Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"I am still a child cursed by milk. Goodbye."

The train rattled out of the station, spewing white mist. The scenery was the same as before, going all the way back. Ron was no longer in the carriage. Harry and Hermione sat at one end, and Mori Yuesha and Nagini sat at the other end.

The two kids stood up from their seats, leaned against the glass window, and squeezed their faces. Their breath expanded and contracted on the transparent glass with their breathing, blurring the greenery and the vast fields along the way into a mixed painting.

The past few months of Hogwarts life were like a big dream from which one woke up.

"We need to arrive at the hotel before ten o'clock. Mr. Binick will receive us in the main hall. The orchestra is in place. Harry, is your flute okay? Hermione, where is your violin?" Nagini was like a capable female assistant. She held the tablet between her forearm and palm, lowered her head, and stroked it with her fingers. She was very busy.

"violin?"

"flute?"

The two girls looked confused.

"Performance, ladies. Your performance - are you confused after sleeping?" Nagini glanced at Mori Yuesha who was gazing out the window with her chin in her hand, smiled and shook her head.

She showed the two girls opposite her the pictures on the tablet: a magnificent hall with neatly arranged seats, a stage dazzled by spotlights, and a large light blue curtain hanging on the floor above the stage, which would automatically open when the performance began.

"This performance is very important. It's related to whether you can get an invitation from that school." Nagini pulled her hair together and said in a businesslike manner, "Harry, after checking out the venue, you have to return to the hotel as soon as possible. The professor said that you need to pay more attention to your small rhythm problems - Hermione, too, so stop forgetting things and check your piano in advance."

As the two girls listened, they became more and more confused.

"What school? Didn't we just get out of Hogwarts?"

"Ho what? Are you guys still asleep?"

The joke was enough. These two little girls had a heavy responsibility. They might not understand what it meant to be responsible for themselves, but as a housekeeper, Nagini had to make plans for them. So, she was a little unhappy.

"I told you to play less video games and read less useless story books. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, two little performers, tell me where did Ho...Watz come from?"

Hermione frowned, looked at Harry, and shook her head: "Nagini... are you kidding? Hogwarts, a place to learn magic... you're not the kind of person who likes to make such jokes?" She glanced at Mori Yuesha, but the other party was more concerned about the scenery passing by outside the window.

"magic?"

Nagini seemed to have heard something out of the ordinary. Her cold and sharp expression instantly broke. She covered her mouth and laughed softly: "I told you not to let Mori Yuesha read those useless bedtime books to you. Sure enough..."

"Nagini?"

Nagini clapped her hands in front of the two people. "It's time to wake up from the dream, ladies. We are heading to your glorious starting point - there to give a perfect performance, and then, wait for the world's number one school to make an exception for admission - I have to warn you two." Nagini quickly returned to her serious look, as if the snicker just now was just an illusion when she was drowsy.

"I have to warn you two, don't make any mistakes. You don't know how long Mori Yuesa and I have been busy and how much effort we have put in for this performance." Nagini stared at Harry and Hermione, and sighed at their increasingly confused eyes.

"…It seems that you are still asleep. There is no magic, Harry. If you must say it, you have practiced the flute for so many years, isn't it equivalent to magic? Get admitted to that school, and then embark on the path you should take - study for ten years, perform for twenty years. Finally, become a world-renowned performer."

"The established path," Nagini said to them, closing the tablet. "Isn't this the best life?"

Best life...

Hermione had understood.

She raised her eyebrows and responded, "What about magic? The Hogwarts in my dream is much more interesting than the violin. Just wave your wand and feathers will fly into the sky. Nagini, I don't want to learn the violin."

The three of them were in a stalemate, and then, it was broken by a suppressed "puff".

Mori Yuesa held her stomach and laughed.

"Hey, I have to give Nagini a perfect score for her performance!"

"Look at how confused and silly little Harry is!!"

"Hahahahaha silly Harley—"

Harley didn't want to participate in this boring performance at all, but she was dragged in anyway. She glared at Nagini, but she gave her an equally helpless smile - the master was merciful and gave me the 'protagonist' role once, what can I do, little Harley.

The four of them laughed and their voices became quieter and quieter.

Hermione wore a fading smile and said in a ethereal voice, "That's great... Mori Yuesha." She received a wink from the girl sitting opposite her and winked back. "It's nice to meet you, to be exposed to magic, and to see another different world..."

“Sometimes, I’m really afraid it’s just a dream…”

Harry glanced at Hermione furtively.

These words… these feelings…

She had too.

Just like a bird trapped in glue for a long time, struggling with its wings and tearing the net. When it stands on the branch after going through hardships and enjoys the sunlight shining on it through the gaps between leaves——

Just like the vibrant mountains and the unobstructed wilderness loved by the wind, the energetic herds of brown horses and the rushing and splashing rivers; the cunning and mystery in Mori Yuesha's eyes and the transparent blue ocean behind the white clouds.

Those who have seen this will never be able to live in peace again.

"Cool... look, look! Delicious sheep!"

The chattering carriage and the free girl.

Chapter 167 Hear

King's Cross Station is still the same, people are in a hurry, faces are indifferent. Some backpackers are always smiling, looking here and there; the locals are very serious. For them, they can say "what the hell is there to see here", but they can't tolerate tourists saying "it's just so-so".

They like to walk by with their chins held high in arrogance. When they notice the excited expressions of the travelers, they silently celebrate and blow the trumpet in their stomachs, but do nothing on their faces, showing their innate talents to people all over the world with an "unsophisticated" look.

It was the same as it had been before Harry left, except for some more paper: thin, wind-whirring paper as the train rolled out, loosely glued. On every wall. Along the tracks and platforms.

It actually knows the two people on the paper.

Mori Yuesa had asked him for directions before, and now, a somewhat distorted face was printed on a piece of paper with "Missing person" written below it.

...had already been digested by Nagini.

Hermione's father was wearing a neat grey suit, and her mother was wearing a navy blue windbreaker with a stand-up collar. She rushed into her father's arms singing like an excited little bird, while Mori Yuesha pulled Harry away quietly from the other side.

Get in the car and head straight to Little Whinging.

Grandpa Miles went to school, and the children followed him. The room was the same as when he left, except for two large human dolls - Vivien Leigh and Elizabeth Taylor.

A magical gadget that comes alive and can dance and follow commands.

Nagini grabbed Mori Yuesha who was about to go up and smell her, and yelled at her. "What are you doing?"

"Let me see what Grandpa Miles did."

"Are you looking at that? Don't come near... Mori Yuesha, if you touch them, don't touch me tonight."

"Oh. Harry, come here, smell it—"

Harley rolled her eyes.

It's enough that he starts talking nonsense as soon as he comes back.

"Oh, you said, the night was long, and after Grandpa Miles coaxed the two little guys to sleep..." Sen Yuesha looked at Nagini with a beaming eyebrow, and imitated her in a rough voice: "'Roar, I'm so bored. Eh? There's a Vivien Leigh here, let me take a good look at her..."

Nagini: ...

That old man shouldn't be as perverted as you said.

"Psychologically, I mean psychological activities."

"Myles is a serious guy."

"Then why don't you let me touch you?"

Nagini hesitated, "I... am afraid that it might be improper..."

Harry was used to the bickering between the master and the servant. She took off her coat and socks in the living room, and went barefoot to open the refrigerator and get a few bottles of water. This little slovenly character was becoming more and more like her sister.

"Want to protect Mori Tsukisa? Take care of yourself first, Hari."

This is what Nagini said.

Harley responded with an expression that said 'I'm not a maid'.

When I first met her, she wasn't like this. It's all because of Mori Tsukisa...

呲——

Unscrew the ice-cold soda.

"I called Miles and he'll be back soon. What do you want for dinner?"

Big Lazy and Little Lazy started to order food, but were rejected by the maid one by one. Where can we buy ingredients at this time?

"Also, when are you going to have Hermione and Draconian come over?" After setting a time, the maid had to prepare things for the guests. Daily necessities, food, drinks, and entertainment, there were a lot of troubles.

And one more thing.

"Harley, when are you going to go see them?"

The Dursleys.

After being killed, the Aurors contacted the Muggles to take care of their funeral. The funeral was sloppy, and the cemetery was not far from here.

It wasn’t far, and Harley didn’t want to go.

"There's also the issue of inheritance. The Dursleys have a lot of relatives, so I suggest you give it up to avoid arguing with them. As for money, the master has plenty of it." Just like the joke on the train, Nagini actually held up a tablet and ticked off the lines of to-do items.

"I give up."

Harley screwed the cap back on.

"Is there anything else?"

Nagini tapped the little girl's forehead with her finger and said, "I really owe you two."

Mori Yuesha licked her lips, held up her palm and said quietly: "I'll give it back to you in the evening."

Harley: I call you sister during the day and sister at night...

"I'll go see what's else in the refrigerator. Miles... I always feel like he will starve the two children to death while we're away." Nagini gave Mori Yuesha a glare and went to the kitchen with her waist twisted.

Suddenly, Harley moved her toes—she felt a soft foot gently stepping on her.

"elder sister?"

Mori Yuesha pointed at the two vivid stars on the counter and winked seductively: "Do you want to smell it?"

Harley: ...

"Why don't you go, sister?"

"Then I shall be very unhappy to-night. Go, Harry, and sleep alone."

You are so wicked, sister.

…………

……

Miles came back exhausted, leading the two little ones - Philippa rushed into Mori Yuesha's arms like crazy, and hit her belly with her head. James slowly took out a brand new fighter from his schoolbag and flew it in front of Harley a few times to show off.

"Sister! I miss you so much!"

"I missed you, too."

Miles took off his shoes and joked, "This kid keeps talking about you and asking me when you'll be back."

Philippa's little head popped out from Mori Yuesha's arms and raised her finger angrily: "Grandpa! Shh..."

"Well, you've exposed yourself, dear."

"I haven't yet."

The room became more lively when the child started to make noise. The little girl hung on Mori Tsukisa like a koala, and wherever she went, Philippa would follow. Harry smiled warmly as he watched James show off his new fighter jet, how it rolled over the chair legs at low altitude. After Nagini was busy for a while, the hot meal was served.

The old professor raised his orange juice: "Welcome home, kids."

"cheers!"

"Cheers, cheers!"

boom.

"Eat quickly! I'm starving!"

Miles ate blandly. He took a few sips of his drink and didn't really move his fork to the meat - he just looked at Mori Yuesha and Little Harley.

"I'm also worried that you're not having a good time in the magic school, whether you're bored or cold, whether the teacher is strict, whether little Harry is being bullied, and whether Mori Yuesha is bullying others."

“…Why is it that when it comes to me, I am bullied?” Mori Yuesha pointed at a piece of chicken and said, “I am a girl, and I will be bullied too, okay?”

Miles nodded: "Okay. Little Harley, how is school going..."