Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Petunia Dursley glanced at Vernon, then turned back and loosened her somewhat exhausted hands. "I have to teach you how to cook and clean the house. You may not be very smart, but you have some strength, right? Aren't you good at washing dishes?"

"Listen to me, Harley. You have to listen to us."

The continuous sharp sounds pierced Harry's heart like arrows.

"They said... Mother was a very good wizard..."

"What wizard? Who said that? Who's talking nonsense?" Vernon almost jumped up from the sofa. "Nonsense! Girl, I admit that there are some strange things about you. I admit it. But, but."

“The world would be better off without them.”

"Look what she did? Hanging out with those dirty wizards. I knew they would suffer sooner or later - if they had listened to me..."

Harry couldn't listen any more.

"Uncle," she said, "I think I have to go to Hogwarts." She was wearing a big, loose black hoodie and shorts, with bare calves and a pair of beautiful sneakers on her feet - just like the girls chewing bubble gum and skateboarding on the street, she looked completely different from the old girl.

"I have to go. That's what I want, that's what I need."

"What do you know about needs?" Petunia Dursley said in a squeezed voice, becoming more and more impatient. "You will be grateful to me, child. I will let you go to Stonewall School and become a waitress in the future. I will teach you at home, and you will be a good wife - you can choose any good guy around Dudley, right?"

Those who abused her?

Harry shook his head stubbornly.

"I! Won't! Allow! You! To! Go!"

Petunia Dursley finally became famous.

She didn't receive the letter that year.

My sister received it.

Now, he had none, his own child, Dudley Dursley had none - but Harry Potter had one.

Why is she always luckier than me?

Her daughter too?

Why?

"I would never pay those lunatics to teach you tricks."

Penny concluded the matter.

She won't pay.

"Sister is rich." Harry Potter took a few deep breaths and calmed down. She looked at her aunt, perhaps her only blood relative in the world: "I just came here today to inform you, aunt, uncle... and Dudley. I'm leaving. Maybe I'll come back to see you during the holidays, or maybe not."

Harry stood up and bowed to Petunia Dursley.

"You're crazy! I won't let you go!"

Petunia Dursley tugged at her husband. Vernon understood and stood up, stretching his fat arms in a menacing manner. Their son also stood up gloomily.

"You have to stay home through September!"

"Go back to your room, parasite. Don't make me beat you up."

"September! After September! You still want to learn juggling? You have nothing!"

Harry Potter put her hands in her pockets, moved her left hand, and slowly pulled out a slender and straight...

Black magic wand with golden ring.

The room fell into a long silence again.

"You, you...you are the same as Lily..."

Petunia Dursley's eyes flashed with fear. She grabbed her husband's sleeve with her left hand, and hugged Dudley to her with her right hand, her lips trembling.

"I love you very much, aunt and uncle."

“But I found what I wanted.”

Harry Potter faced them and slowly walked out of the living room, step by step. She turned the front door and walked out.

"What love? Look! I knew she was a monster like her mother!"

Vernon growled from behind.

阿…

of course.

At least, let everyone think she is in love.

Harry Potter smiled innocently.

Just right for her age.

At least, when some people can't do anything to her, they can find a place to vent their anger. Isn't that right?

She couldn't kill her own relatives with her own hands.

So sad.

Harry Potter thought.

The skipping girl put her hands in her pockets and ran across the street to her real home.

…………

……

Mori Yuesha from another world changed the fate of old Miles.

Changed the fate of Philippa and James.

And this letter sent from Hogwarts gave the old professor of architecture more 'ideas' - for example... his two children are pretty good, huh?

"You want them to go to Hogwarts?"

"That's a magic school." Miles gave Harley a pleading look: "Magic, do you know what it means?"

"It means that the soup will get cold if you don't drink it."

Nagini patted the back of Miles' chair and reminded the old man: "Shouldn't you respect the cook?"

"Oh…"

Philippa and James are still young, and if we look at them according to Harry's age, these two children will have to go through a lot for a while.

"I'll go with Harry this time. I'll mention it to Dumbledore."

Mori Yuesha knew what Miles was thinking. Even mortals, even powerful politicians and billionaires with a mountain of money, could not resist the temptation of the extraordinary.

That is another system, another new world.

Miles is old, he doesn't need to see it himself.

He just hopes that his children can have a different and interesting life.

magic…

“I just don’t know if they…”

Have you any talent?

Miles is worried about gains and losses, but Mori Yuesha is not.

The two children were having fun in their dreams all day long, so much so that the old man had recently begun to notice their sudden sleepiness - with the aura of Idhela, even if Philippa and James did not have the ability to cast spells, they would still live an 'interesting' life.

"You worry too much. I'm still here."

Mori Yuesa put down the bowl, pulled up Harley's sleeve and wiped her mouth.

"I have a lot of fun here."

"I'm worried because of you, dear." Miles shrugged: "I may be very busy recently, so I'll leave the house to you."

"Don't you have fixed teaching times?"

"Other things."

Miles stared at the white tablecloth with blue flowers.

about…

About a man who was giving him trouble.

After searching for so long, he finally found his whereabouts.

perhaps…

"Mori Tsukisa."

"Ok?"

The old woman glanced at Nagini who was concentrating on serving her, and spoke hesitantly: "If... I mean if. If I want to ask you for help... what kind of 'price' do I need to pay?"

This is Miles' understanding: people like Mori Yuesha, who help "mortals", will inevitably ask for something in return.

"Have you read too many fairy tales?"

He has recently chatted with an old friend who studies religious history. Indeed... he is a little bit drunk.

"My master is not a devil." Nagini shook her head and smiled. "We have been living here since we left Springwood Town, and we haven't done anything for you. Miles, if you need any help, don't hesitate to tell me directly."

"If by chance, this is interesting..."

She poked her index finger into Mori Yuesha's cheek, making a small dent: "...I think some people will rush to it."

Chapter 117 Miss Dragon

Miles didn't say anything in the end and returned to his room with a heavy heart.

During this time, Doin and the others came to see Harry several times; Manny seemed to be in a bad mood and only sent a gray bulldog with a letter recording the history of the canine tooth brooch - "noble", anyway, it was an extremely long introduction.

Harry didn't read it much and replied, 'I like it so much, I can't bear to bring it with me.'

Like...

Just kill time.

Then, it's off to Diagon Alley.

The dimensional gate will do.

"My sister's magic is much more powerful than those of the wizards." Harry Potter did not envy Nagini for being able to turn into a giant python. In comparison, she liked what Mori Yuesha did to the group of 'invaders' one night more.

That way of fighting opened little Harry's eyes.

As everyone knows...

Little did they know that someone was not allowed to attend the event because he was wearing pajamas that could easily expose his private parts.

"Magic? That's not magic. My magic... you... can learn it." The dimensional gate behind Mori Yuesha disappeared into thin air. They had arrived. "But, is it really good? I always feel that there are better things waiting for you."

Outstanding? The wizards? Or Lady Bastet?

"Is there no one else?"

Mori Yuesha's smiling face made Harley lower her head unconsciously.

"Hey, that's really scary."

Every day, Mori Yuesha would tease her and mess up her hair that she had just straightened and combed.

"As long as you find it interesting. Come on, we have to buy a lot of things today."

…………

……

Harry had been to Diagon Alley once before, so there was nothing new. She wasn't interested in those weird books, but she liked the animals sold in the pet shop - the spells and potions information Hera got from the Ministry of Magic was enough.

"Would you like one?"

Three people each held a multi-layered rolled milk ice cream, licking it and walking in a line, like tourists.

"Bring one, so that we can deliver the letter to Miles and Doyne."