Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

and so.

Mr. Myers.

old sir.

Your wife is Vivien Leigh?

Nagini had an expression that said 'I knew it would be like this' as she held the photo that she had just printed out in her hand.

The people inside are elegant, pretty and charming.

"This is your wife, isn't it?"

The old man scratched his chin embarrassedly: "My wife is in my heart, I don't want her to become a dancer on the bed..."

Stop making excuses, you old pervert.

Nagini smiled: "How about Elizabeth Taylor?"

Miles nodded honestly: "Okay."

Nagini: Haha.

Nagini knew very well what the old man meant. If the dancing puppet could be enlarged, she believed he would be a hundred percent willing to do so.

"Oh, by the way, do I have to take you there?" Just joking aside, Miles closed the book and asked, "Where is little Harley's school?"

Mori Tsukisa took a few bottles of water from the refrigerator and handed them to Harley and Nagini.

She remembered that the letter said...

"King's Cross?"

"I know. I mean, which one are you taking?"

"It seems so. It seems so. The one that leaves from Platform 9 3/4?"

"It sounds a bit ridiculous." Miles curled his lips: "But I believe that the platform must be somewhere we can't see. Magic, magic, if I were thirty years younger..."

Mori Yuesha pointed at the photo on the table and said, "At that time, Vivien Leigh was almost fifty."

"Don't say that again—"

"You are truly an 'old man in troubled times'."

Miles:…

You guys should leave quickly.

"I thought you would prefer Audrey Hepburn." Nagini unscrewed the glass bottle. "We should be back during the vacation, and we can video chat... maybe?"

"No problem. Asa's mana will not be affected by the energy of the wizarding world."

Miles did not want to communicate with them, and said that if it was 'not a bother' he would make an Elizabeth Taylor doll for an extra fee.

You are still strong despite your age.

Harry woke up very early on the day of departure. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't excited. She was only eleven years old. Besides her unstoppable curiosity about the unknown "magic school", she was also - it symbolized knowledge.

She had so many questions she wanted to ask the teachers.

Potions, spells, the relationship between the action and the length of the spell when casting, the reason why the syllables are misplaced and then restored by chance to cast the spell smoothly; the possibility of spell splicing, the techniques for making the felicity potion...

She had too many problems accumulated.

That should give her the answer.

The two girls were wearing Muggle clothes: Mori Tsukisa had her hair loose and tied it into a strand at the back with a rubber band; Harry put on a pair of thick, large black-framed glasses again. The kind without lenses.

"Your hair style is so nice today."

Halle's bob was finally tamed, though it was a little too long.

"Everything is ready."

Nagini came down from upstairs carrying two black suitcases, one containing what Harry needed for school, and the other containing her daily necessities and clothes.

Miles stuffed the last bite of egg into his mouth and patted Philippa who was drinking soup beside him: "Honey, we don't have much time, get in the car when you are ready. Your sisters can't be late."

The train waits for no one.

Nagini sat in the passenger seat, and the two little ones were held in the arms of Harley and Mori Yuesha, respectively. The car started and drove towards King's Cross Station.

—Miles knew where the station was, in the centre of London. This nine and three quarters…

The platforms don't have such strange names.

When they arrived, everything was just as Miles had imagined.

Platform 9 is on the right and Platform 10 is on the left.

Between the two plastic number plates was a beige brick wall about two or three people wide.

Left or right?

"I'll go find someone and ask."

My sister patted her trembling body, let go of the maid's hand and ran towards the platform conductor.

The plump man wore a wide-brimmed hat.

"Hello, sir?"

He had just finished showing the way to a woman holding a child when he looked down and saw a pair of big watery eyes.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Excuse me, how do I get to Platform 9 3/4?"

...what?

The man tilted his ear as if he didn't hear clearly, and refused to even bend his waist.

"Nine and a quarter..."

At this moment, the arrogance unique to this country was fully reflected in him - he could see that the girl with black hair and black eyes was not a local.

Asian guy?

"I don't understand what you are talking about, miss."

"I'm asking you, asking you. How do I get to Platform 9 3/4?" Mori Yuesha's eyes wandered to the round gold buttons on his chest. They were not originally on his uniform.

The man held up a record book and smiled: "I don't understand what you are talking about, miss."

His smile was polite and his tone was impeccable.

"It's just a place with a lot of people... well, you know Hogwarts -"

"I don't understand what you are talking about, miss."

Repeating the same words, the man arrogantly raised his chin, which had disappeared many years ago, and his dark eyes flashed with contempt. He straightened his iron-blue tweed coat and walked away from the girl with slow and heavy steps. As he walked, he muttered: "You can't even recognize the road and what bus to take..."

He hadn't walked three meters when there was a commotion behind him.

The pitiful crying attracted the attention of all the people who were hurrying around. They stopped and looked at the girl who was sobbing alone in the place.

"woo woo woo woo--"

"Hey, miss, you can't make a scene in public..." The conductor frowned, and he noticed that many people stopped around.

"Wow, why are you doing this!"

"I--"

"Why are you touching my face?"

As soon as he said this, the men with travel bags, the ladies with briefcases, including families of three with children - most of them looked at him with a kind of 'you scum' look.

"She lied! You...she asked me about a place that doesn't exist!" The conductor explained loudly to the people around him in panic. Specifically, he didn't know who to explain to. He had never encountered such a thing in his life.

"I can't remember the name my sister told me, woooo... He said dirty words... and touched my face and neck..."

It's over.

His sight became sharp, like nails that firmly stuck him in place.

More and more people stopped.

"He said if I let him touch him...he would tell me..."

Totally screwed.

He could already hear someone cursing at him loudly.

Soon, a manager angrily pushed through the crowd and squatted in front of Mori Yuesha. The man didn't look too old, and his eyes were bright. He first turned his head and glared at the conductor, then turned to Mori Yuesha with a gentle smile.

"Don't be afraid, kid."

He pulled out a small bag of beige candies from his pocket. "Where are your family members? Have you been able to contact them? Don't be afraid of him. We will give him the most severe punishment. Take your time. Take your time. Don't be anxious. When I contact your family members, the police will give him a hard time."

Harry Potter sipped her cool drink and stood not far away with Nagini.

"That's how your sister asks for directions."

"But that man doesn't seem to respect my sister." Harry argued a little, but Nagini really nodded.

"indeed."

"Mori Yuesha...what on earth is she..." Miles didn't know what to say. He watched the whole thing just like the two girls. "She..."

Nagini pushed through the crowd carrying the box.

"I think I should apologize, sir." The maid nodded to the man who looked very high-ranking. "I am her sister, and we have urgent business."

Apologize...is that the end of it?

Nagini ignored the man's suggestion - he suggested that Nagini could choose to call the police, and the conductor would definitely be in trouble.

Call the police?

No need.

She just smiled casually and said, "We have urgent matters to attend to." She glanced at the fat man, whose face turned red and seemed very angry. "It's up to you how to punish us. We are in a hurry."

Chapter 121 Entering the Platform

The incident was over and the onlookers quickly dispersed.

Nagini put down the box and left for a while. When she came back, she smelled of fresh human blood.

Miles and the two kids couldn't smell it, but Harry Potter couldn't.

She's been very sensitive to the smell lately.

"Did you kill him?"

"To be precise, it should be 'they'. After all, there are other people present. Sometimes I really don't know how to get along with a child who is like the Madonna." Nagini rubbed her belly and picked up the suitcase again.

The kid is blaming himself for the conductor's death...

Or sad?

She thought it was totally unnecessary. Looking at the fat body, she only ate half full. They should be apologizing for not being able to fill their stomachs.

Harry opened his mouth and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Why was she sad for a stranger who didn't respect her sister? She just questioned Nagini's way of handling the situation.

If you just eat it so carelessly, will the police of this world come to your door?

Wouldn't it be more convenient to use magic?

"Your little Emerald is grieving for the dead again." Nagini whispered in Mori Yuesha's ear, half teasingly and half jealously, "Why don't you go and comfort her?"

"itch."

Mori Yuesha rubbed her ears and said, "I also think what Nagini did was unnecessary."

The maid looked resentful.

"But I'm hungry..." She lowered her head even lower, closer to Mori Yuesa's nose: "Master." Her thin flesh-colored lips moved gently, exuding a scent that was unique to her.