Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Ron shrugged, shook the magic tip nonchalantly, and took out his pet from his pocket - a big rat with a toe missing.

"Good boy Scabbers...good boy..." He soothed the mouse and pointed his wand at its back.

“Daisies, sweet cream, and sunshine.”

"Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"

Obviously nothing will happen.

"If arranging a weird poem can become a spell, Shakespeare should have become a great figure in the wizarding world long ago." The girl sneered and glanced at the pile of snack bags and cookie crumbs on Ron's thigh with disgust on her face: "I guess you have never successfully cast a spell, otherwise you should know how weird what you recite is."

"I tried a few simple ones at home, just practicing and waving them around. They all worked - no one in my family knows magic. Of course, from what I understand, this is an excellent magic school, right? I need to make some preparations - textbooks, I mean. I have memorized all the textbooks, if they can be used... By the way, what are your names? I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger, and you?"

Ron hated the chatterbox.

Especially after embarrassing yourself.

Chapter 124 Snow Fairy

"Harry Potter."

"Ron Weasley."

He doesn't like this girl very much.

"Harry...Harry Potter?! I know about you!" Hermione raised her voice, her big eyes widened: "You appeared in Modern History of Magic, The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic, and Important Magical Events of the 20th Century! They said you are...you are..."

Hermione shook her fluffy hair, her eyes shining: "You are too famous! Harry Potter! I guessed what you look like, but I didn't expect, I didn't expect it to be..." She said, and then she became a little annoyed: "Rita Skeeter is not a good person, Harry. You shouldn't accept her interview! I collected a lot of past newspapers... It did cost some money. The important thing is, she is telling lies! Many of her previous remarks were not true. Some parties responded in the newspaper, but it was often of little use. Harry, I believe you are definitely not the kind of person she said..."

Ron was becoming increasingly confused.

What are these two people talking about?

"Thank you, Hermione," Harry said dryly. She pointed to the seat next to Ron and invited him, "Don't stand and talk all the time."

"You have no idea what a mess people are talking about you."

Hermione ignored Ron's reluctant look, brushed off the crumbs on the cushion with disdain, and sat up a little bit with her back straight: "Which house will you be sorted into? Gryffindor? I've asked around, Gryffindor is the best. Dumbledore graduated from there, and many Aurors came from there - Ravenclaw is not bad either. So what? Are you going to Gryffindor too? I see...oh, these two are?"

Only then did she see Mori Yuesha and Nagini.

The girl with her legs crossed, chin in her hand, was listening to her chattering intently.

"Hi." Mori Yuesa raised her index finger lazily and shook it.

“…Excuse me?”

"Mori Yuesha. Dumbledore invited me. I'm not a freshman."

Hermione glanced at her upper body. "Of course... a little older than us. She can't be a freshman. Okay, you're a teacher?"

"Not at all."

"You look underage? Mr. Dumbledore invited you? Can you cast spells?"

"Hermione..."

Harry opened his mouth to stop her. She knew her sister didn't use wizard spells very often.

"Yes, spells. For example, to restore it to its original state, clean it up like new, etc. They shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Mori Yuesha tapped her cheek and stared out the window absentmindedly: "I have never printed a spell with such a small power."

Small?

"Okay. Let me see how different the great power you mentioned is, how about that?"

Perhaps it was because Mori Yuesha's face was tender, Hermione seemed to be competing with her.

"I've heard there are spells that can light firewood and create obstacles. Which one do you know?"

"The kind that makes people grow tails."

Nagini glared at her.

"I've never seen it in a book—"

Mori Yuesha stretched and stood up from the soft chair, her ten soft white toes sinking into the blue and black striped seat cover. She tiptoed and opened the glass window in the car - the wind rushed in.

A scent of wet grass.

Hermione stared at Mori Yuesha's arm, watching her stretch out her five slender emerald fingers out of the window, and watching a ray of golden sunlight shine on her arm that was as white as winter snow.

Who is singing?

Unconsciously, Hermione's mind began to become hazy.

She felt that the girl standing barefoot on the seat opposite her, reaching for the window, did not belong to this train. This elf made of ice and snow seemed to be about to melt in the already cold and insufficient sunlight. She missed her territory and her people, who were covered with snow all year round, but she also loved the scene before her.

she…

Just before the carriage was about to melt and twist into pieces of thin black hair, Hermione heard a crisp snap of fingers.

The vision becomes clear.

Mori Yuesha was staring at the dark sky with her palms facing upwards.

Sky…

Snowing.

It was as if the Milky Way broke through the leak and poured down to the world, opening its arms to the green fields.

The snow flakes were falling down like white and fine flowers. The train was moving forward, and the wind was blowing backward. Large pieces of snow were rolled up and scraped on the tips of the overgrown grass; the cattle and sheep raised their heads to look at the sky, and soon, little heads popped out of the glass windows one after another, and the excited roars drowned out the wind outside the window.

It’s snowing——!

It will be cold at best this month, but it won’t snow, right?

Nagini watched coldly.

She and Mori Yuesa were the only ones awake in the carriage.

The three children looked at Sen Yuesha with fascination, as if a goddess was blowing the breath on the broken jade in her palm. They looked at her drooping brows drunkenly, and looked at the white snowflakes falling from the sky after the dark clouds had washed away, without saying a word.

How could it be... snowing?

The energy in Hermione Granger's heart was extinguished by the snowflakes.

She seemed to have witnessed a miracle with her own eyes - no, no wizard described in a book could match the power of the girl before her.

Not Dumbledore, not Grindelwald.

She didn't know whether the four founders of Hogwarts who were active long, long ago possessed such power - just looking at the stories made up by wizards, even Godric Gryffindor or Salazar Slytherin did not dare to be 'imagined' by wizards to have such extraordinary power.

She saw the north wind cutting through the green grassland like a knife, leaving behind a layer of glass-colored ice; she saw frost sprouting on the thick ice, growing into giant trees with lush and clear branches - she saw the snow sometimes falling heavily, sometimes lightly; sometimes all gathered together to form a square, somewhat naughty "mechanical snowman"...

She saw an elf that could manipulate nature's ice and snow.

This level is absolutely unattainable by humans.

who is she?

It started with fear and with snow falling all over the sky.

Afterwards, Hermione Granger marveled at her power.

In the end, all the ink gathered into a tiny dot of ink - who is she?

Who is Mori Yuesha?

The ink spot slowly melted into curiosity, melted into a carving knife.

It engraved this scene deeply into Hermione Granger's mind.

"you…"

A few people finally felt the chill, and the wind blowing in from the wide-open window became biting.

Mori Yuesha shook her open palm and slowly tightened it.

Snowflake stopped obediently.

The ice layer is rotting and the snow is melting.

No one could mistake this for an illusion - the water melted from the snow piled up over the grass in the wilderness, sparkling in the sunlight.

There were mottled lights flashing in the green.

So beautiful.

Mori Tsukisa.

"Sister..." Harley's face seemed to be stained with a layer of gorgeous glow. She stood up unconsciously, quietly approached Mori Yuesa, and opened her arms beside her legs.

"elder sister…"

"Want a hug?"

Mori Yuesa brushed off the small ice flowers on the palm of her hand, bent down, picked up Harley, and held her facing the window.

"is it nice?"

Harry said nothing, leaning his head back.

In the sparkling wilderness, the man-made swamp was carved out with a winding line by the train, and it also muddied the hearts of the two children.

Chapter125 White Peacock

Mori Yuesha's move not only stunned Ron and Hermione, but also Harry. This kind of intuitive and powerful power to change the weather was something they had never imagined, and it was something that only gods could do.

Unprecedented experience.

The newly melted ice was still wet on the car window.

"how did you do that?!"

Hermione pulled Ron away and sat next to Mori Yuesha, her eyes shining: "Incredible... You are just like an elf in a fairy tale - how did you do it? Is it a spell, or something else that only you can do..."

Harry glanced at Hermione's hand that was reaching out to grab Mori Yuesha's hem, pursed her lips, and let Mori Yuesha put her down.

She sat on the other side, and by the way, she 'touched' Hermione's hand that was holding her trouser leg as she passed by.

“Incredible…”

"Maybe it's a spell?" Ron bit a piece of colorful gumdrops and chewed and pulled it, muttering, "Does Hogwarts teach it?"

"Can you use your brain?" Hermione couldn't help but despise the boy who was covered in biscuit crumbs: "Do you know what this means?" She pointed at the rose made of ice dew in Mori Yuesha's palm. After being given to Harry, the little brown lion seemed even more unhappy.

"No wizard could do that. I guarantee that even Dumbledore would have trouble—"

Ron curled his lips and whispered back, "How do you know it's difficult for him to..."

"If you read more books you'll know."

"I don't have any books to read..."

"That's your business!" Hermione crossed her arms and raised her chin again: "It seems that you are not surprised at all, right? You don't understand what this means. Do you know Hogwarts? What do you want to learn from it?"

Ron felt that he was becoming more and more disgusted with this explosive guy.

She has never been quiet since she came in.

"You know so much." He rolled the gummies into a ball and stuffed them into his mouth, saying sarcastically, "You know more than Percy. Your goal should be to become a prefect."

"At least I know more than you, Black Nose." Hermione stood up with her head held high, like a proud swan. She walked to the door, turned around, and pointed at her nose: "There's something dirty here, don't you know?"

"Yes, some people can't see their own problems."

Go away victorious.

boom.

"I don't feel like going to Gryffindor now..." Ron took the tissue handed to him by Nagini and wiped his nose: "If I were assigned to the same college as her."

"Gryffindor is best?" Harry asked.