Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"But unfortunately we can't guess the thoughts of a creature that is inherently uncontrollable."

He laughed strangely a few times and glanced sinisterly at the still silent old principal.

Slytherins don't avoid storms, they join them.

Furious to the extreme, Minerva McGonagall calmed down instead: "Yes, that's why you killed Lily."

boom.

The person in the chair stood up suddenly, waved away the pale white mist lingering in the air, and came to Mag amid the gurgling sound of the boiling kettle spout.

He stared at her sinisterly, while the latter raised her chin proudly.

Dumbledore suddenly raised his head and looked at Minerva. Behind the woman's wrinkled face and drooping eyes, the old man could vaguely see a young face that was unwilling to fail.

From a weird and stubborn child to an outstanding witch, to a prefect, to the chairwoman of the student union, to a master of transfiguration.

Minerva McGonagall.

The wise and brave lioness who stood guard at the gate of Gryffindor did not lose any courage as time went by.

"We need to talk, Minerva."

Dumbledore finally spoke. He first glanced at Snape, who was suppressing his anger, and waited until Snape angrily left with his robe lifted up before making an inviting gesture to McGonagall.

"Sit down, Minerva. I thought you were going to draw your wand and give me a blow."

Minerva McGonagall's eyes widened: "I almost did!"

What happened in the square almost made her heart stop. Dumbledore, a noble, majestic and wise man in her mind, how could he - how could he!

"Want some quack candy?"

"You've been eating too many sweets lately." Mag shook her head in disgust and hooked the handle of the teapot to pour two cups for each other.

"Snape should not be angered. Minerva, he is probably right."

The pupils behind the lenses dimmed a little: "This is no longer a question of good and evil, you know what I mean." He is different from Mag. In his position, he sees more and must have sensed more despair.

You can chop the sea, and it will not be hurt.

True despair is not hysteria, not struggle and sadness.

It is to accept it calmly.

"She won't hurt the students." Dumbledore fiddled with his teacup, looking thoughtful. "...I reached an agreement with her...if it can be considered a deal. She will deal with that person."

It's obvious who that person is.

"The Ministry of Magic will not let go of this opportunity, Dumbledore." McGonagall shook her head. Did she really care about the centaurs? A small part, maybe. She cared more about Hogwarts, the cute students who sometimes made fools and were curious about everything... and Dumbledore. "You know the consequences of doing this."

Dumbledore knew: "But fame means nothing to me."

In the face of peace in the wizarding world, yes.

"At least let Severus do..."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Let him go, Minerva. He has suffered enough. I should also take up my responsibilities as a headmaster, right?" He said, "The volcano that looms over everyone's head is about to go out. Of course, I have to pay the price for this."

After all, it was his momentary kindness that led to all the tragedies that followed.

As for the centaurs...

Dumbledore frowned. "They are different from the Veela half-bloods and giant half-bloods. These creatures generally have great hostility towards humans. They do not recognize their human identity at all. Perhaps, taking this opportunity..."

Hopefully they can make the right choice?

Chapter 141 Low and High

eat human?

When it comes to cannibalism, Mori Yuesha has something to say.

She didn't.

She eats horses.

Halle: I eat horse, too.

Hermione: Horse.

Ron: Horse.

DRACHONI: Horse.

Nagini: They ate all the horse parts. I can't just starve.

When Dumbledore heard this, his expression was very interesting.

Yeah, just eat from the waist down.

"Miles is contacting us."

In the teacher's dormitory, Nagini held up her cell phone to show Mori Yuesha, whose face was covered in green mud.

"He said that the matter he asked us for help with has been settled." The maid pushed the screen and asked Mori Yuesha, "Do you want to go back? He hopes to discuss this matter with you face to face."

"Well... OK. Two days later?" Mori Yuesa held her head high, her wet hair tied into a small flower bud, wearing black velvet pajamas and half leaning on the headboard: "I want to play for a few more days. You know Hagrid - the half-blood giant, he seems to know a lot about magical animals."

"Six horses aren't enough food."

"Then I can't keep eating horses."

Nagini rolled her eyes. "It's as if I've been abusing you." She unbuttoned her collar, squeezed onto the bed, and hugged Mori Yuesha in her arms. "I'll go ask. The most edible thing I can think of is a dragon. Maybe we can buy a few through Umbridge's channels."

“Try it first, if it tastes good…”

"Got it. I'll buy some more for you."

Having said all, it was time to talk about something else. "Hehe... Nagini, are you full today?" The hostess's voice became ambiguous.

“…You know you’re applying a facial mask, right?”

"I don't have any shame."

"No, it's not time yet. Wait--"

"You don't love me anymore, Nagini."

Nagini: ...

The maid turned over and pressed her master down. The master did not struggle at all, but twisted and turned in her arms, giggling.

"You're dead, Mori Yuesa."

"You always say that. But—Hey, you sneak attack!"

…………

……

White Rock Castle.

The rough big hand was teasing a poor mosquito. It was lightly covered by the huge palm, and then released after a while, allowing it to escape - a few seconds later, it repeated again.

The buzzing blood-sucking insect failed to pierce the skin of the palm of the hand, but instead broke its own mouthparts.

"Your hobby is kind of gross, Zales."

Doyne sat in a chair, her feet far off the ground, swaying unsteadily, holding a golden feather pen and writing something on the paper.

"Oh." Zales replied in a muffled voice, and covered the mosquito in his hand again: "It can't fly away."

buzzing...

knock.

There was less than five seconds of silence.

buzzing-

Doin sighed and put down the pen. "If you have nothing to do, go play in the woods, Zals."

The giant said frankly: "It's not cool outside."

"But you are—"

Suddenly, Duo Yin was stunned. She felt that the spell she had set was broken - she did this on purpose, a poor quality but sensitive spell that could be quickly detected by her after it dissipated.

Who went to the Dursleys'?

"Zales."

"Ok?"

"Go out with me."

Doin jumped off the chair and drew her wand.

The Aurors bore no ill will to the Dursleys, and the powerful spell kept out the followers of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named—who else? Who else, a wizard powerful enough to break her spell and find the Dursleys?

"There's no time, Zales, follow me."

The smaller man jumped onto the half-giant's lap and waved his wand.

…………

……

The Dursleys.

The vortex of magic power spit out two figures, one big and one small.

'Shh...'

After stepping on the ground, the little girl immediately tightened her belt and raised her wand. She led Zales carefully to the main door of the building, pointed the tip of her wand at the lock twice, and then gently pushed the door open...

Two pairs of leather shoes were neatly stacked on the shoe rack, three roses in good spirits were placed in a thin-necked vase, and the round lamp above emitted a warm yellow light.

There were no signs of a fight.

Duo Yin sniffed her nose and smelled a pungent odor.

She tiptoed down the corridor and saw the Dursley family sitting indifferently in the main hall.

Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley, with their children sitting in the middle.

The three of them stared blankly at the empty wall, ignoring the arrival of Zals and Doin without saying a word - on another sofa, a strange black-haired man was leaning on a thin long knife, looking at the two people with a smile.

"I guess you were the one who cast that poorly made warding spell." He was not afraid of the nearly 9-foot-tall giant, and tapped the hilt of the knife leisurely. "I am William Elliot."

Zals held a wand longer than a baseball bat and stood in front of Doin. The little man hid behind him and pointed his wand at him from a distance.

"Who are you? What's your purpose?"

"That's a long story." The man stretched and stood up from the sofa. "It looks like you're on Potter's side, right?"

The moment he stood up, the lights in the room began to flicker wildly.

Harry Potter…

"You're a Death Eater!"

Duo Yin was as if facing a formidable enemy. "I can't let you hurt Harley! Zales——"

"Of course I can."

He gracefully pulled out the long knife embedded in the floor, twisted his wrist, and made a beautiful knife flower. Then, blue flames ignited along the blade.

"Let me see, after the plot twist, what level of people surround the protagonist."

"The most difficult punishment dungeon?..."

"Tsk, with you guys, the plan is complete. Am I really born to be the protagonist?"

What plot...

What protagonist?

What's the twist?

What is he saying?