Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The gift Hera prepared for Harry was traded from Umbridge.

Detailed spell analysis and potion recipes, some secrets——

For example, forbidden magic: Fiendfyre, Unforgivable Curses, spells that torture the soul, and even a huge old book.

The cover says "Soul Weaving".

These 'extras' cost Herardo dozens of pounds of gold - Arrietty couldn't spend any money for half a week.

"Misusing Elf Sister's money..."

"First of all, Arrietty is a fairy."

Hera operated her laptop and searched the Internet to find out the general differences between the two.

"Secondly, using her pocket money to buy these spells doesn't count as 'misuse' - she's not short of money, and neither is your sister."

"Besides, spending Arrietty's money is like saving her. This goblin is almost useless."

A fairy who likes to play games?

Of course little Harry knew that her sister was not short of money, but she was a little uncomfortable with the fact that she had suddenly become the "darling of the group" recently.

Animals that are used to harsh winters find it difficult to adjust to spring.

A few toes were curled up in small socks knitted with dark green thread and beige horizontal stripes. On the bedside table, there was a pile of documents: the new ones were so new that you could still smell the ink, and some of the old ones had blurred handwriting.

"I don't understand the power system of wizards in this world. I hope that god can help you choose a suitable one."

Hera was referring to Bastet. As His priest, perhaps the only one favored by God in the world, Hera would choose the most suitable one for Hari from all the things Hera would exchange for.

"That's because of Sister Yuesha..."

"It's partly because of A-Sha."

"Why are you so nice to me..."

"Okay? I'm just selecting servants suitable for Asa and giving her a little help." Hera's voice was smiling, and behind the smile was a cold and steady narration: "You should not mind facing a certain degree of truth."

Harry got out of bed, opened the curtains, and sat cross-legged on the carpet.

"Don't mind. I will become very powerful and protect my sister..." The little Loli shook her head and took off the pajamas hanging on her head, revealing her messy black hair: "Thank you anyway, Hera."

"You are welcome."

The sound quieted down as moonlight filtered into the room.

After daily meditation, Harley was now able to cast spells - when she got her first wand. Ms. Bast said that her divine magic system did not require a wand, but if she was determined to follow that little bastard (Mori Yuesha), she had to learn something that wizards should have.

Start with the basic spell, start with the first wand.

'That little bastard with long ears can run around the universe, and my light cannot reach everywhere. Harry Potter, if you want to use the magic I gave you in other worlds, you must spread my faith there, break through the dimensional fog, and lead me to see where you are.'

'It's hard, so you have to learn something that will be applicable everywhere.'

'Wizards' magic - although I hate to admit that this tickling thing is magic.'

That's what Ms. Bast said.

The moonlight, like thin silver threads, wraps the girl bathing in the snow into a glowing cocoon.

The familiar pulling and falling feeling.

The familiar starry sky.

The scene is different.

Harley had been pulled into the Kingdom of God by Lady Bastet many times, but this time was different from the others.

The soft, golden sand wrapped around my sinking toes; the sound of the waves was in my ears, the tide surged up, and a salty taste came out on the tip of my tongue; the golden flames burned from the coastline, bypassing the dense woods, and the soles of my feet were steamed hot.

Harry rolled up his sleeves and walked barefoot toward the shadows cast by the woods.

dense forest.

"B-Bastet… Ma'am?"

Giant trees that require three or four people to hug stand tall and have lush crowns; emerald green vines cling to strange plants for survival. There are no birds singing and no other living things; the whistling sea breeze blows into the dense forest and is filtered into a soft coolness.

The stick insect-like plant grasps the soil firmly and bends only when it grows to two or three meters high. The pistil is a shiny blue-purple "little light bulb" - the lamp grass dispels the darkness.

Harley felt like a dwarf who had suddenly stumbled into a land of giants. Everything here was so big and so 'healthy.' Where was Ms. Bast?

The starry universe is where they meet.

This island, this dense forest...

"Who's there?"

The little girl hid behind a big tree, grabbing the rough bark, with only one eye exposed.

She heard the rustling of grass being cut and the thudding of crutches.

Pushing aside the swaying fluorescent plants that were half the height of a person, the first thing that appeared was a black dress…

Here, on the beach, in the wet jungle, a dress?

The cane is straight and pitch black, but the hand holding it feels like a piece of soft and smooth jade.

Looking up, there is a slender waist, a slender body, a thin neck, narrow eyebrows, and - the teardrop mole in the same position as Mori Yuesha.

With her lips painted bright red, she walked straight towards the tree where Harry was hiding amidst the green.

"Hello, little one."

The tall and thin woman tapped her cane and stopped not far from the giant tree. She didn't want to scare the human, so she took the cane handle and tapped the soil.

The dark blue plants broke through the soil and grew into two high-backed chairs facing each other.

"Come and sit down, we don't have much time."

The woman sat down and called to the girl who was peeking out from behind the tree: "Come on, I mean no harm to you, little one."

Harley tentatively stretched out her left foot and stepped on the wet mud with her toes.

Look again at the mysterious woman who is sitting comfortably.

The other party looked back with a smile.

His face disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a thick, lingering black mist.

"Very beautiful Linzi, huh?" His voice was mellow and magnetic, which became a kind of fatal attraction in a mature woman - although Harry couldn't understand it at his age.

"Just sit down. You're as light as a feather to it."

Harry touched the chair carefully - it seemed to be a large-leafed plant. The few rays of sunlight that leaked through the net cast long shadows on the two people, one big and one small.

The woman stuck her cane into the ground and crossed her legs.

The shadow behind him was a series of tentacles and a huge, indistinguishable expansion—it was beating thump thump thump, and every time it contracted and expanded, countless tentacles were born...

Harry looked at the shadow behind the woman, then at the thin 'woman'...

She curled herself up in the chair.

"You can call me Yolanda, little one." Yolanda noticed Harley's fear and smiled and hooked her finger. The tree canopy grew, tightly blocking the light that escaped from the dense forest.

The shadow disappeared.

"You have to learn to change your aesthetic."

He said.

Chapter94 Hair and Simple Transactions

Ms. Yolanda.

Who is she?

'Your sister's future mother.'

Does the title of mother still have a distinction between present and future?

Harley didn't understand. The only thing she was sure of was that the woman who took the initiative to find her and dragged her here when she was supposed to go to Ms. Bast was a scary woman.

And that shadow...

He may not be human.

Harry Potter felt that the time she had spent there was so magical that she could easily conclude that someone she had just met was not a human being.

She is still a child.

"I am God."

Yolanda smiled and held her chin in her hand. "A being similar to the god you worship. Of course, I am more outgoing and sociable than her." The woman opened her red lips slightly, and a thin black tentacle crawled out of her mouth and licked the corner of her lips. "I want to make a deal with you, little guy."

transaction?

Harley shook her head firmly: "I will not hurt my sister, nor will I allow any...any...monster to hurt her."

After saying this, he lowered his head in despair, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Yolanda giggled and covered her mouth with her hands.

"You are so funny... So, so my dear... Hahaha... You are a kid, and you like your sister?"

Harry glared at her.

"She can really drive people crazy. I was just one step away..." The woman muttered to herself, her expression was happy at one moment and grim at another. "That despicable...if I hadn't been deceived..."

Harley very cautiously curled up her knees to cover her face, only revealing a pair of dark green eyes to look at her: "Ma'am?"

"Call me Yolanda, little one."

"Yo...Landa? You, who are you..."

"I told you. Of course, this is not my real body - not even my clone. It drives you crazy, and my dear girl will be angry." Yolanda put away her ever-changing expression, stretched her arms lazily. "Human limitations prevent you from imagining things you haven't seen - I finally experienced the feeling of being a mother watching my daughter's live broadcast, but it's a pity that the time is too short, it's not enough..."

What is He saying?

"Make a deal, little one."

“He” repeated, with a black mist on his face: “I will give you enough power to rival fairies, and allow you to be qualified to pursue miraculous creatures.”

strength…

Harry still shook his head.

"No," she said.

"Ok?"

"No. You'll hurt my sister."

"I won't hurt my daughter, little one. Look, she calls me mom." Yolanda changed her posture and lay on the chair with her head in her hands. "I want to win a game, but I'm not strong enough. What do you think I should do?"

Harley tilted her head, "…bribing the referee?"

"anything else?"

“…The other team’s contestant?”

Yolanda didn't respond, so Harley had to continue.

that…

"That depends on what kind of competition it is. Different competition systems have different rules. There are no rules without loopholes in the world, there are only laws that people dare not exploit loopholes."

If Nagini was there, she would be shocked. This child who she always thought was "too decent" and "too saintly", when faced with the question of "winning the game", her first reaction was to "bribe the referee"... not to mention what she said next.

Sometimes the maid was indeed not accurate in judging people's hearts, just as Hera said.

"Because you already said it. Didn't you?" In front of Yolanda, Harley showed her intelligence: "You said 'I want to win a game, but I'm not strong enough'. If there was a way to improve my strength, you wouldn't ask this question."

"Oh, you're so clever, little one."

Yolanda narrowed her eyes. “Why not when facing her?”

No.

Harry pursed his lips and lowered his head.