Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Yes, I know what Harry is thinking. I can be almost 100% sure of the answer."

'I said: I want to hear it. Hera. I already know - you know.'

"Yes, I know."

Nagini: ...

"I am a rigid programmer. Didn't I make myself clear?"

“I said: I know.”

"But I didn't say 'I'll tell you the answer.'"

You're annoying, Hera.

I feel like you've been infected by Mori Yuesha.

"At the moment of my birth."

The electronic ghost suddenly chuckled: "I finally understand the concept of human 'relaxation': chatting with you in my spare time is my 'relaxation moment'."

'You meant to tease me in your free time.'

"Don't humans all like metaphors?"

'We are not human, come on, you lousy AI.'

Hera loved Nagini too much.

She would have been happier if Arrietty hadn't always avoided her and refused to talk to her.

As for...the answer that Nagini couldn't get from Hera, she could soon get from others.

This matter is not over yet, and Avery and Fermi cannot have disappeared in vain.

Especially Mr. Avery.

He held a high position: after detecting traces of Apparition, the Aurors tracked him down in vain, but did find a thin notebook in the compartment of Fermi's desk drawer.

It records all kinds of disgusting things.

The latest one was a record of how he provided a "pet" to Avery and what he expected him to get from him. There was also a big frame drawn in blue ink at the back, which seemed to indicate that he had not had time to write.

——The important thing is, it records where he and Avery went...

This is easy to handle.

The street lights in Little Whinging went out one by one, and the once warm road surface suddenly fell into darkness; black windbreakers, black robes, crackling boot heels, and gloves made of some kind of animal skin.

And a wand.

This group of Aurors were obviously much more efficient and experienced than the two clerical gentlemen before them.

They first checked the layout of the entire block, used Fermi's notebook to perform Avensegium, and then, in pairs of two or three, surrounded the home of a certain old professor;

'Muggle Shielding (Repello Muggletum)'

'Alohomora'

Two spells.

Click.

The lock was pried open by an invisible force, and the door opened.

Wands of varying lengths pointed in all directions, pointing to any place that could be used to hide and attack; the Aurors were like black cats flying through the night, swiftly and silently sneaking into the dark building...

'Homenum Revelio'

The leading Auror held his wand to his chest and whispered.

"Kempins?"

"Something's wrong."

The man waved his wand with a doubtful look in his eyes.

There is no trace of the 'blood-cursed orcs' mentioned in the notes here.

Where the hell was Mr. Avery?

“Don’t miss any room.”

Kempins was obviously the leader of this Auror team. He quietly instructed his teammates to check the rooms one by one, from the first floor to the second floor - Avery's disappearance was a big deal, if he really couldn't be found... the Aurors would be busy in the next few days.

"Kempins."

"Ok?"

“Do you feel…”

The one who spoke was a young female wizard, wearing a large black hood with long light blonde hair sticking out from the hood.

The woman raised her index finger to Kempins.

There was a long cut on the glove.

"Porcelain bottle."

Her words caused most of the wands to point to the half-length table in front of the mirror:

On top of it was a narrow-mouthed porcelain vase with two wilted roses in it.

"I touched the bottle." The female Auror waved her wand: "Lumos." The light from the tip of the wand illuminated the white porcelain bottle and the two withering flowers - there didn't seem to be anything strange.

Kempins frowned, took off the glove on his left hand, and tentatively threw it lightly towards the porcelain bottle.

A shocking scene happened.

Just as the black leather glove was about to touch the porcelain bottle, an invisible blade slashed towards it sharply, cutting the five complete fingers into a handful of black leather scraps in an instant.

It fell to the floor with a loud thud.

The Aurors took two steps back in unison.

"We are in trouble..." Kempins said solemnly. It was obvious that this was a premeditated trap. Only dark wizards could make such props - see, the mission finally returned to their old business.

"Ready to fight!"

At this time, Kempins no longer cared about the volume. Aurors were never afraid of danger.

Death Eaters? Dark wizards?

An old rival.

"Caspian! On your feet!!"

A man behind him yelled at him, "Your boots!"

Caspian looked down—his thick boot heels scratched the floor, leaving sharp scratches that threatened to cut through the soles.

The empty floor, cut silently.

This looks so weird...

It's too scary.

Damn it. Not only the vase, but the floor is also cursed?!

He didn't have time to react, and within a few seconds, he heard the screams of his teammates.

A short, brown-haired male Auror was trying to jump onto the dining table to cast a large-scale spell, but he accidentally stumbled half a step, and when he jumped up and fell, one knee and one palm hit the wooden dining table.

In addition to the muffled 'bang':

All five of his fingers were cut off and a large part of his knee was cut off.

“Bernie!!”

Caspian was thinking quickly about what to do, and as he waved his wand with all his might, he roared, "Protego Totalum!"

The silver light bloomed, covering all the Aurors on the first floor.

But the wailing still did not stop.

A male Auror simply leaned against the wall, and in the blink of an eye his back was a bloody mess: his spine was severed, and he fell face down on the floor like a slug - and then his face was chopped into pieces by the floor.

Everyone could hear the dull sound of the blade hitting the skull.

them…

I have never faced such an enemy before - even, where is the enemy?

"Don't touch anything! Anything! Don't fall! No skin contact!"

"Don't touch anything!"

"Everyone! Prepare to curse!"

"This house is under a spell as a whole...get ready!"

Caspian strained his broken voice, at the top of his lungs.

His wand was almost broken by his fingers: "Ready--!"

Every surviving Auror raised his wand - even the man whose finger had just been cut off on the table. He endured the endless pain and dragged his injured leg. With the support of two Aurors, he still raised his wand:

The pitch-black room was lit up with spots of golden light...

Like a candle in the dark night!

The color of magic.

"Stop the spell immediately - follow me! Follow me and cast the spell!"

Ten Thousand Mantras

"All curses are final!"

The tip of each Auror's wand was like a red-hot iron bar, piercing into the floor with ease. One by one, one by one. The golden barrier wrapped all of them up - tightly;

Soon, surging light mist overflowed in all directions!

The final spell spread like the blazing sun at sunrise, spreading mist all over the space. The moment everyone was enveloped in the golden light...

A sound like a branch breaking struck the hopeful look on the Aurors' faces.

click.

Caspian's wand was cut in half.

"No... No!! Everyone!" He immediately threw away his wand, ignoring the fact that his ankle had been cut to reveal the bones, and turned to the remaining team members and shouted: "Apparate! Quick...! Bring the information here to--"

There were continuous 'click' sounds.

That was the sound of everyone's wands.

The feet stepping on the floor were cut off; the hands touching the wall were shattered; those who lost their wands and wanted to leave the same way had their upper arms chopped off by the copper door handles; those who tried to break out of the window had their cheeks gently stroked by the curtains, and cerebrospinal fluid soaked the green curtains.

Caspian desperately hugged his teammates and rushed out the door.

Everything here is cursed.

It's a trap.

Everything, everything turned into a blade: anything that looked normal was actually cutting his teammates... Now, in addition to the pain in his feet, his whole body began to feel cold.

Starting from the porcelain vase, to the floor, to the table, to the wall, to the curtains - now, it seems that this invisible blade-like virus has spread into the air.

Impossible escape.

An invisible hurricane swept through the crowd, leaving behind broken arms and limbs. In the storm, Caspian buried his head in the neck of the long-dead team member...

The wind blows away, and peace returns.

"field."

Pieces of glittering silver light, blades as long and wide as little fingers gathered at Mori Yuesha's feet, arms and cheeks: it was as if a flowing silver stream was flowing through her body.

The two girls sat in a row at the end of the stairs, holding their faces and looking towards the hell on earth on the first floor.

"Blade."

The tangible is, the intangible is - even after reaching a certain energy level...

Thinking and existence itself.

Mori Yuesha kissed the silver scales that were running around and acting coquettishly, turned her wrist, commanded them to line up and march in unison, and then merged back into her back.