Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

“…I…I seem to smell…”

Nagini pushed her away with a cold face.

“It’s degenerated a lot.”

Chapter98 Cool Wizard Robe

Tiffany had met a lady when she was very young.

Blood-cursed orc.

She remembered the smell of the woman, some kind of curse that exuded malice. The smell on Nagini was very faint, so faint that it was almost unnoticeable if you didn't pay attention - Tiffany found it hard to imagine that there were still blood-cursed orcs in the magic world today.

Nagini said, "Most of them were skinned and their tendons were made into clothes, boots and potions, right?"

"…Feel sorry."

Tiffany hesitated. "My grandmother has Veela blood."

This can be considered as mutual disclosure.

"I can see that." Nagini glanced at Tiffany's delicate face. There is no ugly Veela half-blood. Skender had killed a boy before, a very beautiful boy. It was Nagini who brought a few unlucky people to help him collect the body. It was incomplete.

——Since confirming Nagini’s identity as a blood-cursed orc, the little half-blood has been chattering around Nagini, asking her all sorts of questions, from “How did you get rid of the curse?” to “Are you her servant?”; from “Where are you from?” to “Is your master from a big family?”…

Anyway, she showed the curiosity and liveliness of the Veela to the fullest.

It was annoying, but Mori Yuesha was happy.

She finally found someone to tell her story.

"…I pushed the fat man away, drew my wand and pointed it at him and said: You can't take Nagini away! From today on, she belongs to me!"

The little guy was dancing and gesticulating, and the white-haired girl was holding up her face, with little stars in her eyes.

——With a brain on the same level as Mori Yuesha, no wonder the Ministry of Magic needs to amend the laws.

"Harry? Oh, I found it in a pile of socks. Huh? No, no, no, Muggles and wizards are different. They like to pile their socks half a person high. I happened to be shopping that day, and I found a pair of green eyes staring at me in the pile of socks..."

"You have no idea how good Harley smelled when I pulled her out of her socks. Eww."

Sister, I'm still here.

To make up a story, do I have to wait until the person is no longer around?

Harley had changed into a dark green robe and was getting dressed. She had just come out of the dressing room when she heard a crisp sound coming from the door.

The story king.

"Can I avoid being picked up by you in the pile of socks, sister?"

"Wow, you look so pretty!"

Mori Yuesha's surprise not only made Harley happy, but also the fairy behind her was even happier - with a tape measure hanging around her neck and a charcoal pencil in her hand. Who doesn't like to be praised for their work?

"Impeccable robe! I want one too!"

"Sister, this robe is not suitable..."

"You scheming green quail, you dress nicely but won't let me buy anything."

"No, I mean, some aspects don't fit..."

"I want it, Nagini. I want it."

Nagini had no choice but to nod at Mr. Goblin. "I'll pay for it."

Tiffany rushed to take out a small bag: "Of course I paid, Ms. Nagini." After learning that she belonged to the same group as herself, Tiffany not only had the same good feelings towards her, but also towards Mori Yuesha who treated Nagini equally.

“No one has to pay.”

Mr. Goblin patted his chest with a smile, and the jewel pendant around his neck jingled.

"What little Harry has done requires more than a hundred or a thousand robes." The young half-goblin grinned with a mouthful of sharp teeth: "My status is better. After all... they control Gringotts. Tiffany and the others are not doing well. Harry, you are amazing."

"By the way, do you want to change into something too?" he asked the maid. "Our robes have an automatic cleaning function. They are not any worse than hers, except that they are a little slower than those of some second-rate stores that are 'good' at discounts and survive on students."

forget it.

Nagini knew very well why Harley stopped Mori Yuesa from changing into her robe—even if it meant having to let Mori Yuesa go out on the street in her pajamas.

because…

Ok.

Sen Yuesha has a little habit. She is not suitable for wearing long robes, especially this kind of single-piece wizard robe without lining.

"She's very nice to you, isn't she?"

Three girls and a fairy were chatting in the hall, waiting for a rabbit to change clothes.

"She is my master," said Nagini.

Tiffany shook her head: "Master... this word is too heavy."

Some half-bloods who come from wealthy and powerful families are better off; at least their lives won’t be in danger when they move around in the wizarding world.

And people like Tiffany, or some of the magical animal hybrids at the welcome party later...

There is a big difference.

In the words of the wizard, 'a rat in the gutter'. What does it cost you to put a rat on the test bench?

Half a Sickle.

"I broke a wizard's hand," Tiffany whispered to Nagini. "He tricked me into a room locked with a spell."

The girl herself didn't know why she said this, she just felt close to Nagini - perhaps it was because apart from the blood-cursed orcs, there was some kind of reassuring aura emanating from Nagini.

Perhaps, he envied the relationship between Mori Yuesha and her.

Then there is the sense of danger.

Veela's keen sense of danger - and the desire for power that comes with being half-animal.

Very complicated emotions.

But she meant well.

"Interrupt? You should kill him."

Tiffany saw anger in Nagini's cold expression.

"Don't think that the amendment to the law will make the world different. Tiffany, in my opinion, this world and the people in it are no different from decades ago." Nagini warned her: "Perhaps these two amendments will bring you even more serious disasters."

Clean on the surface, rampant in private.

"Thank you, little Harry." Tiffany seemed optimistic. She bent down and looked at Harry Potter: "Thank you for everything you have done for us." The woman said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "We will protect you. If anyone causes trouble for you."

Protect…

Harry shook her head: "I can protect myself, my sister and Nagini."

Tiffany raised her eyebrows mischievously and said, "Oh, so it's for protection... Hehe, do you like your sister very much?"

Harry nodded.

"You will definitely be a powerful wizard!"

Yes, Nagini thought. Just soft-hearted and honest.

She felt that what Hera was doing was completely meaningless. If it was Yuno Agatsuma, it might be possible... No, it had to be Aoi Tojo. I guess that ambitious poison apple would be eager to appear as a 'savior'.

——It makes it easier for her to control these stupid animals.

It won't work if it's Harley.

Make use of everything available around you and turn them into your own strength - this is easier said than done.

The little guy can only get thanks after all. At most, he can get occasional help.

She couldn't control the animals.

"I'm out!"

Mori Yuesha lifted the thick cloth curtain and came running over wearing a pure black robe embroidered with gold edges.

"But it's a little cold, Nagini."

Harley facepalmed.

elder sister…

I told you not to wear it directly...

“It’s OK to walk.”

Mori Yuesha held up her sleeves and took a few steps to the left and right in front of the three people: "But if you run, you will be cold."

"Nagini, do you want to try it on? The robe doesn't look like it can be worn in winter. It's very chilly."

You won't feel cold even if you wear socks inside, master.

Chapter 99 Mixed Bloods

Buy something nice to wear, and the time will be almost up.

go to eat.

Tiffany made an appointment with several people. Mr. Fairy handed the store over to a thin and tall boy with a pig-like nose, who changed into a green, red and purple sweater suit - these people's aesthetics really need to be adjusted.

"The Leaky Cauldron?"

Harry repeated, "Bar?"

Let's put it this way, everything in the magic world is revealed by some strange "rules": for example, "magic" can never be put together with "clean and tidy", but must be inserted between "ancient" and "poor"; similarly, it must also be paired with "old-fashioned" and "arrogant".

Won’t they get sick?

“Do they wash their hands before eating?”

Nagini crossed out Harry's question.

No, at least not in her era.

The Leaky Cauldron gave Harley an even worse feeling. Compared to the clothing store just now, this place was dim and simple, with a bar counter and tables and chairs stacked in the shadows. She was not a little princess, but her ideas had changed during her time with Mori Yuesha.

For example, my sister said: "You can't wrong anyone but yourself"; "Protect me? You convince yourself to accept those unbearable environments every day. Protect me? Hey, I won't suffer with you"; "Make do? Why should I sit when I can lie down?"

——What's more, she had seen "magic" in Mori Yuesha and Nagini before everything she saw before her; she was noticed by the gods, and Bastet branded a rune with magic and divinity on her forehead; an outer god who called himself "Yolanda" made a deal with her.

Harry Potter was a child who had seen the world.

She would not be moved by the moving brick wall, the wooden cup that poured wine for herself, or the chattering parrot, and would not scream like a child who had never been to the zoo. What she did not notice was that what emerged from the glass-like fluorescent green eyes was not only perfunctory, but also some condescending disgust.

She herself doesn't know.

"We are right here... right here..."

Harley hesitated, but Mori Yuesa was extremely happy.

Yes, rabbits jump everywhere.

"Give me a plate of talking colorful parrots that can be eaten two ways."

That's the owner's pet, the master.

Tiffany and Mr. Fairy led the three people to a corner away from the bar. The table was in the shadows. There was a dim light hanging above their heads. The kind of light that would flutter and fall into dust if it was shaken a little.

"Hey! Shall we get started?"

Tiffany greeted them naturally, and then Nagini saw the people sitting in the seats - a handsome, thin young boy with brown curly hair; a tall and abnormally strong man with a face full of flesh; a woman who was as small as Harry but looked older with red hair: she was kicking her legs up and down, knocking on the table while looking at them.

"My friends! This is Harry, Harry Potter! Hahaha, what a treat I brought her here!"

The sturdy man stood up first, pushing away the creaking chair. His tall stature almost made his head hit the hanging lamp. He squatted in front of Harley with a serious expression, looking at the girl who shrank her neck but stood still stubbornly, and grinned.