Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Now only Mori Yuesha is left, and the little quail has turned into a little lion with green eyes.

Harley slapped the little hand that was pinching her face in dissatisfaction, stared with big eyes, and looked at Mori Yuesha as if giving a warning - it had to be said that it was even more adorable with the big black frame.

"Anyway... stop wasting money."

"Eh? Are you planning for me?"

"Don't give money to irrelevant people..." Harry reminded Mori Yuesha implicitly. In her mind, her stupid sister would definitely be cheated out of a lot of money by Aunt Petunia, so she should take precautions first: "For example..."

"for example…"

For example?

Harry was ashamed to say something like "like the people who raised me", because that would be like telling Mori Yuesa that "my uncle and aunt are two greedy vampires" and "I'm not having a good life".

Selling miserably.

What is the difference between her and Tomie Kawakami.

The woman said a lot of similar things at the dinner table.

She is different from Tomie. She doesn't like to be with Mori Tsukisa because of the money in her pocket.

"Just... be careful."

Mori Yuesha agreed readily, and Hari knew at a glance that this unreliable sister didn't take it to heart. The girl had no choice but to turn around and stare at the mottled shadows of the trees in a daze.

At a certain time, at a certain place...

——Similar scenes are repeated before the eyes of some people.

Tomie walked briskly, passing through the brightly lit streets, gradually moving away from the crowd.

She thought that all she gained from the whole afternoon was due to her endless charm, mainly her lovable face. The appearance of Mori Yuesha opened a new door for her, which was:

I, Tomie Kawakami, will probably have endless money to spend.

easy.

She no longer had to deal with low-level men, and only had to keep a few high-level ones in her contact list. This way, she would have more time to do beauty treatments and embellish her already perfect body.

——Tomie has been able to categorize people and prioritize them since she was born.

——Keep the useful ones and throw away the useless ones.

"I like stupid girls... huh?"

The high heels stopped at a small fork in the road.

She saw an acquaintance.

"Hey... You sneaked out without telling your master, do you want to get these back?" Rubbing the ring on her little finger, Tomie approached the shadow with a sarcastic look on her face - she was familiar with it. There were many people who served her at the table.

"An apron would suit you better, Nagini."

The maid said nothing and walked straight towards her.

"Hey, you're not going to steal it, are you? It doesn't matter...but I'm going to complain to Shizuka tomorrow--"

puff...

The sound of gushing air.

A beautiful head drew an arc, and before it was about to hit the ground, it was kicked roughly against the wall by a slender leg.

boom.

Fry into a ball of red and white juice.

"You have no tomorrow, Miss Kawakami."

Nagini rubbed her neck and turned away into the shadows.

Chapter 58 Follow the good advice

Not long after, Hallie's aunt actually called Miles.

The woman's words were high-sounding, and Miles had seen too many people like this. He agreed with a few hums and ahs, but then he changed his mind and asked Mori Yuesha to come to visit.

"At least I can see little Harley's living environment."

Miles spread his fingers and tapped Mori Yuesha's eyes in the air: "See if they are abusing children."

In fact, even so, the old professor had no choice.

He knew Harry Potter's situation: her parents died in a car accident, leaving her alone. Fortunately, her uncle and aunt adopted her when she was still a baby.

Otherwise you'll end up in an orphanage.

What's the situation there?

It is no less than growing up in an abused family: believe it or not, a small society composed of a group of orphans is not much easier to live in than a society composed of adults. On the contrary, the small society composed of children is often more full of violence and disorder, indifference and cruelty.

Even if something happens, you don’t know who to turn to.

The police can't do anything about it, and the children are not old enough to be subject to law enforcement. The news of a group of children gouging out a girl's eyeballs is still on the Internet. God knows the oldest of them was only eleven years old: except for the official remarks afterwards and the accountability of the managers involved, the girl's eyeballs can never be found again.

and so…

There's nothing we can do.

Vernon and Petunia's family were Harry Potter's last family members and her last choice before going to the orphanage.

"I am not happy when you say that. The children are all very good..."

Mori Yuesha sat on a high stool, crossed her legs to let Nagini put on her shoes, her mouth pouting so much that it could almost be used to hang clothes on it: "My brothers and sisters have never thought of gouging out anyone's eyes."

Yes, but they have caused a lot of trouble under your leadership.

"I'm not referring to Little Forest in general." Miles added, "Besides... I've never heard of you..."

Have you also funded welfare homes?

"There are many things you don't know, for example, I have a magical water-spraying thing, Naji, don't touch my feet, don't..."

you deserve it.

Nagini lifted her hair in a very charming way, covered Mori Yuesha's smacking mouth with one hand, and turned to look at Miles...

"I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring all the lesson plans..."

The old man turned around and went into the house sensibly.

"Owner!"

"Good morning."

"Don't pretend nothing happened."

"It's just a joke. We need some thrilling stories to cheer ourselves up early in the morning."

It's almost afternoon now.

Nagini pinched her cheeks and put away her slippers. She went to school with Miles to attend classes today, and by the way, she observed whether someone's disappearance would cause trouble for her and her master - although, she was almost sure that it would not happen.

Nagini was second only to Arrietty in thoroughness.

Those little guys were much more brutal than her.

"Arrietty and Kunna will not take action without Asa's knowledge..." Hera said, adding, "Except for looting."

'You didn't say anything yesterday.'

"Because I realized I couldn't stop you."

"But you didn't tell Mori Tsukisa."

"Telling? Asha won't mind. Can you tell me what you think?"

Hera could not understand Nagini's feelings, and of course could not understand why the always cautious maid suddenly did such a thing. She was like a child who greedily absorbed knowledge, trying her best to find out the fundamental reason why someone did something.

As for Kawakami Tomie's death...

It’s not a big deal.

"According to my analysis, the probability of Agatsuma Yuno doing this is as high as 89%. And 'Nagini' is less than 32%. You exceeded my expectations - Nana, what affected you?"

Anyone who insults Mori Yuesha should die. Hera didn't think there was anything wrong with Nagini's creed. Usually, she would wait for a while, waiting for her master: Mori Yuesha to lose interest, and then quietly find an opportunity to swallow it in one gulp.

Let that person disappear from the world forever and without leaving a trace.

This kind of behavior of her being unable to wait to take action while Mori Yuesha was still in high spirits was the first case in Hera's database.

'Just looking at her makes me sick, and eating...?'

Nagini was also a little hesitant. Even though she knew that Tomie had been killed by her yesterday, the jealousy and dissatisfaction were still like a glass jar with poison dripping from it, corroding her tense and fragile nerves all the time.

"You should give yourself a long vacation. Maybe you can find an old enemy here or something. Eat a few more people, maybe..."

"Maybe it will be better? It turns out that I am just a murderous maid in your eyes."

"Not only that?"

Nagini, with a stern face, arranged everything for the little ancestor and got into Miles' car. Mori Yuesha, carrying her bag, headed for the building across the street.

The Dursleys.

But I have to say, the house is really nice...

Whether it's the roof, the yard, or even the door numbers and doormats - I don't know whether it's the man or the woman, but it seems that this family is extremely keen on replacing everything that the eye can see with angular ones.

Except themselves.

There was nothing square about Mr. Vernon Dursley, and when she knocked on the door, a plump, round, blond man was there to greet her.

She smiled brilliantly.

"Welcome! Welcome, dear."

The flesh pushed each other hard, and then squeezed the two eyes smaller...

"Welcome, kid, come on in...Have you eaten yet?"

Mori Yuesha nodded and changed her shoes at the door. She noticed that Harley was standing in front of a small door under the stairs and greeted her - storage room?

"Come on in, Penny has frozen a delicious drink for you... or would you like some freshly squeezed?"

Mori Yuesa casually asked for a bottle of sparkling water.

When you walk into the living room, you can tell at a glance that the place has been sloppily cleaned beforehand.

A corner of the messy clothes was hidden on a small stool behind the sofa and covered with a tablecloth.

The floor was mopped clean, but some corners were still dusty.

Not to mention the hostess of this house: Petunia Dursley's face, which is hard to describe...

Does she really think this look is as good-looking as Freddy's?

"Please take a seat. I have to say, Harry has been missing you for two or three days." With a warm smile on his face, after sitting down, Mr. Vernon introduced the family members to Mori Yuesha one by one - in the order of wife, son, and foster carer.

"This is Petunia Dursley, and our son, Dudley Dursley. He's a fine boy. Strong and athletic, and broke the school record for the discus throw last week."

Ah, indeed, he is strong and healthy.

Harry secretly thought that it would be better if he didn't often bring his big, stupid friends to bully her.

Dudley Dursley raised his chin high as a greeting to Mori Yuesha.

"Don't mind it, this kid is just a little introverted."

Harry was about to laugh.

"About..." Vernon seemed to be unable to wait any longer. He ignored his wife's constant glances and rubbed his palms back and forth like a fat fly: "About..."

"About your gift, kid. It's giving us a headache." Penny took over the conversation at the right time, showing a smile that was even more charming than her husband's: "Your gift is too expensive. After thinking it over, we can't... accept it with a clear conscience."

What to do?

Mori Yuesa blinked, not understanding what these two people meant.

“So we were thinking…”