Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"I'm not your house elf, Malfoy."

Nagini said coldly and poured two cups of tea for them.

"Luckily you're not, otherwise I would have made you live in the basement with the most cockroaches." Draconian lifted her blonde hair and raised her palm-sized feet mischievously, "They have to take off my socks and change my shoes."

"That's right! Nagini likes this!"

Nagini had a headache: "...Master."

"Oh." Rabbit picked up the teacup to cover up and stuck out his tongue: "I didn't say anything."

You've said it all.

Draconi seemed to understand something and looked at Nagini with her gray eyes. "Wait...what did I hear?"

"It's best if you didn't hear anything."

Nagini smiled: "That day in front of the main castle, did you almost..."

Draconi was furious: "Shut up! Mud—" Suddenly, she thought of something and gritted her teeth and changed her words: "…You inferior, rude maid!"

"Pointless anger."

Nagini bowed politely and turned to leave.

After she left, the deliberately imitated "arrogance" on Draconi's face drooped instantly. She slid off the bed to the carpet and crossed her legs like Mori Yuesha: "How can you allow such an rude servant to be around you?"

Mori Yuesha chuckled and twisted her black hair with her index finger, saying something unclear: "Because she is great."

…What?

"You are too young to understand."

Draconi frowned her thin eyebrows: "My father always tells me I'm great."

Mori Yuesa felt that the "great" she was talking about was not the same as the "great" that Malfoy's father was talking about.

"Why isn't it a good one?" the white peacock asked. She raised her hand to block the sunlight that came in through the gap in the curtains. The golden light made her eyebrows, eyelashes, hair and face very light.

Like a platinum-colored doll painted in a similar color.

She moved her butt towards Mori Yuesha and looked over with eyes like the mist on a lake.

"I'm pretty good too, right? Much better than Potter."

Mori Yuesha smiled and shook her head: "I didn't realize how great my little jade is."

"I took second place in the race the day before yesterday, and she was only third." Draconian became increasingly confused, her thin lips curved back: "How could you not know?"

"This stick... needs to be made by hand—"

Halfway through the conversation, the bedroom door was rudely pushed open. Hermione Granger came in hurriedly holding two books, stepped on the heels of her left and right feet, and jumped onto the carpet barefoot.

His brown hair was flying and he looked crazy.

"Morris! I came to see your new—why are you here?"

Draconia snorted twice, "Why can't I, Granger. This is my room."

Hermione rolled her eyes in disdain. She put her book on the table and sat down with her robe in hand. "Students have their own dormitories. You really should read the school rules carefully, Draconi."

"You are the one who should read the school rules carefully." Draconian flipped her hands to show them her newly made, delicate light gold nails, and said nonchalantly: "The school directors have their own separate rooms in Hogwarts." Then, she fluttered her long eyelashes and said with disdain: "Do you know what a school director is?"

"I'm from the muggle world! I know much more than you do!"

Hermione bared her teeth. "You just rely on your father. Were you scared by the centaurs that day? I saw your face wrinkled like Professor Flitwick."

"I'm not afraid of wrinkles, I'm afraid of n——"

Draconi covered Mori Yuesha's mouth in embarrassment and anger - her palm instantly felt painful and itchy, which made her put her hand behind her back the next second.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The lighter the skin, the more obvious the blushing will be.

Draconi lowered her head, stood up, and ran out around Mori Yuesha.

"What's up with her?"

Hermione shrugged. "Who knows? It's a hereditary disease in the Malfoy family. What were you talking about?"

"Discussing recent events, discussing whether she is great, whether Harley is great..."

Miss Lion was a little excited: "What about me? Am I awesome?"

Mori Tsukisa: ...

Click.

Nagini came into the room holding a new teacup, her face full of questions: "Why did the Malfoy's run away? He almost knocked over the flowers I just arranged - Hermione, what would you like to drink?"

"Anything is fine," Hermione pointed at herself happily: "Nagini, am I great?"

Nagini: ...

Just do evil, Mori Yuesa.

Chapter 145 Skipping Class

Harry Potter is the type who is listless and doesn't like to talk to anyone except in front of Mori Yuesha.

Hermione was different. Miss Encyclopedia seemed to have endless questions to ask, as if she was afraid that the answers would be gone after tomorrow, and she would not let go of anyone she caught up with - from basic spells to magic, from wizards to magical creatures. After Mori Yuesha told her the story of "other worlds", she kept pestering her.

To be honest, Nagini once felt that this girl's thirst for knowledge was too strong. After flipping through many books without getting the answer, she began to ask Mori Yuesha to help her find information in the restricted area.

These are things that little wizards cannot know, or even ordinary adult wizards cannot know.

For example, the Philosopher's Stone and the Horcruxes.

"So, this is the highest level of magic?"

After listening to what Mori Yuesha said, she didn't say whether she believed it or not, or how much she believed it. The heavy snow outside the train window would never lie.

"Using the magic in my blood to cast spells..."

"If you divide the soul... can that thing regenerate? Like a gecko?"

Of course not.

So if you cut too many times, you will go crazy.

Then, Hermione began to ask Nagini intentionally or unintentionally about how many times Mori Yuesha had cut her soul.

"She just told me I was crazy."

"Smart people talk in a roundabout way."

Beside the stone road, shouting slogans, the little wizards were no longer as nervous as they were many days ago. They walked skillfully, and were able to keep each row and column neat while maintaining the formation.

No one wears the thick and long wizard robes now. Everyone wears a short-sleeved shirt and carries a weight on their back, or wears a towel around their neck to wipe sweat.

Most of them accepted it reluctantly, while a small number tried every possible way to skip classes.

——It would be useless even if Mori Yuesha chased after him with an ink-spraying water gun.

thump.

As he was speaking, he lay down.

"Why are there more and more people getting sick recently—"

thump.

again.

"I heard from Miss Know-It-All that the Weasley brothers gave the children a kind of candy that can make people sick. She was very disgusted by their behavior of experimenting on unsuspecting children."

"Nagini, he's got a nosebleed."

The one who fell behind was a Gryffindor girl - she climbed up from the ground crying, with two streams of blood running from her nostrils all the way to her chin.

"Professor Mori Yuesa, my nose is bleeding!"

She was followed by a few Slytherin students, including Draconian.

Same, nosebleed.

"We need to rest, Professor."

Little clever ghosts.

Mori Yuesha beckoned to the girl in the lead: "Come here, little one." After the clever little Gryffindor came over reluctantly, Mori Yuesha held her chin and gently pushed it up: "Tilt your head back, and it will stop dripping in a while."

Draconian and several Slytherins pinched their noses and were eager to try: "Then can we sit here and wait for the nosebleed to stop?"

Nagini thought to herself, I hope you guys can still be so happy later - the maids can understand anyone who wants to skip class, except Draconi. This delicate lady looks like she is deliberately provocative, as if she is eager to anger Mori Yuesha... Am I overthinking it?

"Come here and stand in a line."

Mori Yuesha spread out her palms with a smile: several dark red chains jumped out from the dark purple mist, and the hot chains tied them tightly.

Happy after-school time.

In the main corridor on the first floor of Hogwarts, a few unlucky little creatures were hanging upside down, like red silkworms, with only their heads showing.

The students passing by pointed and giggled as they walked away, and some mischievous senior students even took out their wands to cast a reinforcing spell on them.

——He was hanging for more than half an hour before he was rescued by Professor McGonagall who came after hearing the news.

"She started to attack the students!!"

The first person to be affected by the lioness's anger was Mr. Dumbledore.

"We have a rule that we cannot cast spells on students!" Professor Minerva McGonagall's nose was about to knock his glasses off. "Today I can tie you up, tomorrow I can stab you, and the day after tomorrow I can kill you! What did you promise me last time, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore leaned back. "She..."

"I know, I know she didn't use any spells. We agreed, didn't we? She can't hurt the students."

Dumbledore didn't know how to speak for Mori Yuesha.

The twins Fred and George's products have a huge market among students. Apart from Mori Yuesha, other professors don't seem to know much about this magical way of skipping classes, unless...

Unless there is a girl who dares to contradict the teacher for Mori Yuesha, unless someone reveals this secret.

"Professor Mori Yuesa did nothing wrong."

Hermione Granger stiffened her neck and spoke one sentence after another, leaving Professor McGonagall speechless: "I don't think you know that Slytherin students - well, there are quite a few Gryffindors too. You probably don't know how they skip classes and how many times they skipped classes."

"The word about the quick-acting candy for skipping classes has spread among the students - it causes coma, fever, nosebleed, and vomiting. Afterwards, students can take the 'antidote candy' and happily go back to the dormitory to sleep for the whole afternoon or go out to play with the troublemakers who took the same leave. Professor McGonagall, they deserve to be hung up."

After Professor McGonagall announced that it was Mori Yuesha's 'mistake', the young lioness could not wait a moment and rushed into the teacher's office without stopping, holding the books from the previous class.

This was the first time she contradicted her teacher, who was the dean of her own college.

Because he can't stand skipping classes, or because...who?

Dumbledore pulled the paper down a little, winking at her furtively—and raised it up again to shield himself from the view when McGonagall turned back.

Professor McGonagall was a little surprised when she heard about the quick-acting candy for skipping classes. "If I'm not mistaken, it was the twins who did this again?"

Otherwise who else.

"Even so..."

Mag seemed a little hesitant, but someone soon made the decision for her.

The first one who couldn't bear it anymore was Professor Flitwick.

The short goblin really couldn't stand people skipping his class, especially using such a crude method - repeating it over and over again, one after another.

Although he can't lay hands on students...

"If there are so many people with nosebleeds next time 'by chance', I will have Miss Granger hang you all up and make you listen to the whole thing backwards. I think Mori Yuesa didn't go too far. At least you didn't have to run in the sun."

Hermione raised her chin proudly.

then…

Herbal medicine class...

Forget it.