Harley's Honorific Name

Time rewound to a few minutes earlier.

After using the Magic Mirror Substitute, Harley switched places with the Magic Mirror that had heroically sacrificed itself as her substitute, arriving at the entrance to the fourth-floor restricted area where it had originally been.

After rubbing her chest and soothing her turbulent emotions, Harley decided to get revenge.

Unless she couldn't beat them, a Demoness never let a grudge carry over overnight!

After a brief moment of thought, Harley came up with a clever plan:

The Mirror of Erised was also a mirror, so it could connect to the mirror world.

And judging by the fact that Professor Dumbledore dared to leave it lying around without worrying that younger students might come into contact with it, the mirror was not particularly dangerous.

Since Harley had already determined the Mirror of Erised's location, she could try slipping directly into the mirror world behind it.

Voldemort would surely return to the mirror, just as he had when Harley first entered the room, studying it carefully as he searched for something.

That was when Harley's chance would come. Voldemort probably would not pay attention to the mirror world, so Harley could take the opportunity to stab him.

Harley believed that the Black Flame attached to her blade, capable of burning souls, would deal no small amount of damage to Voldemort—

Especially when he was already so severely injured.

Of course, Harley would have to be extremely careful throughout the process.

Whether infiltrating the mirror world of a Magic Mirror or ambushing a heavily injured demigod, neither was an easy task.

One careless move, and Harley could consider turning herself into an undead—if she had the chance.

Of course, when it came time to put the plan into action, things went somewhat differently from what Harley had expected.

The Mirror of Erised offered no resistance or reaction whatsoever to Harley's intrusion. It could hardly even live up to the name Magic Mirror.

Look at the other Magic Mirrors—weren't they all incredibly dangerous?

Many low-Sequence Magic Mirrors could connect to extremely dangerous places in the spirit world, forming terrifying mirror worlds.

Naturally, this was good news for Harley. It allowed her to slip behind the Mirror of Erised with ease.

Then Harley watched Voldemort's performance and, when he approached the Mirror of Erised, easily drove a dinner knife wreathed in Black Flame into his chest.

Having suffered such a devastating blow, Voldemort let out a scream as his consciousness rapidly faded. He realized that he might fail this time.

Yet before losing consciousness, a cruel smile curled across Voldemort's lips:

"So it was you little rat getting in my way, Harley Potter! But unfortunately, the great Voldemort is immortal, while you are not."

As he spoke, Professor Quirrell's body suddenly ignited. Clouds of black smoke spread out and swelled continuously.

Harley's pupils constricted. Without hesitation, she prayed in Jotun:

"Favored one of catastrophe and the source of calamity,

Lord of suffering and despair,

Returnee of this era,

Ageless and undying Demoness,

Great Harley Potter!

I pray that you grant me strength and help me overcome this immediate crisis!"

In an instant, Harley's status temporarily rose. Her hair rapidly grew, wrapping itself into a cocoon.

Layers of frost and Black Flame covered the outside of the cocoon, tightly encasing her within.

The explosive power Voldemort had gained by completely sacrificing his current body erupted through the cramped room, and Harley felt her defenses being battered without pause.

Fortunately, Harley had prayed to herself in advance and borrowed the power of her Mythical Creature form. Though it was only a trace, it was enough to carry her through this violent attack.

The magic in the room eventually calmed. The clearly reinforced walls had become pitted and scarred, while the Mirror of Erised had toppled against the wall and suffered some damage.

Only after sensing that there was no danger outside did Harley cautiously withdraw her defenses and look around the room.

Professor Quirrell's body had been completely consumed by Voldemort in exchange for power. Not even ashes remained.

A gray light appeared out of nowhere and barely condensed into Voldemort's image. He seemed utterly shocked to see that Harley was still alive.

"How could you possibly still be alive?!" Voldemort shouted furiously.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Voldemort!" Harley said with a smile, dipping into a slight curtsy.

"After all, you were simply too weak. You couldn't even break through my defenses, so how could you possibly hurt me?"

A shadow passed over Voldemort's illusory face, and his chilling voice rang out again:

"Heh, brat, don't think that defeating the Dark Lord once by chance means you're strong!

I simply wasn't at my peak! And remember this—the Dark Lord cannot be killed!"

After leaving behind that threat, Voldemort turned back into gray light and passed directly through the wall.

Clearly, he knew that he had already failed this time. If he stayed any longer, he would only give Dumbledore a chance to corner him.

Voldemort was confident that Dumbledore could neither harm nor capture him.

Still, Voldemort chose to retain a measure of caution. If Dumbledore figured out exactly what state he was in and what magic had made him immortal, things would be troublesome.

Harley also let out a breath, relieved that Voldemort had left. If they had kept fighting, she truly risked losing control.

After all, Harley had even temporarily borrowed the power of her own Mythical Creature form.

Back then, in order to pass through the door created by Mr. Door, Harley had forcibly sealed her own strength.

Her Mythical Creature form had likewise been sealed away layer by layer. Only when her strength had fallen to Sequence 7 had her Mythical Creature form entered complete Slumber.

After all, as a demigod, Harley could not control her Mythical Creature form for long. At most, she could make it refrain from resisting the seal imposed by external forces; she could not seal it herself.

Thus, although Harley had obtained her Mythical Creature form at Sequence 4, sealing it required her to seal her own strength back down to Sequence 7.

Tonight, after unsealing some of her power, Harley still could not use her Mythical Creature form in direct combat, but she could already draw upon some of its power by praying to herself through her honorific name.

After all, praying to herself was surely within the acceptable range, and she would surely answer.

Theoretically, as long as Harley had enough spirituality, she could maintain this ability for a long time.

But in reality, excessive use of her Mythical Creature form would only cause her to lose control.

For the sake of her mental health, Harley could only treat it as a last-ditch ability and would never use it unless absolutely necessary.

As for the words Harley had recited in Jotun earlier, those were her honorific name when she was Sequence 3.

Of course, while she was still in the world of the Sequence Pathway, the third line of Harley's honorific name had been "Visitor from a Non-Existent Era."

But after returning, Harley naturally made the appropriate adjustments to ensure that her honorific name still pointed to the correct target.

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Sorry for being a little slow today. I'm still revising the earlier chapters. To make this book better and better, I will gradually revise many of the earlier details.