Back in the Room of Requirement, Harley sat on the edge of the bed and quickly calmed down.

Originally, I just wanted to collect some power close to the path of night, that is, the gray-white mist that seemed to be formed by the erosion of the river of eternal darkness.

The ghost knew that his luck was so bad, or that the immortal monsters were so deep in their minds, that they stupidly ran headlong into the trap they set for themselves in the first place.

What's even more outrageous is that this trap seems to have become a public tourist check-in place, and the backhands left by God and Tianzun, the two pillars who are still playing the resurrection, have also popped up here.

And the two of them, it should be said that they are two old days, and the two pillars have helped themselves a lot in order to give themselves an extra hope of resurrection by the way.

It's all suffocating, it's incredible, but it makes perfect sense.

This incident reminded Harley to never underestimate the monsters that seemed to be asleep or dead, unable to interfere with the material world!

Harley's fingers curled a small handful of her own hair, and with a slight force, the end of the hair quietly broke.

Black hair was scattered in the palms of Hallie's hands, and with the help of magic, it turned into a piece of parchment and a quill pen.

The edge of the parchment is drawn with a mysterious symbol symbolizing the path of the witch, and the barrel and edge of the quill also have a dazzling pattern representing the path of the witch.

And these symbols and patterns are all glowing slightly, as far as possible to isolate the detection of extraordinary abilities from the outside world.

After all, she was about to write some very sensitive information, and although she had planned to refer to it in various ways, who knew if God and the Lord of Secrets would be aware of it?

After all, the audience channel has the terrifying characteristic of "everything that is said, it must be known", and the ubiquitous nature of Amuna, the former representative of the wrong way, also impressed Harley.

Be cautious, you can't go wrong.

Harley sat down at the table and began to summarize the information about tonight's encounter and harvest on parchment.

God and the mystery appear abruptly tonight, and then disappear abruptly.

I don't know if it's because the two were originally riddlers, or if these two beings were born pillars, and the initial different personality manifestations did not exist in mortal humanity.

In short, they almost unilaterally informed Harley of their meeting in this dream, informing her that they were going to make an investment, the next bet, and did not care about Harley's own attitude.

But this is also normal, not to mention the ageless witch, even the primordial witch of sequence zero is probably just a stronger canary in front of these two pillars.

Harley wasn't angry about it, or rather, she knew there was no point in being angry right now.

It is only when you succeed in becoming the old and have some of the symbols of the Fourth Pillar that you have the opportunity to let God and the Lord of Mysteries know what cruelty is.

However, these two pillars still reveal a lot of useful information to Harley.

First of all, these two great beings have fallen, and only part of the consciousness that is separated by the audience channel and hidden by the wrong way through fraudulent rules is left.

At the same time, according to God's and mysterious words and attitudes, they must have left a lot of hands in this world, ensuring that they could be revived as soon as possible if they were initially divided.

Harley was skeptical, but she suddenly remembered some history from the First Age.

Although he has gone down to the graves of so many powerhouses of the Third and Fourth Ages, and has gathered information from everywhere, he knows very little about the First Age.

The only information she knew was a small amount of information left by a Sequence III ancient scholar of the Third Age soothsayer's pathway.

According to the ancient scholar's account, two unknown beings in the First Age were in a state of madness, engaged in an endless struggle.

Now that I think about it, based on the timeline, it is reasonable to infer that these two beings are exactly the opposite of God and mystery.

In addition, they can also make limited use of the Chaos Sea and Source Fortress that they once held, but have now been originally recovered, to interfere with the City of Calamity, and they still have a certain amount of authority corresponding to their respective paths......

Wait a minute!

Thinking about Harley's pupils suddenly shrank, and when she recalled these two pillars, she suddenly found that her memory had unconsciously produced confusion and mistakes!

Harley's instincts told her that when God and Mystery appeared, both of them were dressed very ordinarily, as if they were normal wizards and waiters in the tavern.

But when Harley goes to study and searches for her memories, she finds that the image and intuition of the two are not the same.

I don't know when the Lord of Mysteries in my memories has turned into a mixture of endless eyeballs, tentacles, and worms—

There seemed to be black and white eyes rolling all over his entire body, slippery and strange tentacles waving and flapping wildly, and three different worms wriggling.

As for the specific appearance of the worms, Harley vaguely remembered a figure in a black dress, a black pointed hat, and a monocle, and had a slight guess about the worms.

But Harley didn't dare to think about it, and didn't dare to recall the images of the worms further, for fear that she would get too deep into the pillars and lose control.

But even so, as she recalled her eyes, tentacles, and worms, Harley suddenly felt a strange sensation, and her mind seemed to slow down, almost stagnating.

If the image of the Lord of Mysteries in Harry's memory is only incompatible and wrong with her intuition, then the image of God in her memory is simply confused.

At this time, the God in Hallie's memory was no longer the elegant and ordinary tavern owner, but a priest dressed in a simple and holy white robe with a cross around his neck.

No, maybe you can't call him a priest, because the God in Hallie's image is like a man and a woman, an old man and a child.

When you think about it deeper, God even appears in the form of other creatures, which can be birds in the sky, fish in the water, and animals running on the road.

He would occasionally dissolve into nothingness, leaving only a blank in Hallie's memory, or a fog.

In the body of God, it is as if all the possibilities of existence in the world are gathered!

Thinking of this, Harley secretly felt a wave of horror.

At the time, I didn't think the two pillars were strong, but now that I think about it, I feel more and more the horror of the residual power of the two.

After all, the two pillars are not something that can be touched by the current self.

Harley couldn't help but shake her head as she looked at the Calamity Witch's extraordinary traits, resurrection stones, and invisibility cloaks placed on the table next to her.

She tapped lightly on the tabletop, and finally a flame ignited in her hand, burning the parchment and quill.

The remaining ashes on the table were also curled up by Harley's long hair and absorbed directly so as not to leave any traces.

"I don't want to think so much, break all the seals first, and then think about these bad things after returning to the Ageless Witch."

Harley pondered, and pulled out from her pocket a variety of items that contained the extraordinary properties of the Night Pathway, including all kinds of pitch-black flowers, powders of spirit creatures, and faintly colored leaves.

Among the rich materials, a pair of eyeballs from the serpentine creature that Harley had hunted after the first event of the Six Tournament were placed in the center.

The pair of eyes seemed to be active at this time, and the emotions of fear that were sealed in them could be observed.

Harley took a deep breath, and two wands, mixed with her own blood and hair, flew out of her pocket, pointing at the Resurrection Stone and the Cloak of Invisibility, respectively.

At the same time, the two Deathly Hallows suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Infected and eroded by the gray-white mist, they seemed to be resisting, resisting Harley's interference.

But Harley herself had already laid out a lot of dark magic and curses in advance, and the activation on these two deathly holy artifacts had only just been generated, and she didn't have much control over these two extraordinary items that had reached the level of an earthly angel.

So their resistance doesn't have much effect, and it's just useless.

Under Harry's control, the wand on the left suddenly exploded.

Countless wand fragments did not fall to the ground, but shimmered with dark green power to envelop the Resurrection Stone, forcibly cutting it off from all contact with the outside world.

On the right, there is a faint gray-white mist on the invisibility cloak, which is forced out by the person and power from Harley's mythical bioform, and continues to rise, merging into the wand in mid-air.

The gray-white mist in the cloak of invisibility is getting thinner, and the gray-white mist in the wand is getting thinner.

At the same time, it can be clearly observed that the Cloak of Invisibility seems to be reverting to its original silver color, while the wand made of pitch-black wood is turning gray.

Finally, all the off-white mist in the cloak of invisibility had been squeezed away.

The wand levitating in mid-air also made an overwhelming "squeak" sound, as if it was under pressure that it could not bear.

Harley didn't care about this, just flipped over and took out a special glass bottle, adding various materials to it little by little.

Flowers, leaves, powder, part of the blood of the serpentine, and the pair of eyeballs in the penultimate part.

Finally, the potion was almost complete.

And the wand in mid-air, which carried the gray-white mist, was almost at its limit.

Harley snapped her fingers slightly, but the wand, which had been filled with gray-white mist and was beginning to erode, did not heed its master's call.

However, Harley was not surprised by this, she still had the means to prepare in advance.

Several spider silks instantly soared into the air and intertwined with each other to form a sturdy long whip.

The whip was covered in a pale shade of green, and it was whipped hard at the wand.

Under the whip of the spider silk whip, the wand, which was not very hard, shattered in mid-air.

The scattered fragments, connected by gray-white mist, continued to be suspended in mid-air.

The green glow on the silk whip grew brighter and brighter, enveloping the fragments.

Tiny green rays turned into small snakes, crawling along the cracks of the fragments, slowly cutting off the connection between the gray-white mist.

Eventually, all the pieces were no longer connected to each other, and they lost their ability to resist.

Pulled by their extraordinary properties, they impatiently threw themselves into the potion in Harry's hands, and melted into the water.

The potion that was still boiling suddenly calmed down, and the azure liquid began to transform little by little towards a deep black.

By the end, when everything in the glass bottle had stabilized, it didn't seem to be carrying a potion anymore.

At this time, the glass bottle seems to carry the deepest night, and the brilliant starry sky.

Harley adjusted her state slightly, and left a backhand around her to guard against outside interference, and completely sealed the Room of Requirement.

After completing all the preliminary preparations, she did not hesitate to pick up the cold and piercing potion and drank it directly.

To Harry's surprise, after swallowing the potion, she didn't experience the same severe pain that went straight to her bone marrow and brain, and spread all over her body and mind.

Harley just felt like something was wrong with all the organs in her body, and she didn't listen to herself.

The bright green eyes seemed to have struck, so Harley couldn't see anything;

The white ears seemed to be rested, so Harley couldn't hear anything;

The small, delicate Joan nose seemed to be independent, so Hallie couldn't smell anything;

Even Harley's fair, smooth skin no longer seemed to belong to her, and she could no longer feel the subtle flow of the outside air.

Harley couldn't even tell if she was standing or lying down, or floating in mid-air after drinking the potion.

She felt as if she had fallen into the deepest darkness of the night, and all her senses were leaving her, leaving her brain alone and unable to move.

In this eternal darkness, the invisible mental pressure is like a wave of tide, one after another huge waves hit, constantly impacting the girl's consciousness and oppressing the girl's spirit.

Death seemed to be creeping down with the night, and smiled at Harley.

I don't know how long it took, but just when Harley, who had lost her sense of time in the outside world, thought that something was wrong with the potion she had concocted, and that she would die in the dead silence, the situation suddenly changed.

A glimmer of starlight crept into Harry's conscious world that had fallen into the endless night.

The starlight was weak and faint, but gradually became more and more brilliant, and finally bloomed completely.

In the warm starlight, a sense of detachment gradually emerged, as if something was falling from Hallie's soul and body.

At the same time, a higher person and a powerful force began to awaken at the same time.

Harley opened her eyes, and Medusa loomed behind her, her snake's hair thick, slick and thick and filled the entire Room of Requirement.

Harley Potter, the witch of agelessness, is officially back!

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I've just started school, and I'm going to take care of the dormitory and I'm busy welcoming new students, so the latest update is probably a little late. In addition, there is a monthly pass to add more, and the author will add it tomorrow, but I really don't have time today.

(End of chapter)