Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"I... came to see you."

Snape brushed off his robes and stood up: "Mori Yuesha."

The rabbit, who had just woken up, tilted his head: "Oh, who did Arrietty rob again..."

I was found!!!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--

It's really contagious.

Snape: "...No." He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I came for you..."

"…I thought Arrietty had gone hunting again without my knowledge."

hunt…?

"You should remember a name: Dumbledore."

Dumbledore…

Mori Yuesa thought about it.

Doritos…Doritos…Dolly…Doritos…Doritos…Corn Flakes…

"Hey, Harry, did you steal my bag of cheese-flavored nachos?"

"I asked you that yesterday, sister."

"I mean: I don't want to eat for the time being! Now I want it again, give it back to me..."

"Isn't there a bag of smoked flavor..."

“I just want to eat cheese!”

Snape now understood why Harry's personality suddenly became cheerful.

These two quarreled like mandrakes just pulled out of the soil.

He raised his index finger and tapped the table. "Ladies, be quiet."

"Why are you wearing my pajamas sis..."

"Because I can't go downstairs naked."

"But you've torn the front of your dress..."

"It's so loose that you can wear it as a nightgown."

"I have a robe."

"You can change your clothes."

Severus Snape's temple ached: "Ladies..."

"I won't eat smoked meat if you give me a bag anyway—"

"My sister ate a lot of my strawberries yesterday..."

"You said it was too sweet."

"It's too sweet... I mean, I want to eat it later..."

"Who knows what you mean. I'll help you eat all the sweets."

“Are all the little jars sweet?”

"Yes. There is nothing that is not sweet."

Snape wanted to sneeze, he had some allergies;

I have goose bumps on my arms. Am I sick?

I miss you so much...

I really miss my cold and unpopular office...

The battle between the big-breasted demon and the green-eyed quail finally ended with Miss Quail running out of words - the two girls then reacted and turned to look at Snape, who was about to mold.

"Well..." Mori Yuesha scratched her head: "Who are you talking about?"

"I…"

"Oh, Dumbledore, yes."

"Dumbledore. Do all girls your age have bad memories?"

Mori Tsukisa climbed out of the sofa nonchalantly, ran to the refrigerator and got a few bottles of water and handed them to Harry and Snape. "It's okay if you have a bad memory, but it will be a big problem if you don't develop well. Right, little Jade?"

“I just ate a small bag…”

"I really like cheese ones! Next time I'm going to buy 20 packs to keep at home!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Snape quickly interrupted: "I hope you remember that there are other people in the room."

His purpose was the same as the three Aurors.

The troops were divided into two groups, with Moody, Shacklebolt and Tonks going to temporarily deal with Tomie, while Snape went to find Mori Yuesha with a message from Dumbledore.

Although Severus Snape was mean, suspicious, gloomy and unsmiling - he was serious when he shouldn't be serious and often caused embarrassing silence: even so, he was much more polite than some Aurors.

A lot more polite.

Ten minutes later, Moody finished dealing with the Dursleys' affairs, threw a few Obliviates, and followed the mark left by Snape to the door.

This 'old soldier's' attitude was not so good.

——After Mori Yuesha spoke.

"You have to give me an explanation! Snape! Dumbledore's solution depends on such a child? She is not even old enough to graduate from Hogwarts. How dare you..."

Who is this unhygienic one-eyed old toad that spits everywhere?

Mori Yuesa and Harry looked at Snape, but he fanned his black robe and hid himself in an inconspicuous shadow - he was not a fool, and neither was Dumbledore.

Snape would not look down on anyone who could be respected from the bottom of his heart by the old bee who was as cunning as a beehive, even if she was a girl of fifteen or sixteen.

It would be best if Moody was willing to be a guinea pig.

With a deadpan expression that said, "I don't know what you're talking about," Snape began to study the decoration of the living room...

and air quality.

"I really hope that my respected Albus is not senile."

Having worked as an Auror for half his life, this was the first time he expressed dissatisfaction with a mission. After Moody finished scolding Mori Yuesha, he turned around and looked at the little quail hiding behind his sister, with his head exposed.

"Harry…Harry Potter? I know you."

“…Hello?”

"Are you scared? Listen, hiding behind someone is a cowardly act - stand up straight, girl!" He yelled at her with full momentum, just like training soldiers.

Mori Yuesha increasingly felt that this old toad might be suffering from some serious illness.

Harry is not even eleven years old, and you look like a cake that has been crushed repeatedly. How can I not be afraid?

Thinking of this, Moody suddenly looked at Mori Yuesha. His artificial eye, made of unknown material, was turning in the mask with a click. "I feel malice..." He limped with a thick cane.

"You're laughing at me... let me guess, at a cripple who broke into your house and spoke nonsense - is that so? You have no idea what I've been through... how many dangerous times I've been through -"

Mori Yuesa yawned.

What's wrong with this group of people.

He broke into my house without any regard for anything, said a bunch of incomprehensible things, and then started blaming me?

"Let me see what qualifications you have to express dissatisfaction with an Auror! Maybe Albus is deceived by your appearance... Death Eater? Let me see who you really are..."

Ignoring Tonks and Shacklebolt's attempts to stop him, old Moody pulled out a wand - a short, pointed wand that curved inward like a sheep's horn.

Pointing at Mori Yuesha.

"Legilimens—!"

Chapter71 Black Dress

"Generally speaking, only Muggles would call it 'mind reading'."

Snape glanced at the three idiots sitting on the carpet - two young idiots and an old idiot.

Moody, covered in blood, noble, and experienced, was just like the sufferer, with his hands raised flat, allowing the two young men to bandage him with disgust.

"The human heart is not a book that can be flipped through at will. Thoughts are not engraved in the head, so that no one can drill into it and read it - the human heart is a complex, multi-layered thing... Most people are."

Snape spoke the knowledge in a steady and slow tone, drowning out old Moody's grimacing cries of pain, and spoke to Harry who was staring at him eagerly.

This child is so curious.

"Legilimens can study other people's brains and make correct interpretations in certain situations. For example...some guys can always tell if someone is lying to him - only those who are good at brain occlumency can seal the contradictory memories and sensory feedback of lies, so that..."

Lying without being caught.

"It's too early for you."

Harley nodded in a daze. Ever since the old man pulled out the stick, she felt like she was surrounded by layers of soft cotton, and she felt dizzy.

Did she see real magic?

Are they magicians?

A curse?

"Damn it! Severus...you should be the one doing this!"

Moody roared, pushing the two young men away, his fake eyeball almost jumping out of the frame: "You have to prove to us that she has the ability to solve that problem-"

But Snape did nothing, so Moody had to take matters into his own hands: find any excuse.

He couldn't let the two young men take action. As an experienced Auror, he certainly had the reason and ability to test Mori Yuesha - the so-called candidate who could solve the troublesome Tomie.

Of course, believe it or not...the old guy is more or less skeptical.

This is why he did not use offensive spells, but chose 'Legitimate'.

He wanted to see fragments of the memories of someone Dumbledore admired.

Who is she?

Where are you from?

What's the conspiracy?

Are the Death Eaters behind her, or...some other organization?

Was Albus being deceived?

How capable is she?

Everything stems from doubt.

Moody has experienced too many battles, and in his world, the standard of "trust" is infinitely raised.

——That’s the reason. As for whether it’s true or not…

"You are such a rude old cripple."

Mori Yuesha lay on her back on the sofa, with her feet tucked into Harry's arms. Ignoring Snape's increasingly dangerous look, she sucked on her lollipop with a look of disgust on her face: "I said I saw you guys were sneaking around..."

It's not very polite of you to scold a cripple in front of him, sister.

"They were the first to be rude!"

Half a minute ago, a red light shot out from the tip of the wand and hit Mori Yuesha's shoulder.

then…

Then Moody wailed and covered his arms.

There were countless scars of varying lengths and depths on his arms - upper arms and forearms, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

As if it was cut by an invisible blade.