Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

……

【ability:

[Black Death (Mana Power):

[Generous planeswalkers, poor land cards, long-stored mana.]

【Your generosity has allowed Nagini to grow two new teeth.】

[Anyone bitten by the black death snake's fangs has a chance to trigger the concept layer of 'instant death'. ]

[——In the face of death, gods and mortals are equal. ]

……

【Apoptosis (Fate Birth):

[You took a small portion of your sister's gift and gave it to this gentle snake.]

[Through this, she gained "apoptosis" after her bloodline was sublimated. ]

[From now on, for any enemy attacked by the Death Snake, the thread of fate will shift towards her master, "Mori Yuesha". ]

[Depending on how many threads of fate are lost, the victim will be given different "decay" states. 】

[Including but not limited to: unhealed/weak/rotten/poisonous/insanity/melting/madness, etc. 】

[——My master is deeply loved by fate. ]

[——And, you who have lost your destiny…]

……

[Frosty Crown (Talent):

【The woman wears the crown she deserves.】

[From now on, she can easily control snake creatures whose bloodline is not higher than hers. ]

[As for the demon snake with the blood of the fate changer, it is likely that it will be difficult for it to encounter snakes with blood higher than its own throughout its eternal life.]

[——I am sitting under my master’s throne.]

[——All snakes should bow down to her. ]

……

About half a minute passed, but it seemed to Nagini like many years.

She saw light and meteorites, and planets riddled with holes...

Then, circles of the universe swirling inward, bands of galaxies, giant beasts moving freely in the universe, fleets of warships flashing and jumping, and green magic energy... the war in the void...

Black spider-web-like lines connect every living thing. They are born, die, become passionate, wither, get excited, get depressed...

In the shadows, a figure much smaller than Mori Yuesa let out a shrill, squeaking laugh.

'Take good care of my sister, little monster.'

The tender child's voice patted Nagini's pink and white brain fat, and lay quietly on it along the wrinkled brain grooves.

Whisper to her.

'Oh, and no one is allowed to call her sister.'

A cold silver frost covered her frontal lobe, then quickly faded away, as if it had never appeared. Then, the multiverse began to dissipate, and she was once again pulled into the inward rotation.

Entering the planet, falling through the city -

Return to the body.

She opened her eyes and saw Mori Yuesa tilting her head and looking at her with a smile.

That teardrop mole is so beautiful.

"Welcome, Nagini." The girl's hand gently passed through her black hair and touched her soft ears: "From today on, please give me your guidance!"

Nagini chuckled and nodded to her eternal master.

"Please give me your guidance, Master."

——My keeper, Silver Moon on the throne.

Arrietty rolled her eyes at the affectionate master and servant.

'You weren't so... affectionate... to me then.'

Humph.

The tent was warm and suddenly a whooshing sound came from outside the thin fabric.

Mori Yuesha sat up straight!

"He's here! That handsome uncle!" Without waiting for the girl to stand up, Nagini bent down and opened the simple door of the tent.

Sure enough, Dumbledore was standing in the doorway, bowing to her.

"It seems that I am not late?" The handsome old man changed his clothes, but the hat and leather gloves on his hands were still the same.

"Late! Of course I'm late!" Mori Yuesha ran out bawling, then lowered her voice at Nagini's shushing voice: "Oh, oh, oh, I know, we've all had a rest."

"Come on, let's go talk in the woods over there!"

It was said that Mori Yuesha was inspecting the treasures she had 'won', but in fact it could be considered a division of the spoils: the things the girl liked were rather strange, and she didn't want most of the things that Dumbledore considered valuable.

This is a good deal for this already wealthy wizard.

He was not going to hand over Skender's wealth to the Ministry of Magic. He was not crazy.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore glanced at Mori Yuesha.

"give it to me."

Under the command of the wand tip, the pocket spit out "treasures" in an orderly manner: piles of gold Galleons, which seemed to have not yet been stored in Gringotts by its owner (maybe they would never be stored at all), some extremely sweet snacks, a European court-style aristocratic cloth fan, a shabby double-door cabinet with cobwebs, three wands, a few circus ribbons, and a number of small trumpets.

These are the only ones with names and surnames, and the rest are just odds and ends.

Dumbledore waved his wand and selected, placing those with curses into other areas, leaving Mori Yuesha with things that were harmless and recognizable to men.

Let’s choose one by one…right?

First of all, sweets belong to Dumbledore.

And then…the fan.

"This is no ordinary fan." Dumbledore smiled and handed the fan to Nagini - he didn't know if Mori Yuesha could cast spells like a wizard, but the Blood Curse Orc could definitely do it.

"Try to activate it. It has a very useful tip attached to it." The man said this to Nagini: "If you want to take care of people, it can save you a lot of effort."

In fact, after Nagini became a servant, she could no longer use the spells of the wizards in this world.

But if it's exciting, it should be possible?

The woman took the fan, opened it with a snap, and covered her face, leaving only a pair of upturned eyes exposed.

"Beautiful, Nagini is so beautiful!" Just as the little seal Mori Yuesha clapped her hands, a breeze suddenly blew across the girl's body.

Eh?

Are your clothes clean?

Some spots of mud and dust disappeared, and the girl's clothes looked as if they had just been taken out of the closet, without a single wrinkle or dust.

"Scourgify, a good helper for the maid."

Dumbledore winked at Nagini, but the woman still covered her face with a fan, looking at him with a pair of cold eyes.

"She doesn't like you, Mr. Dumbledore." Mori Yuesha pulled the hem of her skirt and touched her face: "I like this spell, it's so practical!"

"My 1.0 version of boots is saved!"

"It will 'clean up' according to the wishes of the person who activated it, so be careful not to ruin your makeup." Dumbledore didn't care about Nagini's indifference. He could understand the reason.

The man warned Nagini: "Don't try to activate the spell and use it to do something impossible - such as: use it towards the sun."

"This fan is quite valuable. It will be worthless if it explodes."

Nagini carefully closed the fan and inserted it into her braided hair.

Chapter40 What is Mori Yuesha afraid of?

The division of the spoils continues, and...

Both old and young enjoy it.

Dumbledore was quite moved. This little-known Mr. Skender was supposed to be a decent man with a decent appearance (for wizards, abusing magical creatures was not a problem), but he actually owned so many dark magic items.

This time, on a whim, he picked out quite a few things that were only on the wanted list of the Ministry of Magic - if he found these, he could prevent them from leaking out again; preventing them from leaking out could save more innocent lives and provide less support for those vicious dark wizards.

This made Dumbledore very happy.

Mori Yuesha was happy simply because her curiosity was satisfied.

"He also brought the cupboard with him?"

At the final stage of the division of the spoils, only a broken cupboard was left...

'boom!boom! '

It seemed like something was running around in the cabinet, and the four corners were unable to touch the ground properly, and it was swaying left and right.

"Shh..."

Dumbledore suddenly took a step forward, blocking Mori Yuesha and Nagini, raised his wand, and slowly approached.

near.

Put your ear against the door... then...

boom!

"Hey."

Startled.

"Hahahaha! What are you doing?" Mori Yuesha came over and looked up and down at the cupboard: "What's locked in there?"

"Let it out quickly and take a look!"

Dumbledore leaned closer to listen again, then cautiously raised his wand and knocked on the cabinet.

After the noise quieted down for a moment, it continued to bang around again, the broken wooden cabinet making a clanging noise, as if the guy inside couldn't rest for a moment.

"Oh... I see." The man stroked his neatly trimmed beard and flashed a mischievous smile on his face: "Hey, little girl, do you want to see what you are afraid of?"

Fear...? She hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Dumbledore pulled Mori Yuesha back and began to explain.

"Boggart, a shapeshifter that lives in dark, narrow, and damp places."

"It's a very special magical creature. It can see through your heart and become the thing you fear the most—" Dumbledore paused: "The premise is that you have to open your heart and let it take a good look."

This was said in light of the girl's own power: Dumbledore doubted very, very, very much that this crazy girl possessed enough magic to block a Boggart's mind probe.

Just like their OccultoMens.

"Eh... is this so interesting?"

Sure enough, the crazy girl likes the Boggart setting.

"I want to see, I want to see!"

Dumbledore patted her head coaxingly, raised his wand toward the cupboard—and with a wave, the door flew open.

A round black shadow quickly flew out and stopped in front of the wizard.

Then, it began to twist and become turbid, with large areas of gray mixed in the shadow, slowly stretching to form a human figure.

About the same height as Mori Yuesa.

The girl with ordinary facial features and long hair tilted her head and walked forward with curiosity and excitement in her eyes.