Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Ha, lucky day.

The girl brushed off her thick hair and shook off the small stones.

The boys made faces at her and scattered: "Dirty monster... She stinks!"

The girl sitting on the ground vaguely heard the murmurs of the children's parents.

"I told you to stay away from her..."

'I grabbed a handful of rocks!'

'Okay, go wash your hands, baby...'

When the farce is over, the remaining actors have to clean up on their own.

"Even though hundreds of thousands of people live in a small area, they do their best to destroy the land beyond recognition; even though they wantonly throw rocks into the ground to prevent flowers and trees from growing; even though they remove the newly emerged grass and burn coal and oil to make smoke billow; even though they cut down trees and drive away birds and animals."

"In the city, spring is still spring."

The copy of "Resurrection" was left under the bookshelf in the study. When she found it, the dust and wax on the cover were almost thicker than the book itself.

She had a long dark night, living on books.

The girl patted her old pants, and suddenly a small hand stretched out into her sight.

A few tender green fingernails hooked it.

She looked up.

The pitch black and dark green collided with a loud bang.

"Hi, Jadeite."

"...?"

"I'm Mori Tsukisa."

She looked at the not-so-tall girl in confusion, and subconsciously put her rough, dirt-covered hand into the clean, soft palm, and her mouth was naturally pried open.

"I'm… Potter."

The little green-eyed loli felt a little inferior. She tugged at her old clothes with a thin voice.

"Harry Potter."

Chapter 49 Little Harry's New Friend

"Okay little Emerald."

The outgoing girl was very strong and pulled her up from the ground.

From the tail of the shirt, sparse dirt and stones fell to the ground.

Harry Potter lowered her head in shame and anger, staring at her pair of black loafers that were about to break. Her large black-framed glasses drooped down, and the lenses were a little blurry.

"Were you bullied?"

"No…"

"Ok?"

"It's meaningless, ma'am." Harley raised her head, her face returning to its expressionless state again: "I should go back."

Oh, where do you live?

The dark-haired girl pointed to a house not far away.

A square, serious and cold home.

"You live with that fat ball?"

Harry raised the corners of his mouth, then flattened it, and said timidly, "It's Dudley Dursley, ma'am. I'm staying there."

When he mentioned "sojourning", there was a hint of unnaturalness in his tone.

Still a child.

As the two were talking, another small figure revealed itself behind Mori Yuesa - and this surprised Harley.

She has seen her.

In yesterday's dream.

"Philippa."

The girl lifted her skirt and lowered her waist slightly: much more polite than one of her sisters.

"Harry Potter." The black-haired girl repeated, and then asked with a puzzled look: "...Have we met before?" She didn't say the word "dream" in order to avoid...

She was not afraid that the two children would bully her.

She was just worried about the disgusted and fearful looks they would give her, as if she were a monster.

Philippa blinked. "Black Lake."

"...That's right."

"I saw your dream, Sister Harley."

It seems that I am luckier this time.

Harry Potter forced a smile: "Perhaps we had the same dream."

"I'm sorry...I thought you were a lake monster yesterday."

Harry Potter: ...

Mori Yuesa: Hahahahahaha!

Friendships develop quickly among children, especially when there is a particularly noisy crazy rabbit among the three.

"I should go back..."

"I don't think they asked you to eat, Barry Barry. Come with me. I'll show you Nagini's invincible dinner that won't hurt even if you eat it!"

Harry Potter quickly refused: "No, thanks, I'll go back..."

"Hey, let's go. It's rare to pick up a nice one. You don't know, I thought there was a new card a while ago, but it turned out to be an ugly bag that was roasted. I am really Bastet's bald tail..."

she…

What is she talking about?

Harley was pulled and stumbled forward, and the little girl on the left followed her, blinking at her: "Go, Big Ball Sister is very interesting."

then…

Just cross a narrow road and come to another street directly opposite.

"Nagini! I found a small emerald!"

"Come and praise me!"

Harry Potter suddenly had a feeling: compared to others, she didn't seem so shameful.

At least she's normal...?

…………

……

Butter and lemon lobster, seared steak, smoked salmon, Nicoise salad, tomato soup, braised chicken in red wine, fruit crispy box - some of them she could name, having seen them eat at the Dursleys' house; some of them she couldn't name, as they seemed to be the slender lady's own creations.

"any drinks?"

She was wearing an apron and leaned forward with a smile on her face: "Little... Jadeite?"

"…just the same as…"

"I'm Nagini, Mori Yuesha's maid." Nagini knew that this little girl was a little timid, so she mentioned two names in one sentence, bent down, and pointed at the old man flipping through the book: "He is Miles, Miles and his child - Philippa, you have seen him; little James, an airplane enthusiast."

"Model version."

Nagini patted her head and poured her a glass of orange juice.

"Have a drink, we'll get started soon."

Harry Potter was a little fidgety holding the glass: she had never enjoyed a life where someone had to help her get a cushion before she could sit on a chair, and she had never heard that Mr. Dursley's family could afford a maid - did she seem to have met a rich and kind sister?

Look for yourself.

An old sweater that had been washed so much that it looked bleached, and Dudley's remaining trousers; the only pair of shoes were the pair that had been left over from Aunt Petunia's youth - she doubted whether these shoes could be put directly into a museum in a few years.

Look at the restaurant in front of you.

Bright and clean floors, hexagonal gilded lamps, steaming meals...

And the models flying around him and the little boy with missing teeth.

All this created an atmosphere that made people relax and smile unconsciously: it was much better than his own bedroom, the storage room under the stairs. It was narrow, dusty, and full of spiders.

This place doesn't belong to me.

Harry Potter picked up the sweet orange juice and took a sip.

The cool sweetness rolls over the tongue and slides into the mouth.

This place doesn't belong to me.

The two emerald green eyes behind the lenses looked a little dim.

"Miles - Philippa - Jane... Oh, you are here?" Nagini tapped the plate and brought the last dish to the table. "Philippa, call your big sister to come down for dinner."

After a few seconds, there was the sound of someone jumping down the stairs.

Obviously jumping.

“Stairs were originally designed for people to walk up step by step.”

“But there are some free birds that don’t belong in cages, and they are happy to jump down three steps at a time.”

"Free bird..." Nagini turned around, waited for Philippa to untie her apron, patted the little guy's head, and looked up at Mori Yuesha: "'Free bird', please fly to the port, maybe there will be a bearded old sailor to cook dinner for you?"

"whee."

Mori Yuesha hopped down the last step of the stairs with a clattering sound on her furry feet, ran to the maid, stood on tiptoes, and kissed her: "You're the best! Hurry up, I'm starving..."

"Sometimes I wonder if your stomach is connected to another world."

Miles took off his glasses and slowly sat down. He knew this kid a long time ago, as he had lived here for a long time.

"The one from the Dursleys..." Pinching the bridge of his nose: "That one..."

"Harry Potter, Mr. Miles."

"Oh, look at me..." Miles smiled: "I just remember that guy Vernon."

Vernon Dursley, director of the Grunning Rig Company, is an example of the harsh and dogmatic character described above.

"He and his wife... love their son very much." Miles took the knife and fork and thanked Nagini casually: "Doted on." The old man looked up and down at Harley's clothes and expression. As a professor, as an expert in studying and personally diving into dreams, he could see at a glance the girl's predicament.

"I rarely see you. I'm too busy at work and don't have time to visit you at home."

Except for one time when Vernon's wife, Ms. Petunia, came over on her own initiative.

- Guess what this ridiculous lady asked him to do?

"Don't think that Dudley is still young now. Children will grow up quickly. Don't you have two children in your family? You see, Dudley is very smart and strong. I heard that you are a professor... It doesn't matter. What's wrong with architecture? A professor of architecture is not qualified to take on a few 'connected' students?"

'Actually, do you know anything about finance or law...'

'Look, when your children grow up, I guess Vernon will be able to help them a little bit...'

Miles shook his head.

He didn't have a good impression of that family, but after seeing this girl today...

There is even less of a good impression.