Misled Dumbledore

Everything Harley said was, of course, true. After discovering the extra soul fragment within herself, Harley naturally had to find a way to probe what was going on.

However, that soul fragment was already filled with a will of madness and loss of control at the time, so Harley could only detect a faceless human head and a single phrase: Avada Kedavra.

Since Dumbledore was so interested in what was missing from her soul, she might as well tell him these things.

However, Harley still had to add a little more content to cover up the information regarding the Witch sequence.

"At the same time, I feel like I have some extra memories in my mind this morning, as if they were memories of me living as a boy.

"Also, I have gained some strange abilities." As she spoke, Harley held up a finger, and black flames emerged from it.

"Look, Headmaster Dumbledore." Harley's tone was filled with irrepressible joy. "As soon as I woke up, I discovered that I could conjure and control this kind of black flame out of thin air."

After hearing Harley's words, the smile on Dumbledore's face vanished, replaced by a grave expression.

Harley's few short sentences gave him over a dozen hypotheses, some of which even touched upon the secret of Voldemort's immortality.

Yes, when Harley mentioned that unique, faceless human head, Dumbledore basically confirmed who Harley was talking about.

And when Harley released the black, magic-infused flames, Dumbledore almost drew his wand.

After all, according to Dumbledore's knowledge, the only black magical fire in the entire wizarding world was Fiendfyre!

But soon, Dumbledore calmed down and recognized that it was just a special kind of magical fire; it lacked the unique, evil aura of Fiendfyre.

Of course, this flame also seemed rather sinister, belonging to the category of Dark Magic, and its power was greater than that of ordinary fire.

"A very interesting phenomenon." Dumbledore nodded, deciding to focus on the young Harley first and study these issues after he returned.

"Regarding your dream, I cannot explain it for the moment. After I return, I will find a master of dream interpretation to analyze your dream from a magical perspective.

"As for the black flames you can suddenly release, I can only say they are very special—truly very special.

"However, some wizards are gifted and can naturally use certain types of magic, so your situation can be considered rare, but not unheard of."

As he spoke, Dumbledore stood up and looked at the clock on the wall: "Ah, it is getting late!

"Now, let me take you to purchase your school supplies, Harley, and by the way, let you get a look at the wizarding world."

"But Headmaster Dumbledore, I don't have any money." Harley said softly, a slight flush appearing on her fair cheeks.

"You know, my parents unfortunately passed away and didn't leave me anything. I imagine my uncle and aunt wouldn't be willing to spend money to support my study of magic..."

"I will absolutely not spend a single penny to hire a bunch of tricksters to teach a freak! Absolutely not!"

Although Uncle Vernon had been stopped by his wife and had been huddled in the dining room silently eavesdropping, he couldn't help himself when he heard it might cost him money.

But his voice vanished immediately after, as his wife covered his mouth, terrified that her irrational husband would anger the witch and the old wizard outside and end up being turned into a toad from a fairy tale by the old wizard.

However, Headmaster Dumbledore was not angry; he merely raised his voice slightly: "Harley, your parents did leave you some inheritance.

"It is just that this inheritance can only be used in the wizarding world and is deposited at a certain location within the wizarding world.

"I will explain everything to you in detail on the way."

As he spoke, Dumbledore reached out his hand toward Harley: "Miss Potter, would I have the honor of inviting you to visit the wizarding world with me?"

Harley pursed her lips into a smile, took a half-step back with her right foot, and then stood steadily.

Subsequently, she extended her hand, clad in a white silk glove, and took Dumbledore's hand: "Of course, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Then please hold on tight, because I am about to use magic to travel to our destination." Dumbledore said with a smile, "The magical journey is about to begin."

With that, Dumbledore pulled Harley and spun in place, and then the two disappeared from the living room with a loud crack.

After a long while, the shaken Dursley family finally confirmed that Harley and Dumbledore had left.

Afterward, Uncle Vernon looked at the door to Dudley's room, which had disappeared, and his temper flared up again.

However, Aunt Petunia remained rational. While soothing her husband's anger, she demanded that Dudley sit in the living room and watch television.

At the same time, Aunt Petunia planned to tidy up the guest room to make space for Harley. They would soon have to purchase daily necessities for her as well.

Harley felt the surroundings turn pitch black, and she was subjected to intense squeezing from all directions, unable to catch her breath at all.

The young girl's chest felt as if it were being tightly constricted by iron hoops, her eyeballs felt as if they were being squeezed back into her head, and her eardrums seemed to be pressed deep into her skull.

Immediately after, that sensation suddenly vanished. Harley gasped for air and opened her eyes.

Before her was no longer the Dursleys' living room, but an empty room. A sign hung on the wall to the side, which read "Apparition Room."

It was incredibly noisy outside the room, and through the various sounds, Harley managed to judge that this should be a tavern.

Dumbledore had already let go of Harley's hand and was looking at her with concern: "How do you feel? Are you alright?"

Harley shook her head: "It was just a bit uncomfortable for a moment, but otherwise I'm fine. Is this the way wizards travel?"

Dumbledore nodded: "This is indeed a way of traveling in the wizarding world, called Apparition.

"However, only those who have obtained a specific license are qualified to use this method of travel.

"Using this magic without passing the corresponding exam will result in certain penalties from the Ministry of Magic, which is the official governing body of the wizarding world."

Harley nodded, noting the information about the Ministry of Magic and the long-distance movement magic in Dumbledore's words.

This spell was very ingenious, very much like an ability of the Apprentice Pathway. Harley decided that she must learn this ability.

After all, back when she was a Sequence 3 Witch of Agelessness, it had cost her a great price and the use of several Sealed Artifacts just to kill a Sequence 4 Mystic.

From this, one could see how troublesome the Apprentice Pathway was and how strong its survival capabilities were. Therefore, this was an ability Harley absolutely had to learn.

"Oh, that's right." Dumbledore gently tapped his own head, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

He then drew his wand and gave it a light wave in the air, causing a wizard's hat with a veil to appear in his hand.

"Harley, for certain special reasons, I'm afraid you will need to conceal your beautiful face for the time being."

Dumbledore said gently, "Of course, if you are unwilling to conceal it, that is no problem at all. The choice is entirely in your hands."

Harley did not hesitate; she took the wizard's hat directly and placed it on her head.

Naturally, before putting it on, Harley did not forget to quietly sense it to ensure there were no curses upon it.

"Of course I am willing, and I have already proven it with my actions." After putting on the wizard's hat, Harley looked up at Dumbledore, "I believe that a wise wizard like you must have specific arrangements for the things you do."

Dumbledore chuckled, left the room, and strode toward the pub's main hall. Harley followed closely behind.