Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

'I am a free...'

Ke Liya began to sing and dance, humming as she stepped barefoot on the rugged river bank. Her delicate soles were soon covered in blood.

She continued to dance with a natural expression, the gurgling sound of the stream accompanying her and the wild flowers and plants dancing with her.

The girl next to her had already started sobbing in sorrow. She lowered her head and didn't look at Ke Liya, tears streaming down her cheeks. After a while, she simply turned around and faced the tree, unable to bear to look at the dancer any longer.

Ke Liya's thoughts floated like a small cloud.

She floated across the sea, across the mountains, and flew to her former hometown - did she imagine that she should have a hometown?

The hospitable and kind forest, the wooden house with the smell of acacia, the handsome young hunter with the smell of gunpowder after the sulfur was burned, and... the bear skin and roses he brought back.

She hummed quietly to the end of the ballad, bent down, picked up a pointed stone, and placed the sharpest side of it toward her neck.

Chapter79 Tactical Vacation

Koliya's body was roughly wrapped in rags, and two muscular giants carried her out of Happy Hour and threw her on the beach of Stinky Shell Harbor - after the high tide in the evening...

The gentle waves will carry her away.

Old Anthony could have sold the corpse for a good price - these rare animals not only provide value when alive, but even more after death. He could have sold Coria to someone who made potions or magic props:

They need the skins of the Blood Cursed Orcs, their blood, eyeballs, and internal organs.

She is full of treasures.

Unfortunately…

"Unfortunately, someone passed by and set fire to her body, turning it into a bundle of worthless charcoal."

In this way, she was spared from being insulted again after her death.

Moody's deep voice sounded like huge white waves hitting the rock wall.

Nymphadora and Kingsley were silent.

Perhaps for different reasons, both of them tacitly agreed not to mention the "report" again.

——Young Tonks guessed that the dead Coria in the story was the girl that her teacher loved in the past;

——Kingsley believes that Bernice, who appeared at the beginning of the story and was caught and killed for lying about "watching the circus", is the protagonist mentioned by Moody.

—Or again, this story is just the story of old Moody’s dead comrade;

——Again...it could be completely fabricated. Old Moody didn't tell them the real situation.

Ok…

How is it…

Who knows?

After all, it is really difficult to 'treat people as human beings'.

Sometimes, justice drives them to raise their wands against evildoers.

Sometimes, justice will cover their eyes, seal their mouths, and tell them:

Lie…

Silence…

Quiet.

This is the voice of justice.

"My joints have started to hurt again recently..."

As Old Moody was walking, he suddenly spoke without turning his head: "I have to apply for a long vacation... Well, Tonks, you should take a break too. Hand me your vacation application with Kingsley, and I will throw it to them together tomorrow."

Kingsley looked at Tonks.

'Ask for leave?'

The young female Auror stuck out her tongue. "I have to take a leave of absence and go home. If you think you can..."

The dark-skinned man shook his head seriously: "I have to go home too. I have a pet that needs to be taken care of."

'When did you get a pet?'

'Now.'

…………

……

"That's what happened, Dumbledore."

Snape shook his wand in disgust, and a few wisps of misty white thoughts dissipated in the room.

Pensieve.

"I thought we trusted each other, Severus." The old man behind the half-moon frame shrugged his nose unsatisfied. "Just tell me directly."

trust?

The wand danced between the man's slender fingers, making a whirring sound, and was hidden in his robe sleeve.

"The trust between us is just like the trust I have with every supplier who provides me with potion materials. Even though they are late in delivering every time."

Snape had a blank expression on his face and pulled out a chair and sat down.

"You can verify it at any time."

Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. He hated Snape, the man who had killed innocent people and made children homeless and had gone astray. But sometimes... he felt sorry for him.

"So what you're saying is, Moody..."

"Look at the people you trust the most, Dumbledore." Snape raised his eyebrows and stabbed him in a very vicious tone: "They are not all 'loyal', huh? Some small, small ideas of their own..."

Afterwards, Snape finally figured out what Moody had done.

Don't be funny. He had dealt with Aurors too many times in his previous identity. If those idiots were determined about something, they would never leave in disgrace after saying something harsh.

"Oh. Moody." Dumbledore was only surprised for a short moment before returning to his normal expression: "Moody... I understand, Snape. Looks like I need to take a long vacation." Snape noticed that a glass jar next to him had been empty for a long time.

Where else could that jar of buzzing bee sugar go?

He looked strange: "Vacation?"

Dumbledore stroked his long beard indifferently and winked: "Please be considerate of an old man who has problems from time to time."

Snape became more and more confused. He leaned forward, frowned, and moved his face closer to Dumbledore.

Men understand the meaning of 'vacation'.

and so…

“…Who is she?”

I really don't understand.

"I think she should have told you?"

Yes, but Snape and Moody and the others would not believe it.

She could be a powerful witch who could regain her youth using some unknown technique; she could be the heiress of a wizard family from some other country, with many talented people under her command; she... could have many identities.

a lot of.

But, sorry, traveling between worlds?

This statement sounds as ridiculous as 'The goal of the Death Eaters is to build a better and more equal world'.

“Some people used to be.”

Dumbledore muttered quietly, "Anyway, I must take a vacation. I expect the Howlers and Notices to rain down on me..."

Snape's wrinkles deepened.

“…You said she was your friend?”

He didn't believe that Dumbledore would watch the girl and her servant being arrested and executed.

Even if they were able to repel the 'Pure-blood Master' who came the first time.

What about the second time and the third time?

Aurors are not vegetarians, otherwise the wizarding world would now be dominated by a mysterious person.

"In fact, I would."

Dumbledore said slowly: "But I'm not sure who you're referring to..." He knew Snape didn't believe it, which was normal, he himself didn't believe it back then. Until many men who were a little proud of their strength were defeated easily. In the cabin.

Until he saw her casually summon countless red chains, wielding the toothpick-thin goblins and easily splitting half of the wall.

Those are not of this world.

He rediscovered her decades later, and the girl hadn't changed at all.

She doesn't belong to this world either.

"How about we make a bet?" The old man rolled his eyes cunningly and smiled at the professor who made a dead face at him.

Snape looked at him calmly: "You have quite a few bad habits, Dumbledore."

"Old people who don't have much time left have to do something exciting."

"You want to bet that they can successfully escape from the Aurors' siege?" Snape shook his sleeves and crossed his arms, as if he saw through Dumbledore's thoughts: "Those two ladies don't look like masters of Apparition." Snape could hardly sense the magic on them.

Not to mention the Apparition which requires extremely high casting skills to use.

"Oh, I'm not betting on such a boring thing."

"I remind you, before playing boring games, you should consider..." Snape moved his throat. It was a bit difficult for him to say these words: "...consider it, Potter..."

Safety.

They can live together.

Dumbledore seemed to have expected him to ask this question, and smiled and shook his head: "I have arranged people, Severus. Believe me, before things get to the point of no return. Now, focus back on the game. I guess, the Ministry of Magic may enact a new law soon."

The old man stroked his beard and smacked his dry lips: "About the blood-cursed orcs and the hybrids of magical animals..."

Magical law?

Snape closed his mouth and let out a low laugh from his throat.

Who do they think they are? Change the law?

Do they have the authority to make old Cornelius Fudge bow his head, or do they use power to make people bow their heads like the mysterious man?

impossible.

Absolutely not.

"Unless your 'good friend' is called Merlin." Snape didn't want to say more. He pushed his chair away and stood up coldly: "If I win, Dumbledore. Since you are betting on this impossible situation, I ask you to apply to the Board of Directors in the name of the headmaster: to provide Slytherin with additional funds next year."

He pointed numbers with his thin fingers.

Dumbledore readily accepted: "If I win, please help me convince the other professors."

"Convince...what?"

"It won't be hard on you, Severus."

Meaning, you don’t need to know now.

Snape froze for half a second, then left the mysterious old bee behind and strode out of the office, his long black robe whirring in the wind.

"Whoa, let me see."

After the door slammed shut, Dumbledore clenched his fist excitedly and pulled out an inconspicuous, yellowed document from under the tall "file tower"...

map.

The map was spread out on the table, and the yellowed and calloused index finger pressed on an island, and after a moment, it quickly moved to the other end.

"let me see…"

"Where is the best place to go on vacation?"