Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Who doesn't like it?

Animals in winter are not used to spring. That doesn't mean they don't like it.

"Yes, I like it." Harley pursed her lips and nodded: "Grandpa Miles is a very good person, and so are Philippa and James. They are very good and kind people."

Feather brush brush.

"So, that's why he lets you live here, right?"

There's nothing to do with these two, right?

Harley was confused, "Me? My sister let me live here."

elder sister?

Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up.

"You have a sister?"

"Yes... we met by chance." Harley didn't want to talk more about Mori Yuesha. Until now, she felt that the 'aunt' in front of her was more and more weird - the questions she asked had a trap-like air.

Unfortunately, even the smartest children are limited by their age.

The vigilance of a barely eleven-year-old was of little use to Rita Skeeter.

The woman smiled and changed the subject.

The long interview was not completed until noon.

Rita Skeeter closed her notebook contentedly, put her quill back in her pocket, and said goodbye to Harry.

"A wonderful visit, Miss Harry Potter. May I take your photograph?"

All Harry wanted to do was see that piece of paper—what was written in that log book.

"Oh, this involves the journalist's secrets."

Rita Skeeter shook her head, her big blond curls swaying. "You can wait a few days, just a few days. Keep an eye on the Daily Prophet, I'll write about you in a very flattering way. After all, you're pretty famous, aren't you?"

Harry had always wanted to ask this question.

Why is she famous in the wizarding world?

Rita Skeeter stared at her curiously: "You didn't know?"

She shook her head.

"This is really big news." She took out a pen and quickly wrote something in the notebook, "Great...Great..."

"Ms. Rita...Skeeter. What the hell do I…"

"I can't tell you. Trouble will come to you." The woman curled her red lips, bent down, and roughly lifted the black hair on Harry's forehead - revealing the lightning-shaped scar.

To be honest, it has faded a bit.

“Awesome…”

"Harry Potter."

"You gave me a big surprise."

Chapter 96 Tiffany and their gratitude

The morning interview left little Harley confused. After a certain rabbit got up, she quickly told him everything.

However, Mori Yuesha was not clear either.

"I'll ask for you later." He took on the responsibility. Who knows what year this 'later' will be. "Is it bad to be famous?" Mori Yuesha was very surprised by Harley's reaction: "I want everyone to know who I am."

Nagini thought to herself, wherever you have destroyed something...

Everyone knows who you are.

“She saw my scar.”

Harry suddenly spoke up, looking at her sister who was sucking the spoon: "Ms. Bast...seems to be disdainful of my scar...?"

When she first met Mori Tsukisa...

Mori Yuesa also talked about this scar.

So, what's wrong with this scar?

"It will make your life more interesting." Mori Yuesha licked the spoon until it was as smooth as a mirror. She glanced at the kitchen and secretly unscrewed the sugar jar on the table - it was filled with small pieces of candy of various styles.

It looks very colorful.

"It's right to listen to me, little jade. A boring life is more terrible than anything else. The little lightning on your head can make your life more interesting, isn't it? Look at me, every day-"

"Sneak snacks throughout the day, especially when I'm about to prepare afternoon tea."

Nagini's voice was very close.

It seems to be right above the head.

Mori Yuesha held the spoon in her mouth and poked Harry stiffly: "Hey, can you help me see if Nagini is behind me..."

On top of your head, sis.

Mori Tsukisa: ...

The sugar jar was confiscated.

"I can eat it! I can eat it all!"

"Sister, Nagini is just worried that you're eating too much candy..." Harley sat close to Mori Yuesha, and her little hands stroked the fur of this 'mature sister' who was about to cry because she couldn't get any candy. "There will be a lot of delicious food soon, we'll just wait a while..."

If she waits a while, her candy won't come back.

"Nagini just doesn't want me to be happy."

"How can it be…"

"You too."

"It's even more impossible for me to..."

"Then I remember you brought two packets of gummies upstairs last night. Where did you hide them?"

Harry choked.

After going around in circles, I'm back to square one. Sister, can you please have some backbone...

"No. Why should I insist on being stubborn when I can cheat? Come on, where are you hiding?"

Harry sighed. "Right outside the- the window?"

ah…?

Mori Yuesa wanted to ask more, but saw Harry raised his finger and pointed at the glass window.

"Outside the window..."

There is a person outside the window.

He was waving at the two girls through the glass.

A thin woman wearing a black lace pleated skirt.

Her middle-parted, slightly curly white hair hung down on her chest, floating to the left as the afternoon wind blew through the block, as soft as snowflakes falling into a fire.

She had a pair of light grey eyes and a dull complexion; her nose tip was casually tilted upwards, as if that of a drunken painter holding a brush; the corners of her lips were pulled to the sides, and then upwards, forming a smile.

Harry pointed to his black glasses: "Me?"

The woman outside the window smiled and nodded: 'You.'

'I…?'

The woman took a few steps forward and tapped on the glass with her fingers, making a tinkling sound.

'you.'

She was behind the glass.

Harley turned her head to look at Mori Yuesa. "Sister...she...is looking for you."

"It's obviously for you, little mute. Go open the door."

Harley blinked, jumped off the chair, and opened the door in her slippers.

The woman with white hair and gray eyes glowed faintly golden in the sunlight.

"Excuse me, can you help me?"

She suddenly leaned forward and half-crouched, tilting her head to look at Harry Potter carefully. When she spoke, she was as brisk as a bird spreading its wings and flying through the woods.

"Hello, Harry Potter."

The woman's eyes were curved, and her thick black eyelashes could not hide her joy.

"How can we thank you?"

W-what?

What is she saying?

"I don't know...you, you...are..."

"I am Tiffany, Harry Potter. I come for you." The voice sank quietly, and the flying bird folded its wings, turning into a gurgling stream.

This was the first feeling she gave Harry.

The sound is really nice.

"I'm here for you."

Harley didn't understand. She turned around and looked at her sister who was being served by Nagini - and was still bargaining with Nagini for candy...

"Then...then please come in first?"

Tiffany chuckled: "You are so cute. Can I come in?" She tilted her head to look inside the door, and Mori Yuesha waved at her with a smile.

"Would you like afternoon tea, Xiaobai?"

You can’t nickname people based on their hair color, sis.

…………

……

Xiaobai...um, Tiffany, Harley, Nagini, Mori Yuesha.

The four ladies sat at a long table eating small cakes - mostly just Mori Tsukisa doing the eating.

"We are here for you." Tiffany smiled gently, nodded to Nagini who poured her tea, and looked at Harley: "Sincerely, Harley. We have to thank you very much."

Who?

Thank me for...what?

"Because of you, we can truly stand in the sun."

Nagini understood and whispered to the girl, "That letter."

Letter...what's wrong with the letter?

"Your letter made the Ministry of Magic change the law. Perhaps it was only a small part of the reason - but that was enough." Tiffany circled her white hair with her index finger, her eyes sparkling: "The real magical law, the law recognized by the Wizengamot and the entire wizarding world."

She was talking about those hybrid creatures.

Hallie didn't understand. Hadn't they been able to go out and walk on the street before this?

"Of course, just remember to shut up when you're in danger."

Tiffany lowered her eyes, her face looked unhappy, and her tone was filled with resentment.

"Before, there really wasn't a law that said anything bad about mixed-bloods."

——But there is no one statement that "they have the same rights as humans."

Your mother was attacked by a wizard in an alley?