Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"…Just go with you. What's the most important thing about traveling?"

Harley thought for a moment: "...Toss?"

"I am happy, happy, happy!" Mori Yuesha unhappily butted Harley's head with her forehead: "Stop bringing back some indecent and ugly appendages. Ugly rejection, do you understand?"

Mori Yuesa's nod made Harley's tense body relax and she smiled.

"My sister's aesthetic taste is... hard to figure out."

"I feel like you're being sarcastic, Miss Harry Potter."

Harry didn't reply to her, but just smiled quietly.

…………

……

All in all, the recent farces caused by Mori Yuesha have caused chaos in the college, and everyone is disgusted by her - except Professor Sybill Trelawney.

The professor of divination with his fluffy, thick, golden-brown hair is so adorable to this black-haired elf!

(God knows why she skipped a grade to attend the senior divination class.)

Not only is she good at card reading and tea leaf prediction, but she can also talk about stargazing very clearly. Although Nagini privately told Harry and Hermione that Mori Yuesha was just talking nonsense and Hermione strongly agreed with her, this could not change Professor Trelawney's high praise for her.

'She's a very gifted little prophet!'

The professor said: 'She is much more talented than me, she was born to do this!'

Anyway, Hermione Granger didn't believe that Mori Yuesha could see a "bald-tailed cat" from a pile of dried tea leaves - Ron called her a witch in private, but Hermione thought Mori Yuesha was a storyteller. When she was with Harry, their ages were reversed. The younger one was the older sister and the older one was the younger sister.

Before the class even started, Hermione was already starting to feel a headache about this mysterious subject.

Chapter 135 Gradually Approaching

Will these things we gamble our lives on have any results?

…Who knows.

William Elliott stood in the shadows on a street corner smoking a cigarette.

The summer here is not too hot to bear, and most people are willing to go out for a walk in the evening. Children skipped by, curiously looking at this strange and handsome face - some bold girls would even pull their best friends up to talk to him.

This is Privet Drive, a green street with faint street lights casting shadows and a gentle evening breeze.

Carefree people, quiet and peaceful environment.

—gave William Eliot a strong desire for destruction.

After struggling in the hellfire for so long, the little bit of humanity he had was completely worn out.

The man's gentle smile concealed a chilling madness. He stroked his shoulder-length black hair and looked at the building not far away with his narrow eyes: the house that was cast with two layers of protection spells.

One of them should come from Albus Dumbledore, out of protection for the Dursleys - and the other is much more cumbersome, probably the product of a twisted plot.

However, this doesn't stop anything at all.

……

"Task One: Destroy Voldemort's (Tom Marvolo Riddle) seven Horcruxes personally."

"Ring of Marvolo Gaunt (Completed)"

"Tom Riddle's Diary (Completed)"

"Slytherin Locket (Completed)"

"Hufflepuff Gold Cup (Unfinished)"

"Ravenclaw's Diadem (Unfinished)"

"Snake (Unfinished)"

Harry Potter (Unfinished)

"..."

"Mission 2: Help the Dark Lord to resurrect and join the Death Eaters (completed)"

"..."

"Task Three: Help the Death Eaters rule the wizarding world (based on the Dark Lord taking over the Ministry of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix being destroyed, and Dumbledore's death)"

"..."

"Sixty days left."

"..."

Since the task mentioned "personally", William Elliot also knew where the "pitfalls" of the so-called "highest difficulty" were.

First, he had to go undercover beside Voldemort to give him advice, while secretly destroying his Horcruxes - as quickly as possible.

Then, he has to face the most powerful white wizard in the world: Dumbledore - he is not naive to think that the old wizard will be as "weak" as shown in the movies.

If he were to make things worse and be discovered by Voldemort, he would be attacked from both sides.

Finally, tasks two and three mentioned "help", which means that in the twisted plot, the Death Eaters would never be able to do what was in the original plot on their own.

Of course, not relying entirely on the original plot is the first rule that every tasker learns.

Is this the highest difficulty: Singularity?

William Eliot smacked his lips.

It doesn't seem as scary as the rumors say.

The speed at which the taskers in the space use and acquire power far exceeds that of the natives of any world. And the power system in the Harry Potter world is very low-level... Maybe the power of the natives has been raised?

He was ready to try.

Anyway, with his current level, it wouldn't be difficult for him to get through this time safely if he was careful.

William Elliot's strength may not rank in the top ten in that space, but he's definitely in the top fifty.

So, be conservative.

First control the Dursleys, and then find a way to trick Harry Potter back - confidence is not arrogance, he does not want to rashly attack Harry Potter in Hogwarts and face off against an enraged, the most powerful white wizard in history.

As long as Harry Potter is dealt with, that's enough.

Then, he quickly escaped and hid in the Death Eaters' camp - pushing the Dark Lord's attack on the Ministry of Magic and secretly destroying the remaining Horcruxes.

He will be teleported away in the next second.

No one can do anything to him.

As for why Harry Potter wasn't killed during the Battle of Hogwarts...

He doesn't gamble.

What if Harry Potter was a 'trap' and was suddenly killed by two killing curses from Voldemort during the Battle of Hogwarts? After all, anyone who understands the plot knows how obsessed Voldemort is with Harry.

"Destroy the Horcrux with your own hands."

personally.

Then his mission would have failed.

If you fail, you die.

So, he had to quickly push forward his plan within sixty days.

First, there was the Dursleys.

William Elliott took off his cigarette, threw it on the ground and crushed it with the toe of his leather shoe.

There are two spells here.

A strong protective spell - powerful, but mainly hidden, the owner will not find out after it is broken; a low-quality protective spell - the energy is very weak, but the other party will quickly notice it.

Someone other than Dumbledore approached Harry and placed a spell on her home.

"let me see…"

William Elliot loosened his shirt collar and walked leisurely towards the Dursleys. He turned his right wrist, and soon, a long blade without a hilt, inlaid with a deep ruby ​​and burned black, appeared in his palm.

"Detect Magic." As the words were spoken, invisible magic power spread forward like a cone.

The man tilted his head and waited for a moment, then received the message. He smiled and swung the weapon in his hand - a blue flame suddenly ignited along the blade.

In the peaceful neighborhood at dusk, there is a black-haired man holding a knife in one hand.

The invisible barrier was shattered with one strike!

He whistled excitedly.

"The reason why people in this space can dominate any world is because we have more possibilities." The man muttered to himself as he spun the blade in his hand lazily, waved it in the air a few times, walked to the wooden door, and pointed his index finger at the door lock.

"Switch Technique."

Click.

The lock jumped up and welcomed the stranger.

Then, push the door.

He was greeted by a lead bullet.

clang--!

The muzzle of the gun was scorching hot. Vernon Dursley held it tremblingly and watched the black bullet hit the invisible barrier in front of the man.

It hit the ground, bounced a few times on the entrance mat, and made a dull sound.

"Protection from Arrows, sir, if you want to hurt me, you must at least use an energy weapon." William Elliot smiled and let go of the hand holding the knife. The weapon burning with cold flames shattered into countless spots of light and dissipated in the air.

The trembling mother hugged her chubby son and stood in front of her husband who was holding a gun.

This must be the Dursleys.

"You, you, I'm warning you--!"

Vernon Dursley raised his gun in a timid manner, as if the heavy, cold iron object could protect him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dursley, I won't kill you just yet...you guys."

William Eliot bowed politely and raised his left hand before the three men.

Snapped his fingers.

"Charm Person."

Chapter136 You look delicious!

whoosh-

A wooden arrow passed through the gauze-like morning mist, through the large leaves, and pierced into the soft and moist soil of the dense forest under the cover of dazzling sunlight. The arrow body was rough and had scattered small burrs.

About seven or eight centimeters away from the tail of the arrow, there is a cluster of arrow feathers made of bird feathers.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard soon after.

It was holding a lantern, with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse. It was over eight feet tall at the shoulder, with its bare lavender upper body painted with rough patterns. The creature with the quiver on its back looked like a fairy tale guardian of the jungle, but without the horns or the beard.

Its facial bones were much more developed than those of humans, and its entire face looked like a deformed child born by a giant. The horse's hooves dug the soil vigorously, and it leaped down from a small hill in the woods, and in the blink of an eye it landed in front of several people who were building a wooden house.

An unfinished tree house in the forest not only needs to be cut down, but also needs to be smashed with hammers.

A small house in a tree.

"Get out! Human!"

The centaur roared and rushed over like a whirlwind, shaking the lantern in his hand left and right: "Get out! How dare you cut down trees without permission!"

The bald man who was doing the rough work touched the back of his head, turned his eyes away from the wooden board and the production drawing, and his face was covered with black mud.