Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

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The girl let out a long sigh.

"The snowy owl flapped its wings, and the frost killed the roses; the Summer Mother was killed by the Winter God, and her bones were forged into a brittle ice crown; from then on, the ice on her head never melted; from then on, she always had a crown of buds, and breathed the fragrance of the corpse of summer."

She blinked sadly at the beetle.

"Do you think it was written by my sister or Nagini?"

Harley's smile was innocent, like a kind girl tearing the wings of a dragonfly.

"I have no strength in my hands, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

The words fell.

…she let go of her hand.

No, no no no!

--don't want!!

The glass bottle, which was cast with a reinforcement spell, whizzed down the cliff, clinging to it.

thump.

In the blink of an eye, the foaming waves swallowed it up.

Disappear.

Her insect form was unable to break the jar, which was under a reinforcing spell. If she chose to die in five minutes, she would suffocate; if she chose three hours, she would drown in a glass jar filled with water; five or six days, she would starve to death.

How far will fate take you?

"What a terrible accident."

"Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Harry Potter pulled up the large hood behind her to cover the upper half of her face, and turned away silently like a satisfied black-robed believer who had completed a pilgrimage.

'Has my sister eaten yet? What is she doing?'

The relaxed and joyful footsteps are covered by the sound of waves.

Chapter 112 Believe and Forgive

The four hybrid creatures who had helped were waiting for Harry in the distance. They saw the little black hat with a pointy top emerging from the horizon, and the sound of the waves accompanied her joyful steps, as she ran towards them like a bird.

And Manny noticed that there was no glass jar in her arms.

"Damn it...she let her go after all."

Damn kind.

Mr. Werewolf pulled his hair in displeasure. In his opinion, at least the woman should be made to suffer and locked up for two days.

"Harley is not you. If she were like you said, she wouldn't have written to save us."

Doyne saw it all. She stood at the front with her arms folded, and when Harley ran over, she gave her a big hug.

"You have worked hard."

The goblin said.

"Hard?"

"Making a choice is always hard." Duo Yin asked in a low voice: "Did you reach an agreement?"

Harry nodded silently.

"OK, I don't want Tiffany and Manny to interfere with your decision. No matter what the result is, it has to be your own choice."

Tiffany gave Manny a mocking look.

This kid is going to piss this big stupid dog off to death.

"One year? Two years? How long did you agree with her?"

Harley took off her hood, and the dim sunlight fell on her face, making her eyes appear as clear and light green as glass beads.

She looked at them quietly.

"Probably a long time." Harley pretended to be relaxed and said, "At least, she won't report you."

Her words made the people feel warm. This kind, innocent, simple, and even, as Manny said, a little weak, child's first reaction was not anger or revenge, but to protect their safety.

The looks they gave Harry became more intense and powerful.

There is power in the sight of a living being.

Now, Harley felt it.

She raised her thin flesh-colored lips slightly, and bowed to the people politely.

"thank you all."

Harley lifted her hair and tucked it behind her ears: "If it weren't for you." She paused for half a second: "I don't know...how to thank you."

The delicate puppet-like figure became a little nervous when being stared at. He rubbed his toes together and his hands began to knot his belly.

"Pfft."

Tiffany laughed with two rows of white teeth: "Mr. Manny must be mad to death, right?"

Manny interrupted coldly: "I was just about to say 'You're welcome'. Did you deprive me of my right to speak without my knowledge?"

But no one said that.

Zals smiled innocently and patted Manny's shoulder. The thin and dull man looked like a beautiful rag doll in the arms of the hybrid giant.

"That's disgusting."

The werewolf shook off Zals' arm and turned away.

"Hey, aren't you coming with us?"

"I'm going to find a place to drink. If I hang out with a bunch of 'kind' people like you, I'm afraid I'll get excited one day and donate my eyeballs to wizards."

Looking at the man walking away, Doyne comforted Harry: "He's not angry. He just uses this childish way to break the awkwardness. He also agrees with your approach, Harry."

Harley relaxed her tense shoulders and let Tiffany take her hand and cast the spell of leaving.

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Snape walked hurriedly, cutting through the crowd like a stream.

As soon as the get out of class was over, the children came out of the classroom in twos and threes, holding books and notes, and saw their professor, the cold-faced evil star Xiletlin Deduction Oil Nep, passing by without even looking at him.

The professor, who was striding forward, moved his ears and took in the whispers behind him.

'He looks like someone has been ripped off from all his money.'

'Hush... this joke has been made before, have you forgotten what Professor McGonagall said?'

'How often do you think he washes his hair?'

'I don't know, I guess...'

Snape could tolerate these idiots wasting their time, their futures were already determined anyway. Gryffindor fools.

The professor muttered something in a threatening tone, and the door opened a crack.

He came to see Dumbledore again today.

Ever since that 'yarn' appeared, he has been coming here more and more frequently.

"I asked you to bring it to me last time..."

"I'm not your servant, Dumbledore." Snape said sullenly, and nonchalantly pushed aside the various snacks on the table and sat down in a chair. "I found out."

The old professor nodded and busied himself with writing a letter.

"I said, I found out, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore put a period on the letter, folded the letter with satisfaction, put it in the envelope, and licked the seal with his tongue.

"What did you find out?" He handed the letter to a snowy owl and put a few Knuts into the small basket tied to his paw: "Good boy, go."

The silly white bird flapped its wings and flew out of the office window.

Only then did Dumbledore have time to look at him: "What did you just say?"

Snape stared at him, his voice hoarse and low with a hint of danger: "I said, I found out. About that man."

Imorton.

"Oh, tell me."

"You knew all this a long time ago, didn't you?" Snape stared at Dumbledore, like a hungry wolf trying to find flaws in its prey who was pretending to be calm. "To be honest, I can't believe it. So, Dumbledore, your plan has changed."

The eyes behind the half-moon lenses are old and focused, and behind the wrinkles and drooping eyelids lies a sharpness that is difficult to look directly at.

Dumbledore looked up and linked five fingers with the other five.

"I told you, Severus. She's different. Now, do you finally believe it?"

Snape, of course.

He looked up history and found that more than 3,000 years ago, in ancient Egypt, there was a Mr. Imhotep with the same name.

More than three thousand years ago...

The high priest who was unfaithful and murdered the Pharaoh; the agent who was only under the gods and walked in the world; the despicable person who was sealed under the feet of the god of death and was eaten by the execution worm; and...

Once awakened, the evil spirit will be resurrected.

Ansuna, Imhotep.

These two names particularly shine at a certain period three thousand years ago.

Did Dumbledore mean to say that this mummy, which was drier than the dragon's tooth powder in his office, was the culprit who caused such a ruckus in the Ministry of Magic and caused their Aurors to never return?

Snape didn't want to believe it.

Dumbledore blinked, "But I have to believe it." He looked at the man with a changeable mood and found this scene particularly interesting. "You should understand that even I have to spend some effort to deal with that number of Aurors."

They disappeared silently.

It was like the surface of the lake absorbing a flurry of light raindrops.

"You, don't seem as righteous as you claim to be. Dumbledore."

The old bee had no reaction at all to the loss of so many good people.

"If necessary, I can sacrifice myself."

Dumbledore frowned and twisted his pointed and curved nose. "But I still hope that I am the only one who will be sacrificed."

He would not force others to sacrifice under the pretext of some 'noble' cause.

Even if the destination is light, it is still the behavior of a dark wizard.

He only asks of himself.

"So, as a great benefactor, don't you still have to let Harley follow the path you have chosen for her?"

Snape folded his hands and leaned back, a look of disdain on his face.

"Gryffindor? Huh?"