Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Chapter 50 Heartwarming dinner

A professor of 'architecture' rather than 'finance' or 'law', sounds frowned upon - these middle-class people like Erysik are like a flock of crows on the treetops at night, greedily looking at every creature passing through their territory, keeping the useful ones and throwing away the useless ones.

The old guy Miles was naturally classified into the category of "accessible but useless".

To be honest, if he hadn't seen her today, he wouldn't even have been able to match the two together: 'Harry Potter' and the 'pretty and timid' little girl.

This shows how the Dursleys treated this poor child.

"Eat more, little one."

Miles was not too enthusiastic, so as not to make the uneasy children more uneasy; he just made strange faces, and winked at Harry Potter while teasing Philippa and James. The old man's childishness did make the children at the table relax a lot.

Especially Miss Harry Potter.

She was holding her fork upright at the piece of lobster meat in the center of the table.

'Je nous vois dans Candy Street…'

(I bumped into you on the corner of Candy Street...)

'Dans le fond d'un Irish Coffee.'

(At the end of the Irish Cafe.)

ding ding...

clang clang.

The speakers played light jazz that was as sweet as caramel at the right time. The singer's lazy voice quietly rolled up the tip of his tongue, and the leisurely joy was played by the guitar from the small speaker next to the vase.

'Toi qu'étais mon Blue Lagoon…'

(You were my blue lagoon…)

'Ma Tequila Sunrise.'

(My Tequila Sunrise.)

Miles raised an eyebrow in surprise and twisted his body a few times in his chair. "I like this song. When did you choose it? I thought dinner would keep you busy."

Mori Yuesa held a spoon in her left hand and a fork in her right hand, and together with Philippa, they jingled the plates.

"The atmosphere is created on time, just like an artificial intelligence is helping you."

Nagini just smiled and said nothing.

"You're welcome."

Nagini didn't even prepare to thank him. She lowered her head and cut the steak into small pieces. Then, she exchanged her plate with Mori Yuesha's. When she raised her hand, she caught a glimpse of a pair of dark green eyes filled with desire...

Ok…

"Can you?"

Nagini smoothed her hair and looked at Harry Potter.

The child just had an expression of 'I want this too', but now he lowered his head and kept silent.

"Harley, do you want me to help you?"

The man with thick black-framed glasses was busy cutting the shrimp on his plate: it was almost turned into shrimp paste. Nagini smiled, stood up, got a new set of cutlery, and began to help the other girl next to her complete what she wanted but didn't dare to say.

"Eat slowly, try the salmon... I'm not sure how it's doing today."

The little hamster with green eyes puffed out its cheeks and nodded continuously.

I don’t know whether it was the delicious food or Nagini’s gentle care that was enough to fill her stomach.

'very nice…'

During the meal, Miles went into the house to answer a phone call, which took less than a minute.

"Vernon." He glanced at the girl who suddenly paused and made a 'reassuring' gesture to him: "I have already told him." The old man winked and joked: "Let him hand you over to me. From today on, you are the child of the Miles family?"

That's really what I want.

Harry Potter thought as she bit into her steak.

It cannot be said that the Nordsleys never gave her a full meal, but in fact, it was almost the same. She could accept wearing Dudley and Aunt Petunia's old clothes, eating their leftovers and washing the greasy dishes; she could accept sleeping in a dark, stuffy and hot storage room, and endure Dudley deliberately stomping on the stairs when he came downstairs - so that her "room" would regularly rain dust mixed with insects.

She could accept all this, but she couldn't accept 'indifference'.

They are not strangers, they are your aunts, uncles, and cousins.

But he treats himself worse than a homeless person.

For a long time, she would curl up in the dark little space, lying on the bed and asking herself:

Am I doing something wrong?

Being unwelcome, even hated – is it because I…or my mom, did something wrong?

No.

A voice in her head told her:

No, Harry Potter.

Lovely girl.

This is how people should treat each other, right?

Today she confirmed her thoughts:

of course not.

The sister named Mori Yuesa is not her; Nagini is not her, Miles is not her... and James is not her either.

He also invited himself to play with his little model.

very nice…

Harry Potter chewed even harder. She liked it here, even though good things were short-lived.

"Give me some Coke~"

"Weren't you a 'free bird' just now?"

'Boo.'

The kind old woman laughed at the bickering between the master and the maid; she kissed the maid, and then gave the two children a thumbs-up in a mischievous and showy manner - the maid stood up with a red face and went to the refrigerator to get a Coke.

They are so funny.

"Where are we going later?"

"A moment...?"

Mori Yuesha patted her stomach, feeling full and satisfied, and began to think about the next activity: "Let's go shopping? Is there any fun place nearby?"

Nagini helped to translate for Miles: "Master means: Go spend some money. Is there any expensive and uneconomical place nearby?"

Miles smiled and thought for a while: "Hahaha... let me think about it, um... spend money?" He looked at the silent little Harley thoughtfully, looking at her old clothes and her beautiful face hidden by her bad thick hair.

Did Mori Yuesha do this on purpose?

"I'll send it to Nagini, you just need to take the bus."

"Wow, you can use a cell phone?"

Miles pretended to be angry and said, "I'm a professor, Xiaolin. I know about mobile phones and the Internet."

Mori Yuesha shook her index finger: "No, no, some people can't. For example, someone I know - he can't use the Internet, mobile phones, or even make phone calls at all."

Miles wondered, "How old does a guy have to be to be that backward?"

"Mr. Ben."

Nagini & Miles: ...

Bullshit, that's a cripple.

Speaking of Mr. Ben, it was thanks to Miles that he hired a caregiver before leaving, contacted the local government and paid a large amount of money in one go - this unscrupulous master and servant would have long forgotten the old man on the hospital bed.

Forgotten, but not completely forgotten.

For example, the "treasures" in Mr. Ben's house.

Kunna and Arrietty never miss.

"I made some money recently, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't spend it."

Nagynik knew how she earned it.

You and your goblin army are a bunch of bandits...

Nagini looked at her delicate, well-maintained fingers painted with cool blue paint.

Forget it.

I spend a lot myself, too.

Chapter 51 The Cursing Tail

They went shopping almost at sunset. The reason they chose Oxford Street instead of Bond Street might be that Mori Yuesa thought that the excessive service would scare little Harry, or maybe... she just wanted to go somewhere more lively.

For example, Oxford Street is crowded with tourists.

If you want to understand the local area, you can come here to get a general idea.

A shopping paradise with lots of snacks, this is the best place for tourists to buy local souvenirs or locals to go shopping. When you are tired of shopping, you can stop in front of the girls and boys performing on the street to enjoy a moment, and then continue to join the shopping spree...

It's very interesting.

"You can't go in holding the balloon." Nagini pulled Harley, and Harley pulled Mori Yuesha.

Mori Tsuki…

Pulling balloons.

Who is the child after all, Mori Yuesa, how do you act as a sister?

"But I just saw the mother carrying the child in."

The balloon was tied to the finger of the girl in her arms.

"That's one."

Nagini looked at the "ball" in Mori Yuesha's hand - it was colorful enough to block half a car. If it weren't for the fact that all three of them were very beautiful, especially Mori Yuesha's expensive outfit, and Nagini's maid style was too dignified...

Then someone would really come and ask them about the price of the balloons.

"You look like a royal-born fool coming to Oxford Street incognito."

The maid complained with disgust.

"How could the royal family not know Oxford Street? Do they need to have a private interview at their doorstep?"

"That's why I call him a big fool."

Harley snickered, gently squeezed Mori Yuesha's hand, and turned her dark green eyes towards her: "Give...give some to the children."

"No, I bought it with my own money, why should I give it to them for free?" At this point, Mori Yuesha paused, glanced at the embarrassed Harley, and changed her words reluctantly: "Okay..." She muttered: "It should be a good-looking child..."

"You can't send those that look wrinkled like soaked bread..."

The green eyes curved under the black frame.

"I'll help you choose."

So Nagini followed the two girls all the way, watching them holding a large bunch of balloons and giving them away all over the street - some tourists even thought that some business was holding an event and hired two such beautiful girls.

"Child labor is illegal. She just asked Harley 'Which store are you from?'" The girl who was forced to give away most of the balloons was extremely unhappy. She kicked the non-existent stones on the road with her little shoes. "Also, that girl is too ugly... She's not even as pretty as my balloons. Why should I give them to her?"

——Your balloons are solid colors and have no patterns.

"She can also be without facial features. Maybe she will be much better off than she is now - at least someone will sympathize with her."

Harry Potter didn't know how many times she had smiled today. From the moment she was dragged by Mori Tsukisa to the Miles's house, to the meal, to the ride in the car, on this street - she had never stopped smiling.