Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The sound was very cheerful.

Chapter 80 The Arrival of the Master

Harry has been in a daze these past few days. Even when she asked Nagini and Mori Yuesha about herself, the two of them behaved in the same way.

Shake his head.

Not sure.

Harry was very suspicious of her origins. Since someone from the place called "magic world" knew her, it meant...

This means...

One of my parents...

Also from the magical world?

Or both?

But, under such circumstances, how could she be arranged to live in Aunt Petunia's house?

Didn’t my parents leave me anything?

Do they have no house in the wizarding world, or can't they find someone willing to take care of them?

Looking at Mr. Moody before, it seemed that... he had no hostility towards me?

The unanswered questions made the child frown all day long, and he even lost his appetite for eating. Nagini saw it all and said nothing.

In the evening, alone in the room.

Harley was doing her daily meditation routine: the rune given to her by Lady Bastet enabled her to increase her magic power under the moonlight - meditation.

Although, for now, emm…

She felt nothing.

terribly upset.

Who am I?

Harry Potter sat cross-legged with her chin in her hand, her cute question mark face facing the shining silver moon outside the window.

magic…

In my future, will I be able to wave a magic wand and cast spells like them?

I didn’t eat enough today, I’m a little hungry…

My sister was hit by that light, but there are really no sequelae... right?

Why did Nagini stop me from taking my sister to the hospital?

Aunt Petunia...

How have you been lately?

By the way, should I take a bath tomorrow...

My sister's bathroom is quite...

moonlight…

magic…

no feeling.

My stomach is rumbling.

Upset, upset.

The green-eyed girl scratched her head in annoyance, messing up her already messy black hair. She was wearing loose pajamas - thanks to a certain bunny, the pajamas that originally fit her well were now loose.

"Go to sleep...you won't be hungry when you sleep."

This is how she spent every hungry night at the Dursleys'. Sleep, and you won't be hungry when you sleep. Get up early, sneak into the kitchen before Aunt Petunia and Dudley wake up, grab some cereal and put it in your pocket to take away.

Turn off the light, sit on the bed, rub your feet together, take off your glasses, and crawl into the quilt and wrap yourself up.

The moonlight became brighter.

go to bed.

Sleeping without hunger...

Sleeping... not hungry...

Not hungry...

I'm so hungry.

Harry threw back the quilt.

This is Grandpa Miles’s house, and it’s my sister’s house.

Why should I endure it?

Harley stared at the window for a while until a happy and sharp female cat's cry woke her up.

"If you're hungry, you have to eat..." She muttered and went to the ground: "My sister said so."

The floor was a little cold, but Harry didn't want to wear slippers - going down from the second floor would mean passing by Nagini and Mori Yuesha's bedrooms, which would wake them up. Besides, the corridor was quiet, which meant they were not busy today.

You have to be more careful.

The girl wore black-framed glasses and walked down the stairs by feeling her way along the wall.

Suddenly, she heard some rustling noises, like the sound of a mouse entering a narrow hole in the wall, and then the creaking sound of boots stepping on the ground.

Dudley had a pair of boots.

He had worn it to show off to himself during that snowy winter a year ago.

then…

Halle couldn't remember what she was wearing, except for a pair of old leather shoes that were big enough for her feet to dance in.

It's boots anyway.

Harley just knew.

She squatted quietly, hiding herself behind the wooden handrail of the stairs, staring with wide eyes trying to see who was in the dark - with the moonlight leaking in from the crack in the door, she caught a glimpse of the corner of a stiff cloak and heard a deliberately suppressed conversation.

"I hate this Muggle side."

The man who was speaking was of a certain age, and his voice was deep and powerful. Although he tried his best to suppress it, it didn't work very well. "Are you sure you're here?"

The voice that responded to him was young, and there was a lot of flattery in the smooth voice, just like Uncle Vernon would say to his sister.

"Mr. Avery, I promise you that you will soon have a blood-cursed orc of your own..." He said, "I am so happy for you..."

The man called Avery seemed to be used to such cheap and flattering flattery. He chuckled and hummed a few times, pacing on the floor: "You actually told me this news first. Fermi, I remember your boss was Luster..."

Fermi whispered, "A cup of brown sugar tea, sir. It spilled on the submitted report page. I was going to take it to the stove to see what was written on it, but I didn't expect... I accidentally burned it."

“…What a shame.”

Although Fermi's answer was irrelevant, Avery was very satisfied.

That'll be fine.

"I heard that Mr. Luster hasn't been in good health recently, Fermi. As a subordinate, you should take better care of him." Avery said something incomprehensible - at least it made no sense to Harley's ears.

The little girl didn't understand.

"He's not in good health, and that's a problem."

Avery's boots were getting heavier and heavier. "As the head of the censorship department, he must have a sharp mind. I don't think Deputy Minister Umbridge can accept someone who has a brain cramp from time to time."

The words have been made very clear.

Femi hurriedly caught up with the heels of his boots: "In fact, Rooster went to St. Mungo's recently. He seemed to have touched someone he shouldn't have touched, and his skin broke out in a lot of rashes..."

Avery made a 'hmm' sound, with an upward pitch.

Fermi continued, "But suppose there is evidence that he was secretly asking a healer to read his brain under the pretext of curing a rash..."

For example, a therapist provides evidence of sacrificing his life for the "greater good".

Mr. Boots patted Fermi on the top of his head in satisfaction.

"Ms. Umbridge likes motivated children. She promotes them and helps them." Avery asked again: "What do you think of Muggles?"

Muggle...

Fermi rolled his eyes, revealing a disapproving expression in the darkness.

"I have no idea what they are. Mr. Avery, what are they like?"

——How do you want me to see it?

Avery was more than satisfied.

"I think Muggles are all bugs." There was silence behind him. Avery smiled and added, "Of course, this is just my personal, very 'extreme' opinion. I absolutely, absolutely - absolutely do not represent anyone else."

Femi responded respectfully.

"To be honest, sir." He followed the man and walked slowly into the living room: "I think the same as you... Sometimes I often wonder, we have such great power, but we are content with a corner..."

Seeing that Avery didn't ask any more questions and only hummed with satisfaction from time to time, Fermi clenched his fists excitedly.

It became.

This blood-cursed orc appeared at the perfect time.

"I don't like muggle lights, Femi. Why don't we get the job done, I can't wait to see my little pet..."

Fermi understood and took out a short magic wand.

A gentle wave.

'Lumos...'

Harley was so frightened that she lost her voice behind the stairs on the second floor. Now, she didn't need to cover her mouth to make any sound - her throat seemed to be tightly strangled by a hand, and no matter how thin the air flow was, it couldn't pass through her trachea.

As the spell is chanted, the room lights up.

She saw a...

Huge python.

It was sticking to the ceiling, quietly perched on it.

The huge head drooped, less than three feet away from the two ignorant people.

The python's bloody yellow pupils sized up the two people who were talking playfully.

She is what they call a 'little' pet.

Chapter81 What does she understand? !

The huge python was silent and the two relatively small humans were mumbling.

Funny picture.

If Harry hadn't guessed what was about to happen.

The giant python seemed to have spotted her - its bloody yellow eyeballs looked at her as if in a warning, causing the little creature, who was about to crawl away, to squat back in fear.

Then, everything was over in ten seconds.

The python lowered its head, with transparent saliva hanging from its fangs exposed to the air; it quietly watched the two people pace, waiting for them to expose their most vulnerable part: the throat, to an easy attack...

then…

It popped out like lightning!