Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"I…"

"I'm done eating, ok, ok." Mori Yuesa ran over with a mouth full of purple beard, and Nagini bent down with a look of disgust to clean up for her - using the snake method.

After a few seconds, the maid wiped her mouth and looked satisfied.

"Master, Professor McGonagall specifically told us not to destroy anything in Hogwarts."

Nagini, you are being so serious now and you are totally unconvincing.

"I just had my back to..."

"Hehe...Okay, eh...I don't think I've destroyed anything in Hogwarts before, right?"

"Forbidden Forest."

The rabbit rolled his eyes and changed the subject: "Is taro-flavored ice cream delicious?"

Ansuna: Are you going to fight or not? I already have a man, why should I stand in the hot sun and watch you two perform?

"Hit, hit, hit, come on, come on. Hey, Nagini, come on... look at my belly, there's a little black spot here..."

"It's a mosquito."

"It's about to suck blood. What should I do? Will the straw break?"

"It would be unlucky if it sucked your blood."

"Come to think of it... Hehe, Nagini is just like it, they both like to suck..."

Ansuna: I'm going back to find my man.

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The shady and vulgar professor took the children to find a cool place to sit on the ground, and then stood facing Ansuna.

"Come on, An An."

Ansuna didn't hesitate either. She lowered her body and rushed out!

Just like before. The hand hidden at the waist snaked up to the neck along the outline of Mori Yuesha, and the bright silver curved blade flashed a cold light in the sunlight. Mori Yuesha twisted her shoulders, moving her neck to avoid the touch that could cut off the artery, but then the other party continued to move forward relentlessly.

Ansuna's technique is more feminine, and in some ways it is very similar to Mori Tsukisha's before she started to use her strength: both are close to the enemy, and both use soft limbs to approach the enemy. The difference is that after letting Mori Tsukisha get close to you, you will find that her body, which was as soft as water a few seconds ago, suddenly becomes a steel bar, and she is trying her best to hit you in the face; while Ansuna will still gently pierce your eyeballs with a blade or sharp nails.

Without the power of the witch, Ms. Wu Ji has her own unique skills for survival.

bass--

Ding.

The blade was deflected by Mori Yuesha's fingers. The woman who lost her weapon still attacked calmly - heart, throat, eyeballs; some attack methods that children find difficult to talk about were all displayed in front of the little wizards: it has nothing to do with gender and shame, as long as it can hit the enemy, you should learn to use it.

Mori Yuesha was as bored as a sleepy rabbit, jumping and hiding around the field.

Shaking badly.

Most people's eyes were on Ansuna, trying to learn something from the actions of this mysterious woman; a small number of people's eyes were on Mori Yuesha - and an even smaller number focused on the tacit understanding between them.

Slytherin and Gryffindor belong to the houses that never interact with each other. They sat opposite each other. So, when both eyes were focused on a certain elusive fluctuation, the girl and the girl... saw each other.

Draconian glared at Hermione.

'Mudblood.'

'Bed-wetting.'

Well, Hermione didn't know how Draconian got her nickname, but she just used it after hearing what Mori Yuesha said.

'What are you looking at?'

'You ask even though you know the answer.'

The battle in the cool shadows did not last long and stopped after about half a minute.

Ansuna's forehead was covered with sweat.

"All the key points. Don't expect to learn everything in one viewing. It will take at least a few years to get to the point where you can get started. If any of you can stick with it."

Hermione raised her hands high again.

"Miss Granger?"

"I want to ask, Professor Mori Tsukisa... why didn't you attack? What exactly is Kame-senryu?" The girl with a strong thirst for knowledge was very curious: "What exactly is the 'qi' you mentioned? The teaching was suddenly changed today. Is it because we can't feel the 'qi'?"

Great, Hermione.

"Yes, maybe it's... the difference in the world?" Mori Yuesha turned up her lower lip and thought: "Ansuna's skills are not bad, you can learn from her."

Hermione seemed excited: "Can you show us the 'chi'? It sounds like an oriental technique."

Mori Yuesha shook her head: "The system is different. In most cases, my body alone is enough."

flesh…

Hermione swallowed and said, "…Let me see."

Draconian's eyes narrowed suddenly.

How did she hear that there was another meaning in the mudblood's words...

Chapter 157 The Bad Girl Stabbed You

Hermione didn't know as much as Draconian - she simply wanted Mori Yuesha to show these idiots how powerful she was, so that these Slytherin idiots wouldn't chatter about black magic and white magic like bumpkins all day long.

The vengeful elementary school bully still remembers the private curses from half a month ago.

They couldn't understand how powerful Mori Yuesha was, and didn't understand how much amazing power this elf hidden behind the veil possessed.

"Look! Isn't my husband awesome?"

The meanings are pretty much the same.

Hermione looked around at the little wizards sitting on the ground, her eyes raised, as if she couldn't wait to show her secret to everyone and then wait proudly for praise.

then…

Then Nagini got angry.

Ha ha!

Vinegar snake.

"To please a girl, you jump around like a monkey at her disposal, and what kind of performance is that..." The maid bared her fangs in dissatisfaction, and her gentle voice was filled with danger and dissatisfaction. After class, she ignored Mori Yuesha and went back to the dormitory alone in a huff.

Five minutes later, a dead rabbit was crushed down on top of me, along with the quilt.

"You are angry..."

Nagini poked her head out to look at her and chuckled, "No, Master. I'm just a maid. How can I be angry with you?"

"You're jealous."

"How dare I?"

"Hehehe...the elementary school bully wants to see it so I'll show it to her. She's super proud."

"I am sleepy, Master."

"You haven't helped me take off my socks yet."

Nagini lifted her itchy hair, raised her eyebrows, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Why don't you let your super-prestigious elementary school bully help you take off your socks?"

"Oh, because she doesn't like--"

"Mori Tsukisa!"

"Hehehe, don't be angry." He said as he moved his face closer and rubbed it.

Hippie smiley.

Nagini turned over, threw the rabbit off, and gave her a head slap. "I am sleepy, Master. Please allow your servant to rest for a while..."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Then, Nagini's right ear began to feel hot, and the sound of hot breaths was getting closer and closer. She heard the other person whispering in her ear, and the air became humid.

"…Clip?"

Ignore her.

"… thick tail?"

Still ignored.

"...Suck?" Mori Yuesha hugged her waist and said a code that was not really a code. "Suck, suck, suck, you're not quite——"

"I'm sorry, Master. I'm not interested right now."

"Interests can be cultivated. Come on, I'll help you cultivate them..."

You are such a... such a... scumbag, Master.

"Ah? Stab you? What should I use to stab you?"

Nagini: Aa ...

I can't get angry.

Really annoying.

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The green-eyed Erlo, who was as perceptive as a fire, understood everything. She was secretly counting something on her fingers. The lights in the Gryffindor common room were warm and bright.

Hermione was sprawled over a book that was bigger than herself, silently reciting line by line, word by word; Ron was curled up in an overstuffed armchair, covered with a yellowed blanket, which made rustling sounds underneath, and he would occasionally pull out a piece of paper and put it in his mouth.

Harry sat beside Hermione, holding her chin in her hand, in a daze. A rich aroma of milk mixed with hot caramel wafted from the hot white porcelain cup.

"Go to sleep if you're tired. What are you doing here?" Hermione finally turned the page and lowered her voice, her eyes still lingering between words: "You're not like some idiot who only knows how to eat all day and can't even do simple homework."

The potato chips stayed in front of Ron's mouth for half a second before being thrown back in calmly.

Click.

"I got seventh place in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I got second place, and Harley got first place." Even when talking to the person behind her, Miss Academic didn't move her head: "Thank you for giving us the science for those after fifth place."

Ron wiped his mouth and rubbed the residue on the thin blanket on his knees. "But I was thirteenth last time, so I have improved six places."

Hermione scratched her chin in annoyance, put her arm on the page, and turned to look at him. "If you use your brain, you won't say such stupid things, Ron. You are proud to be behind two girls, right?"

According to Mori Yuesa's theory, the knife will not choose not to chop off your little head just because you are a man or a woman - so, in her class, there is no ranking between men and women.

You know what, Harry and Hermione are very competitive.

For two of us, you come first and I come second.

Because they never missed any training sessions, including running together in the early morning or evening when they didn't have classes, it was obvious that the girl had grown taller and her body had become tighter.

Plus the new course of the "teaching assistant" Ansuna who recently came to class...

"I'm looking up information on fighting techniques. Can you please stop crunching your chips? It's so noisy."

She was flipping through the book, looking worried.

"Too many professional terms. It would be better if it was in the Muggle world. I could also look up information online..."

Harry rotated the palm of his hand that was supporting his cheek forty-five degrees and looked at Hermione: "Are you interested in martial arts?"

"Not particularly interested?"

I guess he's interested in his sister.

Harry stared at Hermione meaningfully.

"What, what happened..."

"Nothing. Hermione, I have a question for you."