Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"So, running away is a very necessary training. You need to have good legs and feet, right?"

As they were talking, Nagini came over from afar pushing a small cart.

The ruts flattened the grass along the way.

Small backpacks made of rags were piled up on the car floor.

"Here, I specially customized this for you: Defense Against the Dark Arts Advanced Edition Sen Yuesha Shuhui Come On Come On Weighted Bag."

As she introduced them, she picked up one and swung it in her hand, making a whirring sound.

"Come on, line up and lead one by one."

Who wants to carry this crap...

Is that black patch on top mud?

"Hurry! Up! And respect your teacher."

Two rows of reluctant students.

Ron followed behind Hermione and Harry, speaking furtively, "What's going on with your sister?"

"She's...fine?"

"Is she usually like this?"

Harry turned around and looked at Ron calmly: "What do you mean?"

Ron shrank back. "I mean, it's a bit... weird, isn't it?"

Hermione elbowed him.

"Just do as the professor says. Why do you always have so many questions?"

"Hermione, you are the one who has the most questions among us."

"Don't compare me to you," Hermione rolled her eyes and took the small schoolbag handed to her by Nagini: "I have never copied other people's homework."

The backpack was as heavy as a stone, and the little brown-haired lion almost fell down.

"Be careful, Hermione." Nagini supported her, picked up the schoolbag and put it on her arm and back.

"A little heavy."

Is this… a little… heavy?

Looking around, the grinning little wizards were either squatting or sitting down. Draconi opened her pocket and took a look. It was full of broken tree trunks.

"You got some broken wood for us to carry?" The proud Miss White Peacock couldn't believe it: "Broken wood? That's all? For us to carry? Is this your Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Slytherin buckle—"

Draconi screamed, "I know!! I'm carrying it!!"

She didn't want the entire school to lose points because of her. How could she lead the school then?

"Hurry up, hurry up, you are as slow as an old architecture professor."

Mori Yuesha urged them to go, passing behind the little wizards from time to time to help them put their school bags on. After the last person put their school bags on, she turned back to where she came from, humming a song: "Okay, now we have to start."

Ron muttered, "She wouldn't want us to run with our school bags on our backs, would she?"

Mori Yuesha glanced at him and nodded approvingly: "That's right! But he was chased by a super vicious dragon!"

She didn't think these kids could keep running in circles. There had to be something chasing them from behind - that's what Teacher Wu Tian taught her.

The young wizards watched as the unreliable "big sister professor" spread out her palm: purple mist gushed out, and after falling onto the lawn, it became thicker and gradually expanded. Then, a white dragon with kitten ears on its head jumped out of the mist.

'Gu (Ah)!'

Little Wizards: ...

what is this?

"A ferocious, terrifying, murderous dragon!"

'I think she's lying without blinking an eye,' Ron muttered. 'She looks much prettier than Hermione.'

Hermione swung her schoolbag behind her, knocking the boy off balance. "Ron Weasley, can you stand a little further away from me?"

This cruel, terrifying, murderous dragon...

In fact, it’s not that likable.

Draconian Malfoy was the first to pounce, followed by the Gryffindor girls—Hermione followed closely behind. The boys preferred to circle around her head and have her show them fangs and claws; the girls stroked her soft wings and her thin, slippery tail.

This ferocious, terrifying, and ruthless dragon...

Quite happy.

He held his head high and squinted his eyes, and his ears wiggled wildly.

'Gu (suckling).'

'Coo-coo-coo (the center of attention).'

'Coo-coo (big star)!'

Mori Yuesha was distressed: "Baby, you have to be more aggressive. Chase them more aggressively!!"

Cookie tilted his head, stretched out his curled limbs, and opened his toothy mouth.

"Gugu (Ahhh)!"

Little wizards: Too cute! !

Little Cookie: Gugugugugu (I’ll eat you)!

Little wizards: So cute! I want one!

Mori Tsukisa: ...

"Nagini, where is the Yellow Diamond Green Emerald's ultimate second-level polluter shooting prop I asked you to prepare?"

Nagini: "It's 'Plan B', Master."

"I'd like to be called this name. Please move in quickly."

While everyone was surrounding Long, the maid brought two buckets of black ink, one in each hand, and placed them at Mori Yuesha's feet. She then took out a yellow-green translucent water gun from the back of the car frame, unscrewed the cap and filled it with ink.

Leave it to Mori Tsukisa.

"Thanks to the Yellow Diamond and Green Emerald that I prepared, the second-level polluter shooting prop that can kill you."

She raised the water-soaked plastic gun and pulled the trigger.

Long lines of ink swished onto Draconi's skirt—and Cookie's forehead.

Everyone stepped back in horror.

"Hahahahaha now! Anyone who gets within three meters of me will be hit by one of my bullets! It's so hard to defend against! Quickly! Run! Up!" Mori Yuesa approached them with a gun raised - the little wizards from the two academies, who they didn't deal with very well, had surprisingly similar actions at this moment.

Just run away!

Following behind was a white dragon with a black forehead.

"Ron Weasley! Stop being lazy! I'm going to yell at you!"

"Draconi! Watch your butt! You're falling behind!"

"Run! Kids! The ink is coming!"

"Little Cookie! Why do you have the right to be the last one?"

One day at Hogwarts.

Students from other grades saw a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle:

A half-crazy substitute teacher, with long black hair, holding a water gun in both hands, was chasing behind, babbling; five or six meters ahead, a group of young wizards who had just entered school were running babbling...

Carrying a heavy, torn schoolbag weighed down by tree branches.

——By the way, it’s waste utilization.

The bag was made by the elves at Hogwarts, who Nagini asked to sew with rags, and the broken tree trunk was…

Then...

Those that were smashed and knocked down by some evildoer in the forbidden forest last time.

Anyway, I lost some money, so I might as well make use of the waste.

Ugh.

"Nagini! Give me another one! Low on ammunition!"

"I know, I know…"

Chapter 133 Infatuation with Severus

"Oh, dear Severus, you are like my destined disaster, the sun and the moon in the sky that are forever alternating..."

"I love you! Snape in the black robe... I am walking towards you with the oil of love all over my body..."

"I have to get my feelings out there, Professor. You've never left my dreams since I entered Hogwarts..."

The students outside the door were banging on the statues and walls frantically, and the crowd gathered together and made groaning sounds - inside the office, Severus Snape's face was dark, staring at Dumbledore.

The embarrassed old principal drank tea to hide his almost uncontrollable laughter.

"Open the door! My dear Snape! I can't wait to get into your soft satin robe..."

Bang bang bang.

Stamping and banging sounds.

Severus Snape leisurely tugged at his sleeves, revealing a pair of shriveled, thin fingers, and tapped the gilded black tray with his knuckles.

"Now, half the school... is in love with me, Dumbledore."

Mori Yuesha deserves to die.

"Are you still planning to protect that crazy woman?"

matter…

This is how it happened.

Half a day ago, Harry Potter knocked on his office door.

The green-eyed girl with dripping, wet black hair was holding the copper ring, half of her body hidden behind the door, looking at him cautiously.

"professor…"

The contour curve at the junction of light and shadow is soft, and water drops drip from the tip of her hair on her forehead onto the surface of her black round-toed leather shoes. Her slightly longer temples are tucked behind her ears; she takes off her big black glasses, revealing a beautiful, slightly red face, a faint green lake under her thick black eyelashes, and an upturned nose.

She huddled behind the door, her voice like that of a newborn lamb.

"Professor Snape..."

Harry Potter tugged at the copper ring shyly and said tenderly, "Can I come in?"

Severus simply nodded - and then the students poured in like water from a floodgate.

There were about twenty of them, filling his office tightly.

"And then you knocked them out." Dumbledore put down his teacup with a smile: "There are still many outside."

"If you weren't worried about them getting hurt."

Snape's face was stern, and he gritted his teeth: "I can't guarantee that they will lose arms and legs."

"It seems that Mori Yuesha's rumors about you..."

"Albus Dumbledore."

"That's really interesting."

As a 'good substitute teacher', Ms. Mori must have heard about the fact that a certain male professor of the Chiroptera order of Mammalia was hated by all students (except Slytherin) - she consulted several Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students, thought it over again and again, and decided to help with the idea of ​​solving the problem rather than avoiding it.

She thought of a way to change everyone's opinion of the poor professor.