Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"The magic of this world is not rational at all." Mori Yuesha patted Harley's shoulder very maturely: "Trust me, you just need to keep a good mood."

"…in a good mood?"

"Come with me and I'll give you a new hairstyle."

A girl with a mysterious look on her face pulled a younger girl into a hair design studio in the center of the street.

An hour later, Nagini knew that another poisoned apple had been born.

Her black hair was not too long, just touching her shoulders; the hair on her forehead was trimmed very reasonably, not thick, but enough to cover the scar; her ears were exposed on both sides, and combined with Harley's already thin body, this hairstyle made her look more fragile and soft.

Especially the big, very academic, thick black-framed glasses.

——She looks like a good girl who buries herself in books, a girl with glasses who is timid and weak when speaking.

"Hmm... That's great."

Mori Yuesha tapped her chin with pride: "It's very deceptive, and it's equipped with a weapon similar to Kunna's... Oh, your scar..."

Aunt Petunia said it was caused by a car accident when he was a child.

But Harley couldn't remember.

"is it?"

Mori Yuesa blinked, and suddenly raised her hand to lift up Harley's newly styled hair, revealing the scar.

'It feels weird...'

"what?"

Mori Yuesha narrowed her eyes and touched it gently: "Interesting scar, little Feicui, your life will definitely be very-very interesting."

Harley didn't understand.

"…Don't worry, I'll make you stronger than Scar!"

not understand.

"At this time, all you need to say is 'Sister is the best.'"

"Do I need to add 'figure'?" Harley looked at her and asked. Not to mention, this outfit and hairstyle really made the skinny girl look fragile and sharp.

“Use all the compliments you’ve learned.”

Harley curled her lips, trying to keep her face calm, but her tone revealed a coquettish tone: "...Sister?"

"Hahaha come on, let's go to the next place."

"...?"

"Glasses. You should get a new pair."

Chapter 53 Treatment of parasites

Because she was able to deliver the goods, Harry did not return home with a lot of packages near midnight - even though this was enough to surprise the Dursleys.

Petunia Dursley, to be exact.

She opened the door drowsily in her nightgown, her eyes not yet fully open, and the next moment, she screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on!

Hearing his wife's cry, the pot-bellied Vernon woke up from his sleep, rolled out of the bed, took down the decorative hunting rifle hanging on the wall that had been unusable for many years, and hid in the corner of the corridor: he sneaked out and cursed the mayor's name - when he found out it was his wife and Harry, his anger finally reached its peak.

He walked towards me with a hunting rifle in hand and his chest puffed out, which was far lower than his belly. He looked very proud and confident.

"Asshole! I thought..."

Harry wore his new glasses awkwardly and waved under the moonlight.

"Uncle."

Vernon turned on the light.

He knew why his wife screamed.

…………

……

As the night passed, Privet Drive remained unchanged; as the day came, Harry Potter, the troublemaker, became more and more annoying.

“Get up! Get up! Hurry up…!!”

"Don't wait for me to call you! Every day... every day! Don't sleep in! Your cousin needs enough sleep because he is too tired from school. What do you do every day?"

Petunia Dursley still seemed unhappy about what happened last night. She felt very unhappy about being scared to death by a child, especially a girl like Harry, and she shouldn't have given her a bad look all morning.

"Get up! Harley!"

Harley quickly got out of bed, bent down, opened the door of the storage room under the stairs: her door, and walked out.

I found that the corridor was already filled with 'gifts'.

It’s full, like a small mountain.

The delivery time was so punctual.

She was now beginning to regret why she had impulsively written down Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's addresses - wouldn't it be better to write Grandpa Miles's?

"Come here, Harley."

Her aunt walked up to her angrily, with her hands on her hips. She caught a glimpse of the boxes and bags that had obviously been rearranged, and tried to look a little more friendly, so her voice became a little more annoying: "You went out with the Miles kid yesterday, didn't you?"

She led Harry into the main hall, where Mr. Vernon Dursley was trying to figure out why the air-conditioning remote control didn't work, and their child, Dudley Dursley, was holding a paper bag.

The little model that Sister Forest bought for her:

A doll that can be dressed up freely.

It's something that girls love, and Harley is no exception. She fell in love with it at first sight.

This was the only one she didn't reject too much.

Because she likes it so much.

"Oh, the parasites are coming?"

Dudley shook the bag. The malicious look on his face and the rustling sound of bits of paper in the bag made Harry feel increasingly uneasy.

"Mom! She glared at me!"

Stared at by those green eyes, Dudley turned around and cried to his mother - in fact, he didn't really cry, he hadn't cried for many years. He knew that as long as he cried, he would at most rub his fat face, stomp the floor loudly, or slap the sofa, chairs, etc.

His mother would satisfy any of his requests.

"She glared at me!"

Petunia Dursley winked at her son, "Come on, Dudley, hold on for a minute. We need to talk to Harry."

Harry Potter already had a hunch about what they were going to talk about.

Those... were supposed to be her gifts.

"Yes... but whether it is 'your' or not is debatable, child." This was the first time Aunt Petunia called her 'child'. This was the most affectionate name she had heard in all these years.

Generally, they ignored her.

"You've lived here for nearly eleven years, and we haven't asked you for a penny." When it comes to 'business', the head of the family has to step in. Mr. Vernon Dursley put down the remote control, put on the momentum of a manager of a drilling company, crossed his two fat hands into a meat ball, and stared at her like a vulture with his narrow eyes squeezed by the fat.

One was sitting on the sofa, and the other was standing helplessly in the middle of the room.

Being stared at by three people.

"…We didn't ask for a penny, but instead gave you a good life."

Feel sorry…

Good means: a dark basement full of spiders and dust; leftovers, Dudley pushing and leading other kids in every bullying at school.

Harry pinched the corner of her clothes, her eyes fixed on her toes.

"Don't be silent, Harry. You're a girl, understand?" Vernon spread his hands: "Little girl, 'little' girl - you don't need those things yet." Petunia loved those cosmetics and face-painting stuff in bottles and jars.

Her family's income wasn't enough for her to have those.

"It just so happens that I forgot to refill it recently." Petunia Dursley said casually with pretended disdain, her tone reluctantly: "It's not something too expensive, but just make do with it. You're still young, and there's still time for you to buy it when you grow up."

Not anything too expensive...

Harry pursed his lips.

"And more." After distributing his wife's 'gifts', it was his turn: "Some... well, I saw a pocket watch in there. How could you use a pocket watch? Watches don't look good on girls, Harry. Don't use that kind of thing - and the brooch, is there a gem on it?"

Harry didn't need to see it to feel sad just by hearing it.

and nausea.

She hated that the family who were supposed to be her family had ignored and hated her for more than ten years; now, she began to hate them for staring at her things like greedy vultures.

That was given to her by her sister.

"I looked around and there seem to be some pens left." Vernon rubbed his fingers together. "Pens... just ordinary pens. Well, I happen to need a few."

Give it to your boss.

Those pens are extremely expensive. He not only has to keep his position as a supervisor, but also has to look forward to higher positions.

"You...turned over my presents."

Harry raised his head and looked at him: "Uncle..."

The words were like dynamite under Vernon Dursley's arse.

"Yours? - What's yours?! Don't even think about questioning me, girl! Who knows what kind of shady people you might make friends with outside! You gave me so many insanely expensive gifts, and I haven't even asked you what you did for half the night..." Vernon narrowed his eyes even more, and muttered something, 'That professor doesn't look like a rich guy... What on earth did you do...'

This is even more sad.

"Anyway, I've spent a lot of money raising you over the years. These shabby gifts won't mean much. You do nothing all day, how can you use those things?" Vernon looked at his wife, and they smiled at each other. "And Dudley."

Yes, of course they can't forget to kiss their beloved son.

"I just took away some of the things that Dudley could use. You're a girl, and it's embarrassing to have boys' things on you. Are you a tomboy? Look at your hair, so short and messy, like a girl in a dance hall..."

"Vernon." Petunia glanced at him, interrupting the increasingly unpleasant words. The woman turned to the girl who had been keeping her head down for a long time without saying a word. After the hard part, it was her turn to come out and do the soft part: "Harry, you know we treat you very well."

"These years, whether in school or at home, you have been able to live like a normal child. Who can you thank for that?"

Yes, I am living like this now, thanks to someone.

"Your parents are dead, and the only ones you can rely on are us, right?"

Petunia Dursley touched Harry's head as if giving alms, then quickly withdrew her hand.

As if afraid of touching something dirty.

"Look, you can't use that much by yourself..."

I see…

I see.

Harry felt a layer of fog covering the lenses of his new glasses.

She felt a little dizzy, maybe because she didn't have breakfast, or maybe because of something else.

She emptied her mind, and could hear the endless "admonitions" and "counsels" from Vernon or Petunia in her ears - in more than ten years combined, they had never talked to her as much as they did today.

Cursing counts.

"Good girl. What would you like to eat today, Dudley?"

Dudley obediently listed a lot of meats that he liked to eat, and then, after his parents looked away, he smiled at Harry provocatively with malicious intent.

He showed her the paper bag he had been holding in his hand.

turn on.

Inside was a crushed doll model.