Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Gellert Grindelwald.

Albus Dumbledore.

In comparison with them, even some racist supremacists pale in comparison.

Now, he told himself, a girl of fifteen or sixteen had easily defeated him face to face.

He was still young.

This statement is as ridiculous as an extremely ugly Veela being identified by the Ministry of Magic and issued a certificate to inform the public that it is a 'human' rather than an 'animal'.

"Oh...you can try. It's okay, don't mind me."

The old headmaster grinned wickedly and pointed at Snape's dead face with his hand covered with strange rings.

"You can try to see if she is what I say. Use your wand, Professor."

"But be safe."

Dumbledore said, "Your own safety."

Chapter 69 The Strange Man

"…Excuse me, who are you looking for, sir?"

Harry raised his head timidly and hid himself as much as possible behind the tool cabinet in the corner - this was a bit ridiculous, after all, his head was still exposed.

"This is... this is the home of a very famous professor."

Trying to take advantage of the power of others.

"He is well-known... for his studies in architecture—"

Snape, with a cold and pale face, approached the shivering green-eyed little quail step by step.

Then, stand in front of the tool cabinet and lower your head.

The black, greasy hair also drooped downwards.

"Harry..." His slow tone made the atmosphere even more depressing: "...Potter." He called her name.

"gentlemen?"

Harry was stunned. He knew me?

Maybe...Vernon - no, a friend of Sister Mori Yuesha?

"Yes, sir." From the moment the door was pushed open until now, Harry was no longer so scared - he had already done whatever he wanted to do, right?

Well...even so, the little Loli didn't want to get too close to this dull-looking man in black robe.

His eyes always give people the feeling of seeing into his heart.

"If you're looking for Mori..."

"It would be better if you could put on your shoes, Bo...Harry." Snape glanced at the feet moving on the floor with a complicated look - ten soft white pearls were covered with various small expressions by an unscrupulous but beautiful lady.

The two long and thin thumbs represent a smiling face, followed by anger, sadness... and all kinds of weird looks.

Very artistic?

An unruly child.

Harry lowered his head following the man's gaze, his face flushed instantly, he patted his head, turned around and ran to the living room: his shoes were kicked to the sofa.

"Sir! Please wait a moment, I will..."

Snape turned a deaf ear to him and followed him into the living room.

All upward-facing, dust-prone surfaces were clean, including the chandelier; clothes, tea sets, and books were neatly stacked. There was no strange smell in the room, but it seemed as if it had just been sprayed with a fragrance similar to the smell of green oranges. The light was bright and the temperature was just right.

Snape nodded imperceptibly.

This at least proves one thing: the owner is very hardworking, or he is very rich.

It's all right, for Harry, it's all right.

At least it's better than a pigsty.

He really didn't understand why they were given human names: Dursley even though they were a bunch of piglets.

right?

"gentlemen?"

The little girl with short hair came back in a hurry, wearing a pair of fluffy slippers with strawberry patterns on them: "Thank you..."

Thank you...me?

Snape opened his mouth uncomfortably: "I..."

Harry smiled. "The ground is too cold, isn't it?"

"I...didn't say that." He fanned the sleeves and long collar of his black robe, like a half-flying bat. "You go back..." Snape paused: "I think you live well here...right?"

Harry smiled even more: "That's right sir! Sister Mori Yuesha and sister Nagini take good care of me... I like it here, I like Grandpa Miles, I like Philippa and James - it would be better if he didn't often put the propeller in front of the front of the plane in my face... Are you a friend of my sister?"

Snape suddenly remembered Minerva's complaints that year.

'The Dursleys... I mean Vernon! They have a son - I saw him! I saw him kicking his mother all the way down the street, crying out for candy! Are we really letting Harry live here? A girl?!'

Back then, Minerva McGonagall was the first person to disagree with Harry being fostered with the Dursleys.

He is the second one.

"gentlemen?"

Green eyes blinked, interrupting Snape's recollections.

"Do you need me..." She pointed at the stairs, "...Do you need me to wake up your sister?" Although she said that, Harley's expression was full of - 'Say no, say you don't need it'...

"My sister said that girls need to get enough sleep..." Harley walked to the sofa and invited the man to sit down. "...You need some rest time to live longer... I don't quite understand."

"She is deceiving you," Snape crossed his hands on his knees, his face teasing, "It seems that you are not very smart."

If it had been earlier, Harry might have just given in. These days of getting along with Mori Yuesha has somewhat changed her personality - in Nagini's words, people who get along with Mori Yuesha for a long time will become more thoughtful and intelligent.

This is called balance.

——She compared the figures of Mori Yuesha and Nagini based on her judgment of "balance" and found that it was indeed the case.

——Then Nagini got angry.

"I think there is some truth to that. It's a good thing for anyone to get more rest, sir."

The green-eyed goose with its neck stiffened and stubborn face reminded Snape of someone.

She had argued this with herself when she was younger.

Any topic. She rarely admits defeat.

"Well."

Snape snorted in an ambiguous tone.

One good news, one bad news.

The good news is that he has not found the disgusting character of 'Potter' in this little quail - maybe? At least he is not arrogant, and he is not complacent after doing a little thing with his ass face - Harry does not have that character.

The bad news is…

She seemed a little too clever.

Snape didn't know what the 'Mori Yuesha' she mentioned had taught her. This child could really be like what Dumbledore had planned...

The Sorting Hat... needs to be notified in advance.

It would be interesting if I wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw or Slytherin again.

-By the way, he really wanted to see the old bee's expression when the Sorting Hat said "Slytherin!" It must be very interesting.

Snape thought maliciously.

"You...should...put on your clothes...properly."

He looked at the messy outfit on Harry - a dark green oversized hoodie, short shorts, revealing a lot of legs; many shiny bracelets and bangles on her wrists; her hair was the only normal thing:

It would be nice if she could tidy up a bit after she wakes up.

——Excuse me, Harry, but the gentleman in front of me is not well dressed.

How did he have the courage to accuse himself when he was dressed like a homeless person?

He is not her father.

"Fortunately, I'm not..." Snape grinned, staring at her eyes strangely: "Otherwise, I would be so disgusted by my own face that I wouldn't be able to eat for the rest of my life."

"Sir, are you insulting my father?"

"If you think telling the truth is an insult..."

Harry stood up with a frown on his face and said angrily, "Even if you are my sister's friend, you should respect the deceased, sir. They have been dead for a long time."

Snape's face darkened, and the subject suddenly changed direction: "You miss them very much."

"I miss my parents and I need them too - but actually I don't have them, so I accept that. Any other questions, sir?" Harley was angry like a little lioness baring her teeth at a shark. She had no way of dealing with the deep sea and could only wander around the water, looking very fierce.

I was so pissed off that I almost died.

Snape wanted to laugh. Harry's words kept fading as they entered his brain through his ears. In the end, only the word "I need" remained.

She…needs.

Indeed, young children...

Will there always be some blind little bastards bullying her?

"gentlemen?"

Harley wondered if this man had some mental problems, crying and laughing at the same time...

Chapter70 The old Auror’s intention…?

When Mori Yuesha came down from upstairs yawning, this is what she saw:

The little girl sat cross-legged on the blanket on the sofa, with a curious look on her face, chattering questions here and there; next to her sat a big black bat, with a pale dead face on its greasy head, impatiently explaining the questions Harley asked one by one.

Mental retardation problem.

For example: 'How tall are you? '

For example: 'How did you and your sister meet? '

For example: 'How tall do you think I am?'

Harley never tires of this. The other party is also willing to play this boring question-and-answer game with her...

"Hey, didn't you two get anything to eat?"

Mori Yuesha scratched her head and waved to the man: "Good afternoon, who are you?"

Harry Potter: ...

Sister doesn’t recognize him?!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! !

I talked to him for half an hour--!!

The little Lolita crossed her legs and struggled, and in a hurry she pinned herself down. She kept moving to the side with her hands on the sofa, like a girl whose lower body was disabled early on - Mori Yuesha was standing at the stairs pointing at her, hahahahahahahahahaha.

Snape:…

All his patience for half his life was spent on this afternoon:

He endured his impatience, endured...laughing. After so many things happened, he still felt like laughing. He had to say that this afternoon made him feel a little happier - second only to the pleasure of putting the troublemaker from Gryffindor in detention.