Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Not following the rules.

“I will be hated…”

"Hahahaha..." Yolanda laughed: "Mori Yuesha is the enemy of 'rules'! If she followed the rules, she wouldn't have been born." The woman smiled and stretched out her index finger, pointing at Harley: "How about being a little vampire?"

What, what blood...

"You haven't read the story? Don't you know about vampires?"

"Suppose your sister is a vampire, would you let her bite you and turn you into her own vampire?"

Belongs to...sister?

Harry blushed and nodded slightly...

willing.

The woman clapped her hands:

"Great, let's change the deal. I'll let you 'belong' to your sister in some way, how about that?"

Harry had noticed it from the beginning.

Yolanda, Ms. Yolanda only said part of the deal.

He gave me strength, but He didn't tell me what I had to pay.

"What you have to pay?" Yolanda smiled: "What you have to pay is to ensure that you do what you want to do before she leaves."

"Three years? Five years? I can't say for sure."

--So simple?

"It's that simple. I need a creature with my mark in my daughter's minion deck. Deal?"

Harry didn't shake his head or nod, "When you say 'belong to', do you mean...bloodline?"

"Of course not. You can never get involved with Mori Tsukisa."

Yolanda's bright red lips produced falling syllables that Harley could not hear.

what?

"It's like a kind of shelter or a gift. You only serve Him." Yolanda fanned her hands impatiently: "I don't know what the class structure of those muddy creatures is like, anyway, it's something similar, so you can understand it more easily." She sat up with her arms and brushed her sleeves: "Tell me your decision, little one."

Become a sister's...

Can…

Ms. Bastet…

"Don't worry about the cat. Believe me, He is happy to see you agree."

Yolanda's low voice was full of temptation: "Think about it, among all living things, only you belong to Mori Yuesha; think about it, you have the power to protect her..."

"Harry Potter."

The thick green lake is no longer calm.

"What do you need me to do."

"Give me a strand of her hair... well, hair." Yolanda glanced at the girl whose face was even redder, and said jokingly, "It seems that you also know that she has nothing else to use."

The woman stood up and drew her cane.

"Making a deal with me means being hated by another Outer God." Yolanda suddenly took a big step forward and approached the curled up little Lolita. Her voice flowed along Harley's cochlea and into her wrinkled brain: "With your clever little brain, you should be able to figure this out, right?"

Harry thought.

Thoughts from Ms. Yolanda's 'match'.

When you like someone, even her pet is so cute; when you hate someone...

pity.

The temptation of what Yolanda said was too strong.

Mori Yuesa said that the titles of sister and younger sister are unique and belong to a girl who is called a fate changer...or something.

Not one's own.

She also wants to be her sister's only one forever.

Harry's eyes darkened.

Ms. Bast's magic can only be used in this world, and the so-called wizard's spell...that day, she clearly saw how Nagini knocked over three adult male wizards with ease.

Their spells barely tickle.

She had to get stronger.

very strong.

"When you're ready."

"Call my name in the night. Little one."

The environment around Yolanda began to disintegrate.

Harley was like a piece of garbage sucked into a vortex. The cold water vapor applied to her skin and became firm and sticky in the blink of an eye.

She was violently pulled out of her dream.

Wake up to the soft carpet.

The moon hangs outside the window.

Still night.

Chapter95 Interview

"What do you think of the relative who raised you for ten years?"

“…They are very good.”

"From what I've heard, they're not 'very good'."

“…It’s really good.”

"You live with magical creatures?"

"…Yes."

"Can you tell me what animal it is?"

"A tree weasel...she left."

The woman opposite Harry, wearing jewel-encrusted, slim tortoise-shell glasses, had platinum curly hair—weirdly large curls. With her large chin and thick lips painted in a pale red, she looked exquisitely terrifying.

Her fingers were thick and each one was painted red; on the table were her crocodile leather handbag, paper for recording conversations, and a dark green automatic quill pen.

After asking questions, the middle-aged woman liked to show Harry a smile that she thought was charming from time to time. Her teeth were very white. She was wearing a light green dress, and her face was shining. The protruding soles of her feet squeezed out from the openings of her high heels, making her calves look thick.

She is Ms. Rita Skeeter.

The reporter who came here to interview Harley.

'Do you know the Daily Prophet?'

Harry heard her knock on the door just as he finished his breakfast.

Since her sister's daily 'healthy sleep' usually ended in the afternoon, Nagini was forced to act as a snake-shaped pillow. After making breakfast, she hurried upstairs - Grandpa Miles, who had a class, was not there, and the two little ones were playing in the backyard.

She was alone in the living room.

At this moment, Hari wished she had her sister's servant to accompany her.

She was having a bit of a hard time handling this 'interview'.

Ms. Rita Skeeter in front of me always had some difficult questions to answer, and she was a little aggressive.

"I heard that your aunt and uncle, Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley, are not friendly to you, including his son Dudley. Can I guess that your arrival is not welcomed by this family?"

The delicate and elegant woman crossed her legs and adjusted her glasses with her orchid fingers. She only needed to ask questions and the magic feather pen would automatically record them on the paper.

Although Harry couldn't see what was written on the paper.

"Her...Auntie welcomes me very much."

"Oh yeah?" Rita Skeeter laughed.

Harry saw pity and ridicule in her eyes.

"I hope you tell the truth, Miss Potter. Maybe you can deceive Mr. Cornelius Fudge, but you can't deceive me - after all, I am not an old man. I don't like little girls. What do you think?"

Unnatural punctuation.

Harry vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. Ms. Rita..." Harley could only follow what Hera had taught her recently and evaded the reporter: "I just sent a letter. I didn't do anything else."

"Um... Xin, you haven't met Mr. Cornelius Fudge?"

Harry shook his head in confusion.

Who is that.

"Minister of Magic, you should know how powerful the 'Minister' is, right?"

Rita Skeeter raised her face and gently pushed her eyelashes with the pads of her fingers - making sure that the cursed eyelashes were still curled up like fly legs and each one was distinct.

"I don't know, ma'am. I just mailed a letter."

"Well... let's switch gears: What do you think of older men?"

Now, Harley could see contempt in the other's eyes.

She was acutely aware of this because similar emotions had often appeared in the eyes of Vernon Dursley and Dudley during those ten years.

"I... don't have an opinion."

Rita Skeeter arched her hips forward and pulled her chair closer to Harry. "Not really. The place you live in now... from what I heard, it belongs to a Muggle."

Miles, Grandpa Miles.

"Grandpa is very kind, he let me live here..."

The feather pen wrote quickly.

"Oh, very good, good man. You like this 'Grandpa Miles'?"

Rita Skeeter smiled maliciously: "Miss Potter, have you ever been alone with this Grandpa Miles?"

alone?

Although she didn't understand the reporter's intention, Harley shook her head very perceptively.

"No."

She felt that she had to answer no even if there was one.

"No? How was he treating you?"

"very good."

"Does he like hugging you?"

silence.

My grandfather did hold me in his arms and even threw me up in the air.

Harry's silence caused a glimmer of triumph to cross the woman's eyes.

"Hmm...hmm...that's a nice answer. Let me think, Potter, do you like being hugged by your Grandpa Miles?"

this problem…

Who doesn’t like to be hugged by their loved ones?

Even if he is not your relative.

But you can also feel love and respect from his emotions.