Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Chapter 99 Extra 4

I wonder if this elegant Mr. Grindelwald is really that powerful.

In short, the goblins were very respectful and quick in their work, and after a while, bags of gold Galleons were dragged laboriously from the vault to the hall by a group of goblins.

It formed a hill.

The wizards around who were also doing business looked at him sideways.

"You'd better be careful, beautiful girl." From the man's tone, one can tell that he is indeed of a certain age, and his vocal cords also have traces of time. However, his mischievous but elegant posture can make people forget all this: "These things will attract... bad guys?"

The man made a joke, and when his eyebrows raised mischievously, he exuded the aura of a natural leader - his influence was terrifyingly contagious.

"It's okay, I'm best at dealing with—" Mori Yuesha looked at the pitiful Immorton, then at Grindelwald: "I'm sorry, sir, what did you say just now?"

"I say, these things will provoke--"

"No, no, I meant, 'You'd better be careful', what comes next...?" Mori Yuesa raised her head with her hands behind her back, staring at the man's chin.

"You'd better be careful, beautiful..." Grindelwald smiled. "Yes, beautiful girl, if you are happy to hear it, I am also very happy to say it. After all, who would deny a fact that is as true as the truth?"

"You are definitely a beautiful and elegant girl."

Mori Yuesa was very happy.

Arrietty was completely indifferent, although she agreed with what Grindelwald said - but the little fairy also knew that there was a fundamental difference between a beauty and a crazy beauty. Mori Yuesha was the type who could only be admired from a distance.

Near...

Easy to be molested by her.

Ugh.

Of course, this man who looked extremely aristocratic laughed happily at Mori Yuesha's cuteness and illness. After a few minutes, he readily agreed to help carry the piles of gold coins in the silly black velvet bags.

So, with a flick of the magic wand, the mountain of bags turned into a handbag.

"Wow! With the little baton, the big bag is no longer a burden!"

Imhotep actually wanted to say that even without the small baton, those big bags would not be a burden to you.

its mine.

…………

"You exchanged so much money, do you want to buy a property here?" After leaving the bank, the man did not seem to mention leaving, nor did he urge Mori Yuesha to quickly find a place for him to lift the magic. Instead, he slowly followed the girl, chatting as they walked.

"I won't settle here. I'm leaving soon." Mori Yuesha held a piece of flaming blueberry candy in her mouth, with some silk blue on her slightly upturned lips: "I want to buy some things to take away, and by the way, sponsor a few orphanages."

Grindelwald nodded and mentioned a few names. "You can go to these places and take a look. They are close, but life is indeed difficult there. With your sponsorship, I think they should be able to live in peace for a few years."

“You are very kind.”

This time, whether it was Ansuna and Immorton who minimized their presence, or Arrietty or Nagini hiding in their hair, they all looked at Grindelwald with the same eyes.

Kind…

Very good, was it the light of gold galleons that blinded the eyes of this middle-aged gentleman?

Oh, he had problems with his eyes?

"Of course, I am a kind and beautiful girl."

The shameless girl accepted the compliment very seriously.

The man named Gellert Grindelwald didn't seem to be impatient at all as he walked around and bought things. With his hands in his windbreaker, he quietly watched Mori Yuesha hop to a stall and buy all the goods from the stall owner - all the goods; then, he watched the girl hop to another stall and clear the stall again.

As they walked forward, the street became visibly quieter...

Is this 'buy something to go'...?

He didn't ask questions like 'Why didn't you buy less' or 'Buy more next time'. Instead, he chatted with Mori Yuesa about things that were not appropriate for a girl her age.

But the man felt that the girl's answer was much more interesting than before.

"Oh, wizards rule over humans?" The girl kicked the half-human-high package, motioning Grindelwald to wave his small baton, and then hung the shrunken package on Imhotep again: "If it's fast... yes. But it will soon be too late."

Grindelwald tilted his ear to indicate that he was listening.

“Yeah, it’s just very difficult.” Mori Yuesha waved her hands: “Humans are more terrifying than you think. In your era, they can barely be equal to us - in a few decades, wizards will have no chance.”

The girl didn't care what her words revealed about "your era", and the listener didn't care either, as if he didn't hear it.

“We have a lot of spells and we stick together,” he said.

Mori Yuesha nodded: "I have seen it, and I can imagine it. It is nothing more than a powerful killing spell and a highly secretive control spell, right?"

Several people walked and sat under the huge parasol. Grindelwald skillfully ordered a glass of water and asked Imhotep and Ansuna.

"Yes, I think most humans can't get rid of the Imperius Curse, and it's hard for them to tell it apart."

Mori Yuesha took the cardboard menu handed to her by the man, selected the most expensive drink, and smiled: "Is it difficult?"

"Since I entered the wizarding world, I have discovered a very strange phenomenon." The girl looked around: "You...are simply living in the old times."

"Ah... I don't quite understand how powerful future technology will be, to make you as invisible as rats in a gutter - just the simplest point."

The girl held her chin in her hand and tapped the old wooden table with her bored emerald green nails.

"With the kind of bank I just saw..."

"A trader who has worked for two or three years can bring your wizarding economy to its knees in a matter of days."

Seeing that the man remained silent, Mori Yuesha asked again: "Where are the remaining people?"

"Your 'magic' can't even conjure up noodles and rice, right? Aren't all the food imported from the Muggle world now?" She took the two drinks and handed them to Imhotep and Ansuna, then turned to look at the thoughtful man: "War is not just about noise."

"And the silent ones, sir."

"so…"

Grindelwald picked up the water cup and took a sip, then put it down gently: "You really don't like wizards."

"I don't like boring things." Mori Yuesha retorted, looking at the dazed waiter, a little curious why her 'most expensive' drink hadn't arrived yet: "If you guys make it more interesting, I'll like you, not Muggles."

"Who cares about winning or losing?"

Interesting? Like?

In front of Grindelwald's curious pupils, Mori Yuesa used her fingernails to dip into the moisture on the ice water cup and drew a circle.

"Wizards care about...bloodline, right? You look down on half-bloods and...magical creatures." She tapped the circle, then drew a big circle next to the small one: "But Muggles care about--"

"Do you know what Muggles care about, sir?" Mori Yuesha touched the black velvet bag on Imhotep, and the gold coins inside rustled. "They care about these little things. They are much more powerful than the Imperius Curse."

"It's the 'waking' Imperius Curse."

At this point, the girl seemed to have exhausted her meaning. She pressed the water stains and wiped off the marks on the table. "You don't understand Muggles at all. You don't understand the horror of malice and greed in your heart. If you rashly stick your head in, you will only drag all wizards into the bottomless quagmire of ambition and war."

"And there will never be peace."

Grindelwald pursed his lips. In his sight, the girl with her chin on her hand was looking at the "super large cup of diving toad strawberry juice" brought by the waiter with joy, and let the toad stay on her emerald green nails for a while.

He could see future wars, the roar of cannons, the smoke of gunpowder explosions.

But he couldn't see the future of the girl in front of him.

She was twisted and dark like a black hole with no bottom in sight, constantly radiating and infecting the surroundings with purple energy spreading from the center.

Grindelwald sensed the extraordinaryness of this girl when he saw her in front of the bank.

"Are you interested..." The man made the same gesture, watching the girl suck the juice vigorously, raising the corners of his mouth, and said in a low tone of temptation: "Would you like to participate in an interesting battle?"

Grindelwald thought, perhaps he needed her.

Hearing this, the girl was surprised. She covered her mouth, the toad she had just swallowed was still croaking in her stomach: "No? Sir? Why did you want to invite me?"

The girl stretched out her two index fingers and drew a frame in the air - a birdcage.

There are two birds in a birdcage, one black and one white.

The black one wants to eat the white one, but the white one knows nothing about it. You see, how fun it is to secretly instigate them to fight each other and start a war of black and white feathers flying?

But...it doesn't mean people outside the cage have to get involved.

People outside the cage can just appreciate it quietly.

"Is that right?" Mori Yuesha looked at the solemn-looking man, put down the cup she was holding, took out a few gold galleons and placed them on the table. "I'm going to find the orphanage."

"Goodbye, Mr. Gellert!"

"You're much more fun than Dumbledore!"

"I wish you good luck in martial arts!"

Chapter 100 Extra 5

The boy came down the stairs with a bloody cat in his hand.

The bloody animal did not cause this underage child to show any expression - if he had to say something, it would be disgust.

Weak animal, weak fate.

The gray-white wall paint has long been mottled and peeling. In the past, these children could pick at the wall paint when they were bored, gather a ball and throw it under his pillow or put it in his water bottle. Now, as they grow older, they can no longer carry out this interesting activity.

They switched to another one.

For example, throw some wild animals into the boy’s quilt or under the bed, then put your ear against the door and wait quietly for screams to be heard in the house.

Although all they got was shredded animals and their internal organs on their beds.

——Soon, no children in the orphanage dared to mess with him.

Except for himself.

Seemingly out of revenge, or maybe just for fun? The kids provided him with such a great amusement that the wild animals were almost extinct near the orphanage.

There were only a large number of cats with strong reproductive capacity, and occasionally the boy could catch a few: he gently took out the sausage he had snatched, grabbed it by the scruff of the neck, threw it, smashed it, and cracked it with a stone.

He would have the perfect scary toy.

Excellent.

The boy thought about it and ran down the stairs, ready to choose a unlucky person to complete his entertainment. As a result, he almost bumped into someone.

To be precise, it has already hit.

It was a shadow as solid as a wall.

He took two steps back and sat down on the ground with a thud. The wild cat corpse in his hand rolled to the corner of the stairs, and some bright red bloodstains appeared on the floor.

look up.

He was a beastly man in a suit.

He was bald and beardless, with strong muscles that almost burst through his clothes. The man stared down at her, his eagle-like eyes almost piercing her heart.

It was terrifying and horrible, as if he had encountered his natural enemy. The boy shivered as a cold current passed through his body.

"You have to watch the road." The man's words were strange. He recited two sentences before bowing humbly to the shadow behind him and saying something else.

Only then did the boy notice that the director had been following the surrounded shadow, with her head lowered, explaining to her the history of the orphanage and how she treated these children well.

Oh, another hypocrite with too much money to spend?

The figure gradually became clear.

That was a...too young girl.

He even felt that the girl was younger than him: her long hair stretched out as quietly as the night; her eyebrows and eyes were so delicate - the boy had never seen anyone so beautiful; she pursed her lips elegantly, and when her high heels knocked against the floor, even the crisp tapping sound was so beautiful...

It seemed that she was not a human being, but a creature that humans had never seen before but longed for - leading those ignorant humans foolishly and willingly into her huge mouth with fangs already bared...

The boy thought the girl was scarier than the strong man.

"Please rest assured, the money will not change." The girl's voice, as sweet as honey, sounded densely: "You can talk to Nagini about the specific handover. Now, I want to get to know——"

The girl winked at him and said, "Would you like to meet this young gentleman?"

The dean looked worried: "He is the one I told you about..."