Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Sister, you were just staring at its paws."

“…I want to see if it’s healthy.”

"Shouldn't we look at the wings...?"

"That's because you don't understand, Harley." Mori Yuesha's lips were covered with white ice cream water, and she patted her shoulder in a mature manner: "Whether a bird is strong or not depends on its claws."

Or a voodoo pendant, right?

"I can't forget—"

"It's the birds that suffer." Nagini rolled her eyes. "If you want, I'll go to the supermarket and buy you a box of frozen ones."

"That won't work. The book says it very clearly, it has to be fresh and alive."

Nagini thought it was a good thing the book didn't say that a fresh snake tail was needed.

"No, no, I still need it."

Halle: I don't understand what you're talking about.

——The notice not only listed "wizard robes", but also included Madam Malkin in a bracket at the end. Nagini didn't know whether the store had a partnership with Hogwarts or for some other reason. In short, Harry didn't plan to go to the Tofan Clothing Store again.

Last time, the short gentleman didn’t ask for money, and the girl felt a little embarrassed.

"It was Professor Dumbledore who took care of me."

Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch dressed in purple with a sweet smile.

——Indeed, the decoration in the store is far inferior to that of Tuofan Clothing Store. I just wonder how much money this seemingly unprosperous small business can make every year during the school enrollment season.

"You should give him a kickback, right?"

Madam Malkin was very surprised by Nagini's words: "How can you say that? Madam, Professor Dumbledore is a selfless person."

"This is officially designated," Nagini said, scornfully. "This professor is so selfless."

She didn't believe there was such a person.

"Your maid has a point."

Harley was not far away, sitting on a footstool like a puppet, and next to her was another thin, pale puppet - she was talking to her with her arms folded.

"Are you a freshman this year, too?" The girl spoke slowly, with a long, strange tone. The tone of her voice and the rise and fall of each word and sentence seemed to follow some kind of rules. "I think you are."

"I am." Harry lowered his head and didn't want to talk more.

"Well, your maid is quite smart. I think so too. It would be unreasonable for this shop not to give Dumbledore some kickbacks. After receiving the acceptance letter, everyone will come here."

Madam Malkin, who was bending over to test the length of her with a pin, looked up and glared at her.

"My dad is next door buying books for me, and my mom is looking for a wand." She said leisurely, with a tone that was both complaining and familiar. "Why don't first-year students bring their own broomsticks? That's unreasonable."

She shook her ponytail that was held up by a creamy white bow lace headband, raised her pointed chin, and looked at Harry with her cold gray eyes.

——She just had an ordinary ponytail with a wisp of slightly curly blonde hair in front of her forehead. But no matter how Harry looked at her, he felt that she must be a "young lady": anyone could see her pampered spirit.

The kind of thing called "momentum" must be cultivated in a certain environment, such as the platinum-haired lady in front of her, or Harry Potter herself - she herself did not realize that in the eyes of others, every move of the black-haired princess-like girl was full of careless criticism (Harry herself was completely unaware of this).

They were all brought up (spoiled) by Nagini and Mori Yuesha.

This is also the reason why the other party started talking.

similar.

"Do you have your own broomstick?"

"…No."

Harry didn't even know what it was.

"Then how do you play Quidditch?"

"…What is Quidditch?"

The other shook her smooth forehead, brushing away the golden strands. She stared at her with narrow, cold grey eyes. This made Harry feel uncomfortable.

"You're a Mudblood?"

Three questions, none of which Harley knew.

Broomsticks, Quidditch, Mudbloods.

She didn't understand what the other person was saying.

"You don't look like one. People like us have a keen sense of smell for our own kind." The arrogant blonde girl made a sniffing gesture - she shrugged her upturned nose.

To be honest, if she wasn't so aggressive and if she could control the arrogance that was everywhere in her eyes, this action would be quite cute.

"what's your name?"

Harry opened his mouth, but before he could answer, he heard her continue, "I'm Dracony Malfoy. You must know the Malfoy family, right?"

Good, this is the fourth one she doesn't know today.

Harry's eyes were blank.

Draconian's patience ran out, she raised her chin, snorted, turned away and ignored her.

——Then he was pulled back by the shoulders by the annoyed witch.

"How can I measure the size if you're moving back and forth?"

Harley: ...

want to laugh.

Chapter 118 Higher Energy

The blonde was just a minor incident, and Harry didn't take it seriously. It was just that the little girl hesitated for a moment when paying.

She plans to find a part-time job during the summer vacation.

Maybe the wizarding world can employ child labor?

She couldn't keep spending her sister's money. After entering school, there might be more things she needed to buy.

"You spent less than half a minute of Arrietty's money."

Wh, what krypton?

"A kid who plays games so much that he's almost ready to buy shares in a gaming company."

Anyway, Nagini couldn't understand these people. Not to mention Arrietty, Ansuna and Immorton spent all their money on cigarettes and alcohol - all kinds of whiskey, wine, sake, liquor, different types of cigars and tobacco. The two of them smoked every day but didn't seem drunk.

Not to mention the cookies, just eating them would cost her a lot of money.

Hera...

Hera is fine.

She wasted all of Mori Yuesha's mana.

"Don't waste your time on meaningless things." Nagini disagreed with Harry's idea: "What Arrietty gained from her trip is enough for you to work for decades."

The young wizard shook his head.

She remembered that in the "magic spell collection" that Hera gave her, there was a spell that could control humans...

Imperio?

That was one of the three unforgivable spells - little Harry didn't understand what exactly was unforgivable. Ms. Bast said that different worlds have different ways of "cognizing" energy, and spells that work here may be greatly weakened in other worlds.

Only extremely high-level energy in the multiverse can achieve universal connectivity.

For example, the mana that belongs exclusively to miracle creatures, such as psychic power, chaos magic, arcane, white magic that symbolizes order, etc.

Obviously, wizards waving batons are not among them.

The best she can do is control the people in this world and bring wealth to her sister - this trick might not work in other worlds.

There is nothing similar in Ms. Bast's magic system. Most of them are curses, magic to break enemies in battle formations, and magic to encourage.

The Imperius Curse...

Ms. Yolanda…

Although she had obtained her sister's hair, she was not ready to face that person yet - if it was Him, he should be able to give her more clear directions.

Nagini glanced at the girl with a changing expression, thinking that she was worried about the 'robbery' again.

Sometimes it’s not good to be too kind?

"You have to get used to it."

…What?

Harley blinked, not knowing the fifth one today.

"Too much kindness is weakness."

Harley was confused.

"Ugh."

Harry had long gotten used to Nagini sighing and looking at him from time to time. Nagini... seemed to have some misunderstanding about him.

but…

Who cares.

Flourish and Blotts has textbooks for young wizards to use in school, piled up on the bookshelves, tables, and floors, all the way to the ceiling. Books range from as big as drawing boards to as small as stamps; some don't even have words on them, and some are tied to the bookshelves, making strange noises when people get close.

What Hera found for Harry was complete enough, she didn't need to buy anything else, as she couldn't finish reading all of them.

Then came the crucible and the telescope - it is worth mentioning that Harry was also very interested in potions. She was even able to give Nagini a brief introduction to them.

For example, why you have to turn clockwise three times or the difference between potions made with male beetle eyes and female beetle eyes.

She had lived in the Dursleys' house for so many years and had little chance to read books. The chance she finally had to apply for a library card was ruined by Dudley.

Hera gave her a huge surprise, allowing her to happily absorb what she needed from these crystals of wisdom.

'We are short of scholars, Harley.'

'A normal person with a brain, to be exact.'

She felt that Sister Mori Yuesa was actually very, very smart at times.

Hera's response was: 'I just like your optimism.'

Um... okay.

The items on the shopping list were crossed out one by one (except for the part added by Mori Yuesa herself), and the three ladies, one big and two small, still felt a little unsatisfied.

“I haven’t finished buying it yet.”

Mori Yuesha began to shout unwillingly: "It also lists the sexy bagged strawberry candies that are on fire, the Vivian doll that automatically performs 35 dances, the dry and refreshing trampoline and--"

You added that on yourself, and Harry won't need it for school.

"What if?" Mori Yuesha still wanted to rescue her, and she argued with her neck stiff, "What if she needs to learn to dance? There is just a little man who can teach her. Thirty-five kinds! Listen, listen, is it worth it? It's worth it!"

It's totally worth it, and it would be even better if those thirty-five types weren't all striptease.

Speaking of 'automatically performing thirty-five dances', we have to mention Ms. Vivian - a famous lady in Diagon Alley.

What kind of girl? The kind you want.

It is said that she lived in Stinky Shell Harbor when she was very young. Later, the black area was destroyed by the Aurors, and people died or disappeared. Vivian was the only one who survived and had a complete memory of that place.

She even published an autobiography titled "The Lowly and Noble Me", which caused quite a stir at the time: it described what she had seen and heard from the age of twelve until she was thirty-five, and how she luckily survived until the Aurors destroyed the place.

The book clearly describes the darkness and filth of Chouke Port.

Immediately afterwards…

Half a month later, the book was banned - but Ms. Vivian became famous.

She took the opportunity to open an 'interesting' shop, and with her years of experience, she provided advice and help to those young wizards, and also prepared suitable and safe supplies for those experienced gourmets.

A woman with brains, courage and good luck.