Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Can you breathe normally and your heart hurts?"

"Tell me! Answer me!"

Questions popped out of Dumbledore's mouth one after another. Mori Yuesha opened her eyes in confusion and was shaken back and forth by the man: in addition to worry, his eyes also overflowed with some warmth and memories...

"I'm fine." The girl answered crisply and raised her chin: "Sir...you?"

Dumbledore stroked his freshly trimmed beard, nodded apologetically to Nagini, took a few steps back and stood in the middle of the room.

"You've caused quite a bit of trouble, kid. I tracked him down."

"Mori Yuesha." The girl raised her hand.

"Mori Yuesha, you took this..." The girl's deep eyes suddenly looked over, which made Dumbledore modify his statement implicitly: "You took this 'lady' Nagini... away. It caused quite a mess."

"Oh, are you here to catch her? Or me?"

"You can't move around with a blood-cursed orc. Can you control it?" Dumbledore shook his head solemnly without putting down his wand.

"One end?"

Mori Yuesha repeated it, pacing with her hands behind her back, as lightly as a cat stepping on the black and white keys of a piano - some strange off-key scale gradually engulfed the cabin at night.

The man swore - he had definitely seen this kind of oppressive feeling caused by great strength from someone.

But…how is that possible?

The wand was raised silently.

"Nagini likes me to be with her, Mr. Dumbledore." Mori Yuesha yawned, and the golden thread on her little finger flashed: "You can't instill your thoughts into my heart through words, everything-"

The girl suddenly showed a dangerous smile: "Everything depends on strength, Mr. Dumbledore."

"No! Wait!" Nagini came up with her skirt lifted up, blocking Dumbledore's sight - if the spell was fired from here, it would have to pass through Nagini's body...

She made the same move as Mori Yuesha just now.

With tears in her eyes, Nagini looked at Dumbledore pleadingly: "Don't let her become an enemy of the wizarding world, Mr. Dumbledore! You may have great power and strength, please take me away! I won't live long..."

"I beg you to let Mori Yuesha go."

"I forced her to let me out!"

Mori Yuesha's little head suddenly popped out from Nagini's shoulder. She held her knees and said mischievously, "Ah! You finally called me by my name, Nagini."

"Mori Yuesa! Don't come out!"

The woman's moan was responded by a sharp dagger!

"Shield Charm!" Dumbledore reacted extremely quickly!

Before the girl's shadow disappeared, he raised his wand upright to his chest - the transparent barrier shattered layer by layer under the piercing of the knife!

This spell can only block Mori Yuesha's attack!

"Good reaction." Sen Yuesha turned sideways indifferently, dodging the two spells shot at her, and her figure flashed quickly towards the retreating wizard!

She is like a cheetah ready to pounce!

"Impediment Jinx!"

"The Crimson Chains of Cyttorak!"

Two red lights shot towards each other - the difference was that the girl nimbly jumped onto the wall, leaving the spell behind her, and ran along the ceiling towards the middle-aged wizard;

And those red chains... bound one of Dumbledore's arms very accurately!

Three chains emerged from the void.

"Stupefy!"

The spell again...

Only the girl's afterimage was shattered.

She had already landed on the other side of the cabin.

"Mr. Dumbledore, why didn't you use that on me..." Mori Yuesa stopped not far away, turning the silver scalpel in her little palm.

She picked up the black tea which had not yet cooled down.

At this time, the man was still holding the magic wand and pointing it at Sen Yuesha; his other arm was tightly tied by three red chains that flashed in the void above his head, on his left side, and below.

The man with a helpless look on his face watched the girl gulp down the tea and slowly put down his wand.

"That is the Killing Curse, the Unforgivable Curse. Only extremely evil criminals would use it on others." Dumbledore curiously raised the tip of his wand and poked the chain. Sure enough, there was a dinging sound. "Even so, I made a mistake."

"I used a spell on an ordinary person -" Dumbledore paused: "Although you are not an ordinary person..."

He moved his eyes to his arm: "It's amazing... Mori Yuesa, how did you do it?"

The girl pushed herself up with her hands and sat on the table, her legs dangling back and forth.

"magic."

"Magic?" Dumbledore looked at the chain, then at the girl, and narrowed his eyes. "How are you going to kill me? With your knife?"

——The man still has the ability to continue fighting, and the wizard can continue to pose a threat as long as the wand is still in his hand.

Mori Yuesa nodded at Dumbledore's shoulder.

Suddenly, my chin felt a little itchy.

The man bowed his head.

At the neck, a sharp sword edge was swinging boredly between his artery and trachea - the little elf with long fiery hair, like her master, raised her head in a strange manner and yawned impatiently.

She has been sitting here for a long time.

"Three seconds. You only lived for three seconds, wizard."

Chapter 36 The Compromised and Tired Wizard

"No, no, no, you don't have to pay my medical bills."

In the cabin, apart from the corpse of the man in black who appeared out of nowhere and Mr. Skender who was tied up tightly, Mori Yuesha and Dumbledore were sitting face to face at the dining table. Nagini was very considerate and served a cup of tea to the handsome old man.

"More sugar, thank you." Dumbledore winked at the blood-cursed orc and pointed to the small sugar bowl not far away: "I want two, eat now."

From time to time, gunshots, shouting and collisions were heard outside the cabin, but the cabin was very quiet.

"Aren't you going to see your friends?"

Dumbledore took the small porcelain plate handed to him by Nagini, picked up two candies and put them in his mouth with a look of joy on his face.

"Arrietty can."

Mori Yuesha had released a few goblins early on, and in the look of sudden enlightenment on Dumbledore's face, she mentioned his injury again: "Really? I have a lot of small gold coins, you can take them to see a doctor."

The man smiled and picked up the wand. He waved it at his arm twice, then held it out to Mori Yuesha to see: "Wizards also have their strengths."

The girl curiously leaned forward.

"what?"

“…It’s amazing.”

Mori Yuesa poked the man's arm with her fingers—the muscles that had just been torn recovered in the blink of an eye.

The torn cuffs were restored to look like new.

"So, have we reached an agreement?" The girl put down her hand and stared at Dumbledore with a smile, then looked at Nagini who was still very nervous. This woman had been looking at Dumbledore from the beginning, with a pleading look on her face.

Until Mori Yuesha took action.

"My dear, we have no disagreement." Dumbledore took off his bowler hat and placed it on the table. After revealing his neatly combed hair, he took off two leather gloves and said, "I am just worried about the safety of an underage girl. You know, the blood-cursed orcs... I'm sorry, Ms. Nagini's 'talent' should not be around ordinary people..."

After saying this, the wizard himself laughed - with the mysterious ability to resist the killing curse and extremely offensive spells, it is obvious that Mori Yuesha is not an ordinary person.

"Mr. Skender used an unforgivable curse on you." Dumbledore got down to business and put away his smile: "I will hand him over to the Ministry of Magic."

Mori Yuesa doesn't care about the Killing Curse or the Ministry of Magic.

"Then... Nagini is free?" The girl pointed at the nervous woman beside her, and then waved her finger across Skender who was tied up in a strange posture and unconscious: "I am the winner, I want his wealth."

"Very reasonable."

Dumbledore nodded happily: "His employee abandoned his boss and ran away - I will apply for a warrant. Wizards are absolutely not allowed to attack Muggles. He even used the Unforgivable Curse on you. Oh, do you... do you have any other requests?"

Nagini looked at Dumbledore in confusion: This wizard was not only reasonable, but now it seemed that he was even... too kind?

Humble?

A disrespectful word flashed through Nagini's mind.

Was it because Mori Tsukisa defeated him so easily?

Dumbledore ignored the imaginative blood-cursed orc, even though he almost guessed the answer. In his opinion, Nagini was already owned by Mori Yuesha, and with this girl around, an uncontrolled blood-cursed orc would not cause any trouble.

——As for the girl stealing Mr. Skender's "property" and messing up his tent...

Um, sorry.

If his head didn't almost belong to him, he would find it hard to believe that this well-developed underage girl had this ability - the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic probably wouldn't believe it either.

What's more, he is not an extremely righteous person who distinguishes between black and white. He will not seek justice for a guy who cast a killing curse on an underage girl. The price he pays may very likely be to start a war with Mori Yuesha again - this beautiful, outstanding, mysterious and indifferent... madman.

Come on, if she could just take off her own head easily, then she could kill most of the wizards in the wizarding world.

Dumbledore moved his fingers carelessly.

——Perhaps if he were a few years older, his reaction would be a little slower...his head would no longer be on his neck: after several rounds of fighting, he didn't even...have the chance, no chance to find a gap to use large-scale spells.

It started ten seconds ago and ended ten seconds later. The sharp tip of the knife and the magical animal that "could not be detected by magic" put him under tremendous pressure.

This little guy who was born for assassination is so scary.

Alas, she just wanted a blood-cursed orc and some magic circus trinkets.

Never mind, give it to her, give it to her...

Unconsciously, Mori Yuesha was marked with a huge red exclamation mark in Dumbledore's heart - even more terrifying than a terrorist who wanted to enslave Muggles and raise wizards under the sun.

At least the person who had made a vow to me still had goals, dreams, and so-called "great interests."

And what about the girl in front of me?

Dumbledore looked at Mori Yuesha deeply: she smiled at him, looking cute and adorable.

The man rarely cursed in his heart.

This girl has no purpose.

She is curious, innocent, crazy and cruel——

To be honest, although it is not a gentleman's thing to make malicious assumptions about a minor, Dumbledore really believed that the girl in front of him was a creature covered in human skin.

monster.

Unlike a veela or a merman, she seemed to be a mixture of many evils, each side of which was eager for the curious prying of ignorant guys.

Come...come and see me!

She seemed to say this.

Dumbledore, feeling exhausted, tapped the table, raised his head with a smile and said, "My dear girl, you can continue your journey. I believe they will not disturb you and your...friends anymore?"

"It's the maid."

Nagini took a step forward, put her hands on her lower abdomen, and looked at the girl tenderly from behind Mori Yuesha.

"Well, that's good." Dumbledore stood up, put on his gloves, and pinched the brim of his hat: "Well, let's take a look at your spoils?"

When they walked in front of Skender, Dumbledore and Mori Yuesa looked up at each other at the same time.

They heard it.

"I think the trophy viewing will have to be postponed."

"Of course you can," Mori Yuesha looked up and asked him, "You have to promise to come back soon."

"Of course." Dumbledore put his hat back on. "I will get him to the Ministry of Magic and then I will come back to you."