Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"You're much smaller than I thought."

"You scared her, Zals." The petite woman lifted her fluffy red hair, revealing her entire face - not only mature, but also somewhat deformed.

"My friends! Don't be afraid, little Harley, they are all very good people: this is Zales."

The sturdy man scratched his head and made a greeting gesture.

"Hi?"

"He has a quarter of a giant bloodline and is very gentle. If you need to take down the thief hanging on the tree, you can find him." Tiffany smiled and pointed at another man: a handsome, thin, younger brown-haired man: "This is Manny, the werewolf."

Next, comes the last petite woman.

"Doin, a very rare fairy bloodline."

Nagini smiled, "Nice to meet you. This is Harry, Harry Potter. I am Nagini, the maid of my master: Mori Yuesha." She bowed slightly, "Nice to meet you all."

Doyne elbowed Manny: "Wow, she is so polite."

"That's very rude of you, Doin."

The werewolf half-blood boy was a bit rigid. He brushed off his old and tattered suit, stood up and gave an awkward salute: "We are very grateful for Harry Potter's help, which has enabled many compatriots living in darkness to see the light again; I am Manny Slaine."

"Tiffany introduced me just now. Why do you get sick every day?" Doin pouted and looked at Harry: "He is just like that. He likes pure-blood stuff. And I guess he will tell you soon that his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was a noble."

The young man with brown curly hair emphasized: "He is a noble. If something hadn't gone wrong...we wouldn't be like this."

"Just listen to it. It's just like the transformation during the full moon. Manny has two diseases: werewolf disease and aristocratic disease," said Miss Doin, who was very talkative. After a few people sat down, she quickly heated up the atmosphere.

She talked about some funny and embarrassing things that happened in the small group to lead the conversation, and Harley gradually got over her disgust with the environment.

She felt that these people were pretty good.

Why are wizards hostile to this group of people?

They are friendly and fun.

Although a bit poor.

"Because we are precious, little Harley." The half-blood giant said in a muffled voice: "Suppose one day, your hair, eyelids, nails, skin, tendons, nerves, blood, spine - can all turn into shining gold and shimmering materials." Zals crossed his arms and said: "At that time, you will find that other people will look at you differently."

Is this the reason?

"It could be something else." Tiffany held her chin and interrupted nonchalantly, "Suppose there is an animal called 'Cat Man', then it proves..."

This proves that one of its parents did something bad to the cat.

The offspring of animals are mixed with the blood of animals.

It's animals.

Harry had nothing to say about this. Perhaps soon she would no longer be considered a "human being".

"Cat people? Isn't that cute?" Mori Yuesha pricked up her ears, her eyes sparkling: "Humans are so boring."

This sentence made everyone at the table look sideways.

"Are you serious? Wizard?"

Zales narrowed his eyes, and the half-giant with a face full of flesh leaned forward in a menacing manner, looking at Mori Yuesha.

"Oh, of course."

The little rabbit pointed at himself and said, "I'm not a human either, what a pity. I wish I were a cat person."

She opened her mouth and stuck out her bright red tongue.

——The tongue quickly twisted into a flesh-colored tentacle in front of everyone’s eyes…

"Catman...I have an idea..."

Mori Yuesha ignored their shock and poked Nagini: "What do you think about finding a good boy for Bastet... We can take a cat-man baby to Grandma Alia to raise..."

Don't be an ancestor.

Your kind little jade is still in someone else's hands.

Chapter100 Strawberry Fountain

The atmosphere only became cold for a brief moment - after everyone saw Mori Yuesha's tongue.

Soon, it became lively again.

It is not good?

We are all of the same race. We are all fellow countrymen who have been forgotten, despised, and experienced darkness.

"I didn't, I'm not, I'm doing pretty well." Mori Yuesha twisted her waist and poked her head out in a mean way: "I have food and drink, I can take care of (abuse) cats every day, and I have a little quail to keep me company; I have Mr. Wig, Xiao San Wu Ji, the Flat Fairy, the Water Spraying Snake, um——"

Nagini had no expression on her face. She covered half of Mori Yuesha's face and nodded to everyone who was confused.

"She has intermittent convulsions, you know, a curse in her blood."

Several mixed-bloods nodded in understanding, and looked at Mori Yuesha with pity and sadness...

She is such a poor little girl...

boom.

Tiffany slapped the table: "Okay, okay, okay! Come on! We can't just talk here." The white-haired girl turned gentle, rolled up her sleeves heroically, stood up, and put one slender brown leather boot on the chair.

"Which bastard wants to drink himself into a slug?!"

"Me me me me!!"

"Some grilled plants, three bear steaks, and the tips of giant bird wings. Wine, and wine!"

Anyway…

They are all strange foods, and the wine is also strange.

Harry looked at the plates of steaming strange-tasting dishes that were served and picked up a piece with a frown.

After some thought…

"Sister, I'll feed you."

Mori Tsukisa: ...

Get out of my way.

"Bear steak, don't you want to eat it?" Harley held up the fork innocently, "Meat."

"I just had afternoon tea before I came here."

"But you said you weren't full... I heard it when you were buying the robe." Harley put the fork to her mouth again: "It smells good."

It smells so good, why don't you eat it?

"Your sister is just embarrassed, you just need to be more enthusiastic." Nagini was teasing, laughing in her heart. You finally got humiliated: "Feed it to her, she likes to be fed by pretty girls."

Harry Potter's eyes flickered. Her hand holding the fork did not move, but her eyebrows drooped. She said in a sweet and innocent voice: "Sister...Sister..."

Mori Yuesha: “Ah~”

Nagini: ...You idiot.

Anyway, I didn't look very good after eating it.

Nagini was almost unable to hold back her laughter, but Harry inserted another piece and handed it to her.

"Sister Nagini..."

Mori Yuesa: Hahahahahaha!

Nagini resisted, but in vain.

Neither the master nor the servant suffered any good consequences.

"You've learned bad things from Mori Yuesha, Harry." Nagini rubbed her cheeks. The meat was not only unpalatable, but also very hard to chew, just like a piece of tanned stinky leather.

Harry smiled happily.

This was the first time in many days that the magical world made her happy instead of angry or sad.

With my sister, with these weird friends, and with Nagini.

Singing songs, eating disgusting meat, rotten wine and drinks; cursing the Ministry of Magic, secretly listening to the wrinkled goblin talking about the fat woman next door who ate more than ten tons of food a day, and listening to the giant talk about how it took him three hours to convince a lost little boy to believe in him and take him to find his parents.

so good.

Is this the free and easy life my sister was talking about?

Was it like this every day in her long life, before she met me?

"Not entirely." Nagini swallowed the wine with a dying mentality and slammed the wooden cup heavily: "Sometimes it can be a headache."

"I... don't think so?" Harry shook his head. "Sister is very good."

"You choose your words carefully."

Nagini raised her eyebrows and said, "The contact time is too short. Try to get along with her for a year and you will know."

…I’ll find out.

Moreover, Nagini was in trouble because she was completely incapable of taking care of her sister.

I can.

Harry smiled at Nagini with an ambiguous tone: "I'm trying."

"What are you working hard for?" Manny bared his canine teeth as he tore open a large piece of bear steak, half of his face was covered in grease. "What are you working hard for? Do you need help, little Harry? We are all experts."

Harley thanked him politely: "Work hard to become stronger and protect your sister."

Oh, sister?

Several people looked at Mori Yuesha.

Perhaps, the sentence in the letter, "I have been with hybrid creatures for a long time", refers to her. This "Ms. Mori Yuesha", I don't know what kind of hybrid she is. Little Harry wanted to protect her, so he wrote the letter.

"Nagini is the same. You won't believe it if I tell you, she is...she is the one..." Tiffany gestured mysteriously: "She is better than any of us."

Blood-cursed orc.

Both the master and the servant are mixed-race.

Then, little Harry's burden would be too heavy.

"If you need help, come to me." Half-giant Zales patted his chest, making a dull sound. It would be even better if he could wipe his hand clean before touching his clothes. "Tiffany is an escape master, but we are not. My armor is a headache for the Manny dogs."

"It's a wolf, Zals. If I call you a big fool, a gigantic patient, you won't be happy." Mannis cut the steak politely. He still had a dirty tablecloth tied around his collar, as if he was not in a simple tavern but in an upper-class restaurant.

I have to say that his companions' complaints about him were correct and accurate.

A werewolf who likes to act like aristocrat.

"We are all powerful spellcasters. If you need any help, Harley, just let us know. We must repay a favor, it's the noble tradition."

I didn't know that the nobility had this tradition.

"It's 'tradition', Mr. Noble. You didn't even pronounce the word correctly." Doin sucked the roasted blackened plant roots into his mouth, wiped the back of his hand, and wiped it on Zals' sleeve: "'Pass the bucket'? You nobles don't go to school, right?"

Manny's face was obviously dark.

"Pass the bucket, hahahahahaha..."

Zales laughed.

While the cutlery was clinking, Mori Yuesha jumped out of her seat and ran to the bar to play with the talking parrot. Not long after, she came back with a few drinks.

What to say? Tiffany looked at the pink cup and hesitated to speak.

After she handed it to Harley.

"Waterweed tea. The menu says it's extracted from spring mud...very refreshing. Would you like to try it?"

Mori Yuesha was holding a cup of green and turbid drink.

Harley thanks, and declines.

I chose the pink one.