Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Kingsley Shacklebolt had just arranged the fainted Dursleys. The family really needed to lose some weight.

The black man rubbed his arm, a little confused - it was the first time for him and Tonks to take on such a 'simple' task. As an Auror, the usual enemies were heinous criminals or Death Eaters.

God knows how wonderful his expression was when he received the notice and was verbally told: 'You are going to deal with a female creature.'

"Is this thing as powerful as you say?"

Old Moody leaned his cane against the wall, and with great effort pulled out a curved wine flask from his bulging torn robe. He shook it next to his ear, unscrewed the lid and took a few sips.

"More powerful than you think, Shacklebolt."

Putting the wine flask back in, Old Moody quickly shook the fake eyeball: "You haven't read the report in detail."

Well…of course.

After all, the Ministry of Magic's report was as hard to understand as a six-year-old's scribbles. Before he went crazy, it was indeed difficult to understand what was written on that piece of paper that was too rough to wipe your butt.

"Ha, no wonder we get along so well." Moody took the cane handed to him by Tonks and stood up with the help of the girl. "Take a look, take a good look." He pointed at the graceful figure lying unconscious on the ground. "The records from a year ago show that blood and hair can be discarded at will and do not need to be destroyed."

just now…

Kingsley Shacklebolt understood.

In front of the three Aurors, the boiling pool of blood on the floor was gradually condensing and blending into a new head.

A bright red face made of blood.

Kawakami Tomie.

It's evolving.

"How disgusting..."

Old Moody laughed at the disappointed look on his student's face.

"You insisted on coming here, Tonks. I didn't force you this time."

"I'd rather fight three Death Eaters in an alley for half an hour like last time."

"Aurors have no right to complain." Old Moody reprimanded Tonks with a stern face, turned around and stared at 'Bloody Tomie' who was beginning to grow shoulders, his face uncertain.

According to his experience and the Japanese records provided by the Ministry of Magic, the creature calling itself 'Tomie Kawakami' is indeed constantly evolving - whether it is every death transformation or growth over time, the power it highlights is truly chilling.

In a year, the blood is enough to regenerate a clone.

Two years later, what about the hair?

Or even... something smaller?

This thing was more terrifying than any known creature he had ever seen - You-Know-Who was just a 'little trouble' in front of it: Dumbledore was right, they didn't have much time.

Apart from sending out the Aurors, we have to look to the person on the other side for help.

I hope the 'help' that Albus mentioned is really that powerful.

By then, my plan will be...

"Hurry up, we have other appointments."

Moody curled his lips, and the golden magic power cut off the floor and the soil underneath.

…………

……

Harry is having a great time.

very good.

Mori Yuesa asked for leave for her, or to be exact, Nagini.

'I'm sorry, Lady Grace. Harry Potter has been ill recently... No, of course I took her to see a doctor.'

'Yes, yes...'

"Nagini, my name. Harry's sister. I just want to let you know that Mr. Dursley is aware of this. Yes, she has been staying with me recently."

Then she would go around the world with Mori Yuesha every day to have fun - watching movies, shopping, amusement parks, horseback riding, and they even went skydiving yesterday!

Oh my god…skydiving!

Can you believe it?

She could also try skydiving in her lifetime, something she had only seen on the screen - the sound of the wind whistling in her ears, the body falling freely... it was amazing!

However, a small problem also lingered in my mind.

"I remember your promise to your uncle and aunt was to take me away for two days."

One night, after making sure that she and Nagini were not "busy", the little girl pushed open her sister's door barefoot.

'Oh, I mean, 'about, two days'. If I remember correctly? '

What's the difference.

It's been over a week now.

Mori Yuesha had a green mud mask on that her mother couldn't recognize, and she didn't move her mouth when she spoke - Harley felt like a paralyzed person who miraculously recovered in some medical documentary.

"The difference is, maybe - maybe you don't understand? Hey, look at the corner of my mouth, is there a crack here?"

Harry held the frame and leaned forward, their faces only half an inch apart: "No, sister."

Mori Yuesha breathed a sigh of relief.

'Because you didn't even apply it to the corners of your mouth.'

Mori Tsukisa: ...

Next, readjust it and ask the little Loli to help.

Harry's hands are very light and she is very considerate, much better than that careless person.

"Sister, I am an independent and unique girl. If there are things I can do, I will do them myself."

But you made a mess of it, you might as well let Nagini do it.

"Hey hey hey..."

I don't know what he's laughing at all day.

Harley believes that Mori Yuesha has a kind of magic: anyone who spends a long time with her, no matter if they are older or younger than her, will be subtly influenced and change their thinking, and then...

Treat yourself as her elder.

And take care of her.

'Well, here's my question.' After wiping the missed spots, Harry put down the dishes and wiped his hands: 'Didn't Aunt Petunia call?'

Of course she did call, but the Dursleys had a more eye-catching and beloved guest recently, so Mori Yuesha made a few excuses and stopped calling.

'So "about two days" means: about two days... or two months.' Mori Yuesha raised her orchid finger and gently patted her face: 'Or two years, ah, I said it's "about", which means there will be some fluctuations.'

This was the first time Harry heard of an "approximate" range fluctuating so "largely".

"My sister had already made up her mind at that time. She would never let me go back within two days."

Isn't that certain? Harley can only live in the storage room over there. Mori Yuesha doesn't want to send her back. It would be great to keep her by her side. She's pretty and cute, and can... help her with facial masks.

Well, very useful.

"…About yesterday, I talked to you about Bastet, sister. You said that you and Nagini were probably human…"

How big is the scope of this approximation?

"Hey hey hey..."

Stop being silly and happy.

Retracting her thoughts, Harley fiddled with her new phone unconsciously, with a smile on her lips. Thinking of her time with her sister, the happiness was enough to fill the void in her heart.

Mori Yuesa was still sleeping in, Nagini had gone out to replenish food, and Miles had not returned from class yet.

Philippa and James playing in the backyard.

She was the only one in the living room on the first floor.

'Ankh...'

"Mori Tsukisa-sister..."

The little girl suddenly put down her phone and pricked up her ears: she seemed to hear a very light knock on the door - it didn't even sound like a knock on the door, but rather like someone outside 'touching' the door.

She tiptoed off the chair and ran to the porch, putting her ear to the door.

“…Who’s outside?”

The next moment, the door that Nagini had locked twice before leaving was easily pushed open.

The green-eyed girl hurriedly took a few steps back.

The sunlight outside the door cast a thin black shadow, stretching straight into the house.

——The visitor had a pair of dark eyes: cold and empty. They gave Harry the feeling that they were two long and dark tunnels that would never end.

His black hair was draped straight and greasy like two curtains, with an extremely pale face in the middle.

The hooked nose, coupled with the cold, thin, sharp and serious facial lines, completely fits Harley's perception of life - the perception before she met Mori Yuesa.

Indifferent, harsh, and cold.

He raised his chin proudly, and his black robe and black hair made his pale face even paler:

It was like a grayish-white plant growing in the darkness. Instead of appearing noble against the black backdrop, those grayish-white leaves and vines looked down upon the surrounding darkness, classifying themselves into a more frightening category.

He walked in slowly, like a serious bat, wrapping his body with wings.

He moved forward and Harley moved backward.

Go all the way back to the corner - and then you'll enter the living room.

The man shook his hair, and his dark eyes in his deep eye sockets never left Harry's face.

Specifically...

He was looking into her eyes.

For a moment, Harley saw an unbearable tenderness in his gaze...

"Lily..."

The man called out in a low voice to someone who didn't exist.

"Lily..."

Click.

Harley turned on the light.

This also makes gentleness become an illusion in the last second.

Chapter 67 Bees Buzzing

Behind the huge stone beast is an automatically rotating staircase. Going up the stairs, a gleaming oak door stands at the end of the staircase.

There was a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin on the door.

Push the door open and enter.

In the spacious and bright round room, an energetic old man wearing half-moon glasses was staring blankly at a jar of buzzing beeswax.

His silver-white hair was almost enough to fill his belt, he had blue eyes, a very long but slightly crooked nose; a lush beard of the same color wrapped around his chin and lips and hung down over his chest.

The old man, who looked focused, was wearing a tall light gray hat with a gold thread pattern, and a matching robe and hat.

He had long, bony fingers, and he wore rings of all sizes, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't notice his wealth; from his neck to his chest, he wore a lot of metal-colored bracelets and pendants of unknown texture.

In the words of an experienced person: This old thing is suitable for exhibitions.

"You should knock, Professor."

The old man put down the jar in disappointment: he just wanted to steal one, but was afraid that it would fly everywhere after opening the jar.