Harley's Honorific Name

Time to rewind a few minutes.

After using the Mirror substitute, Harley was swapped to the location where the Mirror—which had sacrificed itself heroically—had originally stood: the entrance to the forbidden corridor on the fourth floor.

After rubbing her chest and soothing her constantly fluctuating emotions, Harley decided to settle this score.

Unless she couldn't win, a Witch never lets a grudge last 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 Dumbledore dared to leave it lying around without fearing that lower-year students might come into contact with it, this mirror wasn't particularly dangerous.

Since that was the case, now that Harley had pinpointed the location of the Mirror of Erised, she could attempt to sneak directly into the mirror world within it.

Voldemort would surely return to the mirror, just as she had seen when she first entered the room, to carefully study it in hopes of finding something.

That would be Harley's chance. Voldemort likely wouldn't pay attention to the mirror world, so Harley could take the opportunity to stab him.

Harley believed that the Black Flame coating her blade, which could burn the soul, would deal significant damage to Voldemort—

Especially since he was already in such a severely wounded state.

Of course, during this process, Harley would be extremely cautious.

Whether it was sneaking into the mirror world of a mirror or ambushing a severely wounded demigod, neither was an easy task.

One slip-up, and Harley would have to consider turning herself into a spirit—if she even had the chance.

Of course, when it came to the actual operation, the process was a bit beyond Harley's expectations.

The Mirror of Erised offered no resistance or reaction to Harley's intrusion; one could even say it didn't deserve the title of a "Magic Mirror."

Look at other magic mirrors; which one wasn't super dangerous?

Many low-sequence magic mirrors could connect to extremely dangerous places in the Spirit World, forming a terrifying mirror world.

Of course, this was a good thing for Harley, as it allowed her to sneak behind the surface of the Mirror of Erised with great ease.

Next, Harley watched Voldemort's performance, and as he approached the Mirror of Erised, she easily plunged the dinner knife burning with Black Flame into Voldemort's chest.

Suffering such a grievous injury, Voldemort let out a scream, his consciousness rapidly fading. He realized that he might fail this time.

But before losing consciousness, the corners of Voldemort's mouth curled into a cruel smile:

"So it was you, little mouse, who was hindering me, Harley Potter! But it is a pity; the great Voldemort is immortal, while you are quite different."

As he spoke, the body of "Professor Quirrell" suddenly ignited, plumes of black smoke spreading and constantly expanding.

Harley's pupils constricted, and without hesitation, she prayed in the Giant Language:

"The attendant of disaster and source of calamity, The master of pain and despair, The returning guest of this era, The immortal witch, The great Harley Potter!

I pray for you to grant me power, to help me overcome the current crisis!"

In an instant, Harley's status was temporarily elevated. Her hair grew rapidly, wrapping around her to form a cocoon.

The outer layer of the cocoon was covered in layers of Frost and Black Flame, tightly shielding her.

The explosive power Voldemort had gained by completely sacrificing his current body detonated within the cramped room, and Harley felt her defenses being subjected to constant impact.

However, thanks to Harley praying to herself in advance and borrowing the power of her mythical creature form, even though it was only a sliver of power, it was enough for Harley to survive this violent attack.

The magic in the room finally returned to calm, and the walls, which had clearly been reinforced with magic, were now pitted and scarred. The Mirror of Erised had also fallen against the wall, suffering a certain degree of damage.

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

Professor Quirrell's body had been completely consumed by Voldemort to trade for power; now, not even ashes remained.

A gray light appeared out of thin air and barely managed to condense into the image of Voldemort. He seemed extremely shocked to see that Harley was still alive.

"How could you still be alive!" Voldemort shouted in anger.

"Well, that is truly embarrassing, Mr. Voldemort!" Harley smiled and curtsied slightly.

"After all, your strength is too weak; you couldn't even break my defenses, so how could you talk about hurting me?"

A trace of gloom flashed across Voldemort's illusory face, and his cold, chilling voice sounded once more:

"Heh, brat, don't think that winning against the Dark Lord once in a while proves you are strong!

It is only because I am not in my prime! And you must remember, the Dark Lord cannot be killed!"

After delivering a harsh threat, Voldemort turned back into a gray light and left by passing directly through the wall.

Clearly, he knew very well that he had failed this time. Staying any longer would only give Dumbledore a chance to corner him.

Although Voldemort was confident that Dumbledore couldn't hurt him, let alone capture him, Voldemort still chose to remain cautious. If Dumbledore were to discern his true state or figure out what magic he had used to remain immortal, that would be disastrous.

Harley also let out a breath, relieved by the departure of Voldemort. If the fight had continued, Harley would have truly been at risk of losing control.

After all, Harley had even temporarily borrowed the power of her mythical creature form.

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

In the process, Harley's mythical creature form was also sealed layer by layer, until her strength dropped to Sequence 7, at which point the mythical creature form finally fell into a complete slumber.

After all, as a demigod, Harley could not control her mythical creature form for long periods; she could at most allow it to not resist the sealing of external forces, but she could not seal herself.

Therefore, even though Harley only obtained her mythical creature form at Sequence 4, sealing it required her to suppress her strength back down to Sequence 7.

And tonight, after unsealing a certain amount of power, although Harley still could not use her mythical creature form to fight directly, she was already able to mobilize a certain amount of power by praying to herself using her honorific name.

In any case, praying to oneself was certainly within the acceptable range, and it would certainly be answered.

Theoretically, as long as Harley had sufficient spirituality, this ability could be maintained for a long time.

But in reality, overusing the mythical creature form would only lead to her losing control.

For the sake of her own mental health, Harley could only treat this as a desperate, life-or-death ability; unless absolutely necessary, she would firmly refuse to activate it.

As for the string of words Harley had previously chanted in Giant Language, that was her honorific name back when she was at Sequence 3.

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

However, after returning, Harley naturally made the corresponding adjustments to ensure that the directionality of the honorific name remained correct.

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Apologies, I was a bit slow today; I am still revising the previous content. In order to make this book better and better, I will be slowly modifying many of the details in the earlier chapters.