Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Fortunately, it looks okay.

He breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Shit luck.

"If you had stayed in school and not run around, so many people wouldn't have died because of you."

The man who spoke without thinking regretted what he said.

Sure enough, before McGonagall could reprimand him, Dumbledore turned his head and looked at him very seriously - Died because of you?

Snape, do you want this girl to live in guilt for the rest of her life?

Do not…

Just so angry.

"It wasn't Harry's fault. You know, it was that guy and his guys. They..."

"My intelligence has not degenerated like that of a Gryffindor student."

It was impossible to apologize. Snape glanced at the calm girl, snorted coldly, turned around and walked to the bookshelf, turning his back on them.

"terribly sorry…"

Harry's voice was as soft as a down feather, floating across the ears of the three professors, conveying the purity and gentleness of the owner of the voice.

Professor McGonagall seemed not to have heard clearly: "What?"

"I'm very sorry."

“…Who to tell?”

Harry lowered his head, sitting on a high chair with his feet off the ground; he held the cup in both hands - his hands were small, and the teacups in Dumbledore's office were so big that he couldn't even close them with both hands.

"…People who are worried about me." She added. Her beautiful green eyes, hidden in her loose black hair, secretly looked at the man staring at the bookshelf.

Well…

Dumbledore smiled. He saw the double-minded man twisting his left foot restlessly - a sign of his embarrassment.

And Harry Potter...

Definitely a good kid.

"Don't blame you, Harry. I have led many people to fight against the Dark Lord, many people. Including your parents." Dumbledore comforted the uneasy girl with his gentle eyes: "They sacrificed to protect you, but in the final analysis it was because of me, because of us. We are fighting against the Dark Lord - so, do I have to live in guilt all my life? For your parents, for those warriors who died in battle?"

"Of course not." Harry smiled a beautiful arc: "I understand, Professor."

"You should be clear about a lot of things now. Hagrid is a big mouth - you probably know that I put you at the Dursleys' house, right?" Seeing Harry nod, the old headmaster continued: "Lily - your mother cast a protective spell before she died, it would be better for you to stay at your aunt's house. Well... Actually, McGonagall and Snape gave me advice."

"They asked me to raise you myself, at Hogwarts, right here."

Dumbledore glanced at Minerva, his old eyes sparkling with wisdom. "I know, I know everything. That family was mean, stingy, and extremely reluctant to adopt you - but do you know why I insisted on this decision? It seems that if you grow up in Hogwarts, you should be safe. It is as safe as the Dursleys, or even safer."

Harley tilted her head and thought for a moment: "…to keep me away from the center of the storm?"

The old man tapped his temple with two fingers and said, "That's right, Harry. You are very smart. Stay away from flattery and troublesome social activities. You are too famous. This will make you arrogant, conceited and overbearing from childhood. The suffering you endured in your childhood will become a good medicine to keep you sober after you have power."

Well said.

Harley totally disagrees.

She nodded obediently, thinking the opposite in her head. What she didn't know was that an Outer God who had seen her once had played some tricks on her little head. Otherwise, with the two Legilimency masters in this room...

Ah. She was thinking 'Ah'.

Long sigh.

Because what Professor Dumbledore said was a little too self-righteous.

After listening to the words of this wise old headmaster, everyone would give a thumbs up - Professor McGonagall would say: What a long-term vision; Snape would say: Smart old bee; anyone in the wizarding world would have to agree and nod from the bottom of their hearts, cheering for this great white wizard striker who 'considers others' and 'has far-sighted plans for Harry'.

Harry thought it was good too.

If she wasn't involved.

Chapter 154 Confession

As long as she is not involved.

right?

'Suffer first, then sweet', 'No smooth road without ups and downs', 'Suffering leads to greatness' - there are countless proverbs and maxims, but in Harry's opinion, none of them can be as happier as her sister's 'I'll protect you'.

Harry was confused.

Did he, or they, know what was happening to them?

Knowing that she had to endure vicious ridicule and scolding every day, even her own father and mother, even her own personality and body...

Did you know that she eats the worst cold dishes but has to do the most work?

Did you know that Dudley 'accidentally' kicked her off the bed when she was three or four years old; that Aunt Petunia often found excuses to put her in solitary confinement and locked her in a dark room since she was five or six years old; that when she was seven or eight years old, nightmares spread and Dudley and his friends would stuff stones into her underwear all day long; that after she was ten years old, boys who had learned about certain gender differences through certain channels began to look at her body with extremely eager, curious and exploratory eyes?

Do they know this?

Knowing that her underwear was 'lost', she went to Aunt Petunia, but was insulted by her, 'Don't try to seduce my good boy', 'You really look like your mother', 'Put away your disgusting and smelly clothes' -

Do they know this?

'Suffer some hardship first, and when you have the strength later, it will become a good medicine to make you sober.'

can you?

No.

will not.

The scattered black hair cast a dark shadow under Harry Potter's eyes.

It will become an addiction that turns me on.

If only she were a boy.

Harry had thought about this for days and nights. Boy, at most she would be beaten every day, so what? Maybe she could find a chance to beat him back - instead of being surrounded by a group of boys like now, with their weird looks and unbridled burning gazes melting the thin piece of cloth.

Children's curiosity is really scary.

Harry didn't know how to respond to those people from the wizarding world who came to visit her.

'Look, it's all thanks to Dumbledore. The wise, far-sighted White wizard - he's the greatest of all, and he's been very good to you, hasn't he?'

At this point, Harley didn't know what emotion to respond with.

All I can say is: Yes, sir.

He is really nice to me.

If I had to choose, I would rather live in an orphanage.

——There is one thing that Mori Yuesha and all her servants do not know: Hera once classified them, saying that Arrietty is a person of like mind, Nagini is a helping hand in times of hopelessness, and the ancient Egyptian couple are impressed by Mori Yuesha's strength.

Each servant has a different reason for following Mori Yuesha. Hera believes that Harry is willing to follow Mori Yuesha because the child suddenly sees a bigger world and has a strong yearning in her heart; Nagini believes that it is all because of her master's "inhuman" charm.

Mori Tsuki…

She is even simpler. She thinks she is beautiful (yeah).

In fact, to Harry Potter, Mori Yuesha is a ray of light.

The light that broke through the clouds on that gloomy afternoon.

Before her sister showed up, she had actually thought: When she was a few years older, maybe two or three years older, she could find a boyfriend and use him to escape from this family—or maybe she should find a man with a rich family so that she could move out completely.

She also thought of other things: be patient, and be patient for another four or five years. Try to seduce Vernon Dursley and use her "natural tricks" to make them uneasy. Then, have an affair with his son Dudley Dursley - what interesting reactions would the father and son have?

Aunt Petunia, how hideous will your face be by then?

Or, confirm something that is not allowed by the law, and then one day suddenly show up in front of the police station in disheveled clothes - it would be better to make a big fuss and attract reporters and TV stations.

They destroyed her, and she destroyed her.

When people are in extreme pain and hardship, they will have countless vicious thoughts, thoughts of self-destruction, and a sense of relief from dying together.

Fortunately, someone showed up in time.

He reached out to her as she knelt in the mud.

Mori Yuesha said: "Two thousand pounds? Is this little money worth blinking? How poor must your family be to support you?"

She said: "Hey, why do you have to worry about whether others are comfortable or not? That's weird. Isn't it enough for you to be comfortable?"

Nagini said: "Do you need me to help you kill them? It's convenient anyway."

Arrietty said: "Make money! Make money for Her Majesty the Queen - Oh, you will have some pocket money by then, don't worry... Hehehe, actually you can let me run it... Do you like playing games?"

Ansuna said: "From now on, Harry Potter, please recognize that you are extraordinary. A creature that is favored by the witch will surely make its name resound throughout the multiverse."

A door of flowers dotted with shining stars slowly opened to her.

She smelled the real scent of "home".

Compared to what Dumbledore meant: "We are all watching you, dear. We are looking forward to you becoming a real savior", she preferred her sister's words - "Hey, I'll protect you. Look at my white and tender fist. Just be happy. Do you want some grapes?"

Harley was finally able to laugh from the bottom of her heart.

This is who she identified.

But...she didn't want her sister to know about her dark past.

She had completed their story completely.

"Harley?"

Dumbledore looked at her with concern. "Still scared?"

Harry smiled obediently and shook his head: "I'm not afraid at school. Professor Dumbledore, you have to be more careful. That man named William is very powerful... He used a lot of spells that I have never seen before..."

Dumbledore planned to go to the Ministry of Magic first - although it seemed useless. He wanted to try again.

Fudge the man...

It is not easy to convince this stubborn, cautious and power-hungry minister in office - especially if he wants to convince him that the Dark Lord is back.

It's hard.

Once the war preparations begin, not only the Ministry of Magic, but the entire wizarding world will have to move. Dumbledore is pessimistic about whether this giant, oil-starved, rusty, arrogant machine can still run smoothly.

But there was nothing he could do. Things happened faster and more seriously than he had expected.

Let’s not talk about Mori Yuesha. Let the wizard figure out a solution first.

"I may stay at the Ministry of Magic for a while." Dumbledore made the decision and turned to tell McGonagall, "Before I come back, leave Mori Yuesha alone unless she demolishes the main castle."

"Sister won't..."

The old principal doesn't think so.

"I know she can definitely afford the compensation..."

The key point is, after losing money, where can he find four founders to build another one?

"Inform Hagrid and give Mori Yuesha all the permissions in the Forbidden Forest. Let her focus all her energy on the tree house..." Dumbledore muttered: "Anyway, the centaurs have left, and there is nothing delicious inside..."

Snape suddenly turned around with a sullen look: "You seem to have forgotten the unicorn."

Dumbledore: ...isn't that cruel?

Chapter 155 New Course

Less than a month after a short professor took office, the children had already developed a habit of running. Even some who had no classes that day would run a few laps with the group, stare at the steaming faces, drink a glass of cool bubble water, wipe off the sweat and go to class.

Be full of energy!

Professor McGonagall was the first to discover this.