a Pleasure Witch, she had no intention of testing them, nor was there any place to do so.

After all, Harley was just a little girl.

Finishing her familiarization with her own strength, Harley admired the Beyonder characteristic.

Although she couldn't turn it into a Sealed Artifact in the short term, by relying on the infection from her Mythical Creature form, Harley could still utilize it to a certain extent, provided she could bear the negative effects.

After confirming her current strength, Harley smiled silently, but her eyes were filled with coldness.

The demigod from before had already been in a state of severe injury and had forcibly occupied someone else's body.

Coupled with the sudden surge in his strength, Harley dared to conclude that the demigod had used a strengthening method with massive side effects.

And with so much time having passed, no matter what kind of strengthening method it was, it should be nearing its end.

"Then it's my turn to make a move; I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this pleasant hunting time." Humming a little tune, Harley performed a simple tracking spell.

The tool for tracking was that burning flying dagger from earlier. When the flying dagger burned, it didn't vanish into nothingness like the Magic Mirror; instead, it was consumed entirely by the flames.

Therefore, some small, spiritual dust had fallen onto the injured demigod, allowing Harley to track him.

She believed that the severely injured demigod wouldn't have had the chance to check himself, so Harley was quite confident.

However, the result of the tracking exceeded Harley's expectations, as it pointed toward Hogwarts castle.

Could it be that the injured demigod wanted to go back and continue masquerading as Professor Quirrell? Or was he trying to steal something?

But none of that concerned Harley; after all, in Harley's eyes, he was already a dead man.

Dead men don't need to say much; one can simply use necromancy. Harley had mastered the magical rituals regarding necromancy.

Harley quickly cleaned up the scene, recovered all the materials, and found a way to pack up the head of the poor unicorn.

Afterward, Harley moved rapidly toward Hogwarts castle, chasing in the direction of the demigod she had tracked.

"Come on, let's use the life of a severely injured demigod to celebrate the reappearance of a Pleasure Witch!"

(Thanks to Bao Baozi for the tip to cheer you on!)

(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Flame Fox for the tip!)

(Thanks to Meng Lan Si Zhu for the tip!)