Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Harry. Harry Potter."

Harley smiled at him, "This is my sister, Mori Tsukisa. Her maid, Nagini."

"Harry…Harry Potter?!"

Ron's eyes widened and he leaned forward in disbelief. "You are Harry Potter?!"

Harley moved her hips back imperceptibly: "I am."

"You, you...they said..."

Well, Harry had seen this scene many times.

At this moment, she suddenly understood why some stars were impatient with their fans - it had just been a while, and she could almost predict the other person's expression after she said her name...

"I'm Ron." Harry pinched her hair with two fingers and rolled it up, just revealing the lightning-shaped scar on her forehead.

The hair curling techniques are neat.

"Oh my God! This is..." Although the carriage had a door, Ron still lowered his voice: "... Is this what the mysterious man did?"

"Maybe? I don't remember anything."

"At all?"

"almost?"

Ron wanted to ask more specific questions. He stared at Harry for a while and suddenly realized that the person next to him was not only a "famous person", but most importantly - she was a girl, a beautiful and lovely girl.

If he continued to question the other party, he would inevitably talk about some bad memories.

"Ahem...we still have to sit for a long time."

It was a stiff and awkward transfer. Harry blinked his green eyes and said in a clear voice, "You know a lot. Are all your family members wizards?"

"Anyway, I guess..." He rubbed his nose and muttered, "My mother never talked about those Muggle cousins..." He scratched his pants, there was a question in his mind that he had been wanting to ask.

"actually…"

In fact, he wanted to ask who the girl sitting across from him was - the girl who had taken off her high heels, was sitting cross-legged with her chin in her hand, looking at the fields passing by the window. The girl with black hair scattered on her face was concentrating on looking at the scenery, and her emerald-painted little toes were moving restlessly; the maid opposite her pulled open the table like a magician, and took out a pot of iced drink and four cups from somewhere.

Who are they?

He could tell from their height (Nagini) and figure (Mori Yuesa) that these two were definitely not the same age as him.

They will not be freshmen.

"My master was invited by Dumbledore."

The maid seemed to be in a good mood (after eating some snacks), and said as she poured the drinks, "Harley is a freshman, and I am the master's maid."

He began to wonder if these two were some kind of 'noble' pure-bloods.

"Lemon tea, while it's still cold."

Nagini pushed the cup toward Ron.

"Thanks…"

Nagini smiled and said you’re welcome.

The train was very stable, with almost no noise. The soundproof wooden door blocked the footsteps coming and going in the corridor. After a few drinks, the child, who was not easily embarrassed, finally released his childish nature.

He began to talk non-stop.

"…I'm the sixth in my family to go to Hogwarts. My mum always said 'You have to take them as role models' - role models. Bill was Head Boy, and Charlie was captain of the Quidditch team - oh, do you know Quidditch?"

Harry nodded.

She heard someone say this not long ago.

"…Okay. Anyway, they are all much better than me. Percy is already a prefect, and Fred and George—you must have seen them just now, but you can't tell them apart, right? They are twins, and their grades are pretty good. And Ginny, she is the only one who doesn't need to be compared."

"You have so many brothers and sisters. Isn't that great?"

Ron lowered his eyes, looking a little depressed. "If you have five brothers, you never get to use new things. I wear Bill's old robes, use Charlie's old wand, and Percy's discarded rats."

He patted his bulging jacket pocket, and a squeaking sound came from inside.

"If only I had one brother..."

The girl who had been looking at the scenery for a long time suddenly turned her head and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Harley squinted her eyes: "I'm hungry, sister."

Ron: ...all that talk.

He looked at the "famous" who seemed to be acting like a spoiled child, and saw her staring at the girl who was staring at the wilderness diagonally opposite. His eyes followed it down and stopped at her feet that felt soft to the touch...

Finally, I saw the maid whose smile became increasingly dangerous and whose eyes became increasingly cold.

"I, I don't...I...kind of...I should..."

Should he be hungry?

Chapter 123 Chirping Continuous Cannon

The pastures full of cattle and sheep seemed particularly fresh in the sun. At about noon, there was a crackling sound from the roadside - it was not clear until the other party knocked on the door of Harley's carriage.

The woman pushing the cart was not young, but she had two dimples when she smiled. She squinted her eyes, looked around the interior of the car, and asked, "Honey, do you want something to eat?"

Halle was indeed a little hungry, she had only eaten breakfast before leaving.

"I--"

Ron interrupted, "No... I don't need it..." He took out a deformed sandwich from another big pocket, blushing, raised it up and quickly hid it in his pocket: "I'll take it with me--"

"Give me twenty of those little gold and blue boxes!"

Ron:…

Mori Yuesha crossed her legs and pointed two fingers at the piles of beautifully packaged goods on the wooden cart: "Give me ten more brown boxes! And the candy and the soft one - forget it, you can keep the cart."

Nagini rubbed her temple and stood up to negotiate with the other party.

Finally, the cart was pushed away and the snacks were piled all over the table.

I hope the other little wizards can bring their own lunch.

"What is this, Ron?"

Mori Yuesha didn't care who was hungry. She opened the gold and blue paper box with 'Chocolate Frog' printed on it.

Shake it and you can hear the sound of frogs croaking inside.

"Chocolate Frogs, I advise you to be prepared before you open them. They are charmed to jump, very high, so -"

The second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat.

Ron saw this girl, who was almost the most beautiful and delicate girl he had ever seen - she opened her mouth foolishly (although a little impolitely), as wide as she could: aimed, and then... lifted the carton.

A black shadow croaked and jumped, then flew into her mouth with a whoosh.

grunt.

The girl closed her mouth and chewed contentedly, and gave Ron a thumbs up.

"What a coincidence..."

Ron:…

The boy glanced at Harry Potter.

"Your sister..."

Harley: 'Great, huh?'

…OK.

It was the first time he saw someone eating chocolate frog like this.

"I discovered the benefits of the wizarding world a long time ago." Harry sat opposite her. Mori Yuesha could only wipe the corners of her mouth and then wipe it on Nagini's sleeve. "The food is delicious, did you notice?"

Harry shook his head.

She was holding a snack called 'Bibi Every Flavour Beans' in her hand. The following was written on the box:

"Amazing taste, you never know what the next one will taste like."

It sounds like a mix of strawberry, chocolate or something.

However, Ron said: 'George has had the booger flavoured ones before. It's true! You can't guess what the next one will taste like, they all look the same!'

Sorry, Harley doesn't want to know.

Mori Yuesha glanced at Nagini secretly: "In other words, if you want to taste the booger flavor, just pour the whole box into your mouth..."

Nagini decisively picked up the box of every-flavor beans and threw it out of the window.

"Nagini!"

The maid ignored her and let her cry. She took the opportunity to grab the whole bag of beans and threw them all out of the window.

"Na! Ji! Ni! I was planning on getting some for Miles and Arrietty, too."

——Nagini finally understood that sometimes saving others is the same as saving yourself.

When Miles was being bullied, I didn't stand up against it, because it wasn't me who was being bullied.

When Imhotep was being bullied, I didn't stand up to oppose it, because it wasn't me who was bullied.

When Arrietty was being bullied, I didn't speak out because she deserved it.

When Hera gets pranked... I should be especially happy, right?

"You're almost like a balloon." Nagini poked her cheek with her fingertips: "If Imhotep has a mental breakdown, it's all your fault."

Mori Yuesha once recorded an audio clip, which contained only her own sharp and crisp voice repeating in a loop: "One, two, one, two, one..."

Then she had Hera play it in the middle of the night in Imhotep and Ansuna's bedroom.

——This is also the reason why the two servants later voted to agree to separate Hera and Mori Yuesha.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

"He can also take revenge."

"We are not one, two, one." Mori Yuesha nudged Nagini's chest with her head, her sleepy eyes full of thoughts: "We are..."

Nagini covered Mori Yuesa's mouth with one hand and slowly took out a cold sandwich from her bag.

After she opened it and took a bite, she nodded and thanked Ron.

"Thank your mother for me. She made a delicious lunch."

This silly child rarely seems to respond to thanks. Nagini half-smiled and pouted: "You're about to break your wand."

The tattered and peeling wand he had taken out of the suitcase earlier.

"The unicorn hair is almost showing... but it's still usable."

"What spells do you know?"

"Fred taught me a spell." Ron unnaturally framed Mori Yuesha and Nagini in his sight - he thought these two were some kind of distinguished guests of Dumbledore, and being able to perform in front of them would probably be something worth bragging about when he got home, right?

So, with a 'quick nod' look in his eyes, he asked Harley in a fake manner: "Do you want to see it?"

How could Harry say no?

"Cough cough..."

"daisy--"

"Did any of you see a toad?"

The door of the box opened.

A girl with thick, shaggy brown hair poked her head in - her clever brown eyes saw the tattered wand in Ron's hand. A gust of wind blew past the corner of a black robe, and Harry smelled a faint scent of lilies.

"Neville's…oh, are you chanting a spell?"

She crossed her arms in a somewhat arrogant manner, leaned her shoulders against the door frame, and raised her chin high. "Let me open my eyes?"