Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The man named William strolled leisurely under the lightning-fast wolf claws, manipulating the narrow blade in his hand, clusters of dark blue flames burning vigorously on the blade. The sharp nails of the wolf claws scratched the tip of his nose, and then were cut off by the knife.

"Your offense is like slow motion in these eyes."

He even had time to use one hand to push back the strands of hair on his forehead, revealing his scarlet eyes—three black magatama were spinning faster and faster in them.

Tiffany gritted her teeth and ruffled the girl's black hair.

"Live."

She said, then turned and rushed towards the man with the knife.

The long knife pierced her lower abdomen.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, and used her broken left hand to strangle the man's body, while her right hand reached back and extended her magic wand.

Point to Harley.

"Apparate!"

The last thing Harry heard was Bellatrix's scream of frustration.

The magic circle boiled, sending the little people inside away, and then dried up in an instant.

There were two bodies left.

"You idiot!" Bella paced madly on the floor, kicking the wolf's head he cut off far away: "You said you wouldn't let me do it! Look who you let go! Elliot, I will tell the master! You are so stupid..."

William Elliot looked at the dried-up magic circle gloomily and thoughtfully.

"She can't run far, Bella." William raised the knife and pierced Tiffany's face from one end to the other. "The grandmother of the Veela... Diagon Alley. Oh, she can't run away..."

Chapter 149 Standing aside

Harry vomited outside of Vivian's shop after Apparition. The spell that kept spinning did not wake her brain up after she landed. The little girl wiped her face which was half stained with blood, and knelt on the ground with a thump. Without checking her knees, she hurriedly got up from the ground and ran away.

She didn't have permission to go to Hogwarts, so she couldn't floo there. And the time was not suitable for contacting anyone slowly.

She was just a first-year wizard, and she hadn't even mastered the Apparition yet.

She pushed open the door and rushed in.

The old man inside was holding a book and had just slowly turned a page.

"Auror! Can you contact an Auror?"

Vivian put down the book in surprise: "You——"

"Tiffany asked me to come to you, Vivian. I'm Harry Potter, and we're being hunted..." She took out the triangular sapphire from her pocket.

The old and elegant woman's face turned serious, and she suddenly stood up and came to Harry.

"Tiffany, where is she?"

She questioned in a bad tone.

"she…"

Harry hesitated to speak.

"Where's my Tiffany? My..."

As she asked, she slowly closed her eyes.

Vivian knew the answer.

No wonder…

No wonder the little guy has been chattering in my ear lately, talking about finding a benefactor, doing great things, and protecting...

Extremely happy.

original…

"So, you left Tiffany and ran away, right?" Vivian knew that this was not the case, but she still wanted to ask. At her age, the only thing she hoped was that Tiffany could live happily every day.

Now, a girl covered in blood rushed in and told her: Your most precious child died for me.

Or I abandon her.

How do you answer, Harry Potter?

The nearly transparent green jade was calm and still. She held the wand in one hand and grabbed her sleeve with the other, sloppily wiping the increasing amount of blood on her face - this made it difficult for Vivian to see her expression clearly.

Her voice was nasal, as if she had been punched.

“…No, ma’am.”

Vivian looked at the embarrassed girl in front of her for a moment.

"Come with me." She let out a long sigh - she knew how Tiffany had sent the child here. The secret technique in their bloodline could only be used once in a lifetime.

Is it worth it?

Harley followed behind Vivian. Because she and Mori Yuesha only stood at the counter when they came to shop last time, they naturally didn't notice the condition of the old man's lower body.

Now she saw it.

Vivian is missing a foot.

She had a wooden prosthesis on her left foot, and she limped when she walked hurriedly.

"Don't think too much, Miss Potter." Vivian's voice came from the front: "The secret technique can only be performed voluntarily. Since Tiffany performed it for you..."

The wooden feet stepped on the ground, and although they were still wearing shoes, the sound was far different from the real ones.

The old woman leaned sideways, half of her face glowing red in the firelight in the dim corridor: "...You have to live with its life." She shook her head gently and smiled bleakly: "I thought that times have changed, and people like us would have a good ending... At least Tiffany should have..."

Some people are alive but cannot meet each other, some people have escaped from the quagmire but can no longer feel happy.

"I once applied medicine to a man on a bright afternoon... Ah. It's been so many years since I thought about it. It was physically difficult at that time, but it was very interesting for the soul."

The old man muttered to himself as he limped through the secret doors: after coming in from the corner of the shop, he first turned the candlestick; then, he went through the thick stone walls and chanted a spell; then he went inside, and the light became brighter and brighter.

"The faint smell of medicine was mixed with the faint mint scent on his body. I still remember grinding the leaves and the sunlight spreading in the room. I tricked him into licking the herbs, and he said the tip of his tongue was bitter - that big fool, haha."

The old man smiled like a young girl who had pulled off a successful prank.

"I plan to wait until I am about to die before bringing this up," she said, "and ask Tiffany to help me deliver the things." Vivian's helpless voice trembled a little: "What a pity... my Tiffany..."

She took Harry into the secret room, which looked like an ordinary storage room.

There was nothing inside. In the center of the room stood a thin rectangular column that reached the height of Harley's neck, with a copper bowl on top.

The wall opposite the door was recessed and had a crude fireplace built into it.

When Vivian took the copper bowl down, Harry realized that there was only a handful of Floo powder in the bowl, enough for one person and one flight.

She held Harry's thin wrist and poured all the Floo powder into her palm. Then, she took out a yellowed letter from her pocket - the letter looked old, with long-faded coffee stains and ink marks on it.

It can be seen that the envelope has been rubbed repeatedly many times.

There was no recipient written on the cover, it was tied with light gold thread, and the wax seal was a chubby little hedgehog.

Vivian stuffed the letter into Harry's pocket and patted it.

"Go, child." The old man came to the fireplace with a melancholy look and gently blew away the dust on the bricks. "This magic fireplace can only be used once. The location has been preset. You just need to sprinkle powder. I think it's time to use it."

She pressed Harry's shoulders and pushed her to the fireplace. She wanted to say something, but the door behind her was roughly cut open.

It was cut in half at an angle by a sharp knife.

Bellatrix and Elliot walked in slowly.

The man calmly adjusted his cuffs and brushed off the non-existent dust on his shoulders. His scarlet eyes stared at Harry as if he was staring at his prey.

Salivation.

It's like looking at a walking meal.

"Come here, Harry Potter..." The man called her name softly: "Come here. I promise not to hurt you..."

Vivian burst out laughing.

"Compared to the men of decades ago, the men nowadays are so inferior." The old woman didn't even take out her wand, and laughed so hard that she fell backwards: "You killed my Tiffany? You?" She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned her head, and said to Harry with gritted teeth: "Promise me."

"Revenge for Tiffany."

She suddenly grabbed Harley's wrist with such force that it seemed as if she almost broke her wrist bone.

Her expression was ferocious and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The old man just looked at Harry, waiting for her promise.

“…I promise you, Vivian.”

Harry closed his eyes and patted his bony hands gently.

The next moment, she was pushed into the dirty fireplace by a huge force, and the Floo powder in her hand flew all over the sky.

The dark green fire rose vigorously without the need for dry wood, and swallowed up the small figure in an instant.

At the last moment, she saw a cold long knife pierce the old man's heart from behind.

She laughed as the green flames engulfed Harley, and she mouthed words to her that only they could understand.

'Remember what you promised.'

five minutes later.

Bang.

Vivian's magical prop shop was blasted to the ground by a spell.

Two figures swooped away.

A bird with a gleaming red body stood on the flagpole of the store next door. It looked at the two people's departing backs with its lively eyes, and then turned its head to look at the ruins with billowing black smoke.

It sensed the magical fluctuations of Apparition.

It was a bit disappointing.

The bird flapped its wings and disappeared into the air with a whoosh.

Chapter 150 Dorothy found her way home

The flames rose and burned, wrapping the little person in warmth. It embraced her, passing through countless shapeless nodes - at a certain preset exit.

A burst of black smoke came out of the fireplace, carrying with it the girl covered in ash and blood.

This is the third time today.

Harry rubbed his knees. Before he had time to look around, a heavy and fast footsteps came from afar and broke open the door a few seconds later.

First it was a long, thick cane, then a pair of shoes stained with yellow mud.

She knew this man.

"Damn it..."

Seeing Harry, Moody's eyes began to roll wildly again. "What are you doing—" The old man seemed to understand what the fireplace meant. He limped over to Harry with a slightly sad look on his face and pulled her up from the ground.

Reluctantly, he looked into the fireplace a few times - he wiped the ashes, hunched over, and saw that it was empty.

It was used, but the person who came was not who he thought.

"Harley..."

"What happened?"

So many things happened today that Harry didn't know where to start. She tugged at the burnt corner of her clothes and shook her head at the old Auror.

Moody raised his cane and slammed it down on the floor.

There was no overhead light in the room, only a row of crooked, cheap candles burning on the table. The smell of dust penetrated my nose, and the owner of the room was sincerely admitting his mistakes.

Of course, Harley knew that this made no sense at all.