Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Harry Potter thought.

The dark green eyeballs under the lenses turned and looked at the bacon on the plate.

…………

……

The water pipes in the bathroom are just like Tiffany said, you need to rub the copper handle and then chant a "spell" - to say it is a compliment, actually.

'Garon is the power.'

Wow…

look.

Harry felt that the goblins were the most similar to Muggles in the wizarding world.

Comfortable hot water flowed slowly from the faucet. On the floor-standing mercury mirror next to it was a small note written by Mori Yuesha, with crooked words on it.

'Knock on the sculpture on the right three times, goblin nose, there is wind.'

Harley half-dried her black hair, stepped barefoot on the hot floor, found the small wooden sculpture that was the size of two or three palms, and tapped its nose.

The mercury mirror surface rippled regularly as if a stone had been dropped into it, and gusts of warm breeze blew out from around the frame: not too hot, just right.

She put on her self-cleaning robe, put her feet into some kind of animal-hide slippers, and walked out of the bathroom.

Except for the small bed, Doin's Castle is pretty good.

Downstairs, in a spacious room on the first floor, there were two rows of weapon racks against the wall - Harley suspected that Doin rarely came here. Rusted blades, paint-chipped handles, and machetes as short as daggers.

“It’s getting old here.”

Doyne was sitting in a chair playing wizard chess with Tiffany: "The wizard is not useful, my mother made them to show off."

The goblin looked up at Harry and said, "Did you bring your wand?"

Harry pulled out the thin wand with circles of golden patterns from his sleeve.

"Why are yours so beautiful?" Doin clapped her hands, jumped out of the chair, and came to the center of the room with Tiffany.

"Watch it, Harley."

The goblin pulled out the crooked short staff from his waist and bowed to the other party.

"So…"

"Except your weapons!"

Golden light emerged from the tip of the wand, and when it hit Tiffany's arm, her wand slipped out of her hand and bounced two or three meters on the ground.

"The most basic and practical spell."

Doin twirled the wand on her fingers: "You have to focus on your goal." Tiffany picked up the wand, looking depressed.

I had clearly agreed to teach Harry the first spell, but how come she became a "teaching aid" in the blink of an eye?

"I…"

"Come on, you can do it."

Dawn put her wand back into her belt and pulled Harry to the center of the room.

"Keep your eyes on your target, Harry. Keep your wand level."

The fairy lifted the girl's arm and said, "You can choose any posture you like. Now, turn the tip of the wand three quarters of a circle clockwise, aim, and repeat after me..."

"Expelliarmus!"

A silver energy exploded from the tip of the acacia wand, flew towards Tiffany with a bang, and hit a shining barrier!

"Protego!"

"Oh my god..."

"Did you see that? Is this your first time casting a spell?"

Tiffany lowered her arms, looking surprised, "Your magic is almost catching up with mine! Harry, how old are you?!"

It's amazing.

The feeling of casting a spell.

Harry lowered his head and looked at the golden wand in his palm. The moment he said "Expelliarmus", he felt it. He felt something surging in his body - was that magic? What Lady Bastet said...

It’s amazing…

She finally understood the attraction of magic to Muggles. This was a completely different kind of 'miracle'.

"Harley?"

"I did it." Harry Potter's face flushed with excitement, and she turned her head to look at her sister who was inhaling milk tea. "Sister! I did it!"

Mori Yuesa pouted and nodded.

“The magic is amazing…”

"Now, you are considered one of the wizards, Harry." Doin walked around Harry with his hands behind his back in a mature manner: "Don't let those annoying people get close to you, Harry. Always remember: use magic spells to protect yourself when necessary."

Chapter 109 Another Daily Report

Harry learned quickly, some of which were the skills of a 'wizard', while others belonged to gods.

As Bastet's only current priest, He taught Hari more than just meditation.

"Protego!"

The blunt-headed knife hit a layer of silver barrier and fell to the ground with a clang. The green-eyed girl was wearing a wizard robe, with a loose hat covering half of her face. She held up her wand and quickly changed her position, with the tip of the wand always swaying slightly with the other person's figure.

"Expelliarmus!"

Mori Yuesha leaped back, the silver light hit the floor, and the energy dissipated. She waved her arms and shot out several more table knives.

Ding--

"Armor to protect yourself!" To block the flying weapons, Harry held the wand upright on her chest: "His crescent-shaped blade points forward, and those who are chopped will eventually fear." The silver table knives scattered on the ground slowly melted in the prayer and then condensed into curved blades again.

Towards the direction of Mori Yuesha.

"Wherever the glory passes, mortals may not meet it."

Sharp blades like light and lightning spun towards Mori Yuesha, but she blocked them one by one with the dinner knife.

"I am in the cleft of the rock, and I ask in the morning to see you as an oasis."

The hard ground suddenly became soft and collapsed under Mori Yuesha's feet, trapping her ankles like quicksand.

"God's great country, Pabest - cough..."

Harry suddenly bent down and held his knees, his chest heaving violently, and a dull, rapid gasp came from his throat.

"call…"

"It's already great." Mori Yuesha gently pulled her feet out of the quicksand and helped Harley up in two or three steps: "Don't push yourself too hard. I didn't expect that Bald Cat would open up so many magic arts to you."

Generally speaking, gods won't pay too much attention to their believers - even if they are agents, at most they can cure a disease or promote plant growth...that's the end of it.

The magic Bastet gave Harley was not simple. She used it with little power because her own energy limited the power of the magic. More powerful or strange magic requires more magic and faith to support it.

Now Harry Potter is not enough.

"Sister is amazing..."

Pulling off the hood, a thin layer of sweat covered his neck: "I'm still far from it..."

In the past few days, the little girl stayed in Doin's castle. In addition to meditation, she played with Mori Yuesha every day. At first, Nagini watched the game from the side, but later she was not interested in playing house...

To her, Harry Potter was just playing house.

Awkward fighting style.

Most of Bastet's magic was curses, but she didn't use any of them, whether facing herself or Mori Yuesha.

Is there any need to explain the reason?

The little girl sat on the chair obediently, letting her sister play with her messy hair. Her two legs stretched out of her robe, wiggling up and down.

very good mood.

"Do you want to grow your hair longer?"

"Don't you like my short hair, sister?" Harry played with the wand in his hand and shook his head towards Mori Yuesha.

"Ah... I don't like short hair either." Mori Yuesha held the wooden comb and gently combed from the top of her head to her neck. "I'm quite impressed with this hairstyle."

impression…

Who?

Harley moved her lips: "Yes, that my wife Yuno?"

"you guess."

Harry suddenly turned around and took the wooden comb from Mori Yuesa's hand.

"I also want to comb my sister's hair..."

Mori Tsukisa's hair was thick and long - the little girl had to stand on the ground. As she spoke casually, she used the comb to comb her thick black hair, lifted the ends of her hair, and twisted a strand with her left hand -

She looked at the hair, stuck the comb in the thick hair, and silently took out a small nail clipper.

The blade was aimed at the slightly curly black hair.

"Harley."

Mori Yuesha turned her back to her and suddenly spoke in a very soft voice: "Do you like morning glories more than goats?"

Harry paused.

"elder sister?"

"It seems you prefer morning glory."

"What…?"

Mori Yuesa didn't say anything else, lowered her head and began to hum a song without lyrics.

elder sister…

Harry gritted his teeth, cut his hair, and put it in his pocket.

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"You guessed it right, Tiffany." Manny slapped a newspaper on the table with a gloomy face. Tiffany was writing a letter to someone, with a bottle of ink next to her.

"daily?"

"Ah."

The newspaper was wrinkled, and the most eye-catching cover was a photo of Harry Potter - the little girl was sitting timidly on a stool, with her hands folded on her legs, looking stupid and timid.

How dare she put Harley in the newspaper!

Rita Skeeter!

Tiffany put down her quill and reached out to move the newspaper in front of her. She glanced at the title and sighed.

She had expected this.

'A girl with a dirty mind and a good liar.'

That’s what the title says.

"Famous, very famous child - I think you all know that."

"I was honored to be interviewed by Harry Potter recently."

"During the conversation, the famous Miss Potter was evasive and refused to mention the content of the 'letter'. I have no idea what she was hiding, especially when I asked her questions about her life and family."

"She may not know that I met with her cousin specifically for this interview."