Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Mori Yuesha: You are such a bad old man who treats people in a perfunctory manner.

"Come to think of it, Grandpa Miles looks a lot less energetic than before he left." Mori Yuesa grinned as she bit a fork. It seemed as if she had two furry pointed ears on her head and a thick tail was sweeping behind her butt.

Chapter 168 Rapidly advancing undercurrent

"Not in good spirits?"

Miles pretended to be ignorant, stroked his sparse white hair, and buried his head in picking shrimps: "I don't feel that way."

"Oh, but you don't look very energetic." Mori Yuesha held the fork in her hand and stretched it towards Miles like she was holding a microphone: "Ask a question! In the dead of night, what did the old professor of architecture do to Ms. Vivien Leigh!"

“Cough, cough, cough—” Miles coughed a few times and glared at Sen Yuesha with a bad look: “…What can I do? I just watched them dance during the day.”

Caught!

"they?"

"she?"

Mori Tsukisa smirked, "It should be 'it', Mr. Ranshi."

"Just dancing." Miles raised his eyebrows: "What else can I do at my age? I can only look back on the past. Listen to songs in the living room and watch these two magical props dance... That's it."

Suddenly, James raised his hand.

"So good! Come here," Mori Yuesa handed him the microphone.

"Grandpa wasn't in the living room. He carried the two doll sisters into the room..."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

While enjoying the care of Nagini and Harry, Philippa kicked her brother wildly.

"Grandpa always hugs them and whispers to them... He also hides them under the quilt and won't let me touch them."

Hahahahahaha!

Bad old man, so you deserve this day!

Miles froze for only a second, then he put down the cup as if nothing had happened and wiped his mouth with a tissue. He calmly looked at his grandson who didn't know what was going on, and whispered to him, "You will never be a fighter pilot, James."

James:…

The little boy's eyes were filled with tears and his mouth was pursed, with a piece of dry lettuce hanging on his chin.

"You are so mature, competing with a child."

"I have to teach him some manly things... like that snitching will be humiliated."

Nagini gave him a sidelong glance of disdain.

"I've driven it many times in my dreams!"

"That's far from the truth." Miles said to Nagini, "They've been dreaming a lot lately. I asked the doctor, and it's common for children of this age..."

Mori Yuesha knew what was going on and winked at James. The little boy grinned with a mouth full of missing teeth and tears on his face.

"Mori Yuesha." Miles glanced at Nagini, moved his lips, and hesitated. "Last time..."

"You need help, don't you."

Nagini added for him. The old man seemed to be hesitant to ask Mori Yuesha for help, or perhaps his age did not allow him to follow his temper.

"Yes...I did...I said that last time..."

Nagini gestured to wait, not wanting to talk about the old man's son-in-law at the table, the child was still there. "I remember, Mr. Miles. You just need to tell us what you have heard."

Miles drooped his face weakly and turned to Nagini, whispering: "Maybe, it might be dangerous..."

Yes, bringing back a wanted fugitive is more than 'somewhat dangerous'.

Nagini had remembered the last time Miles had said it. There had been some misunderstandings about his daughter's death and his son-in-law's escape, some confessions that the police had ignored - invalid, exculpatory confessions.

But this is not difficult for them at all.

especially…

"Especially the Death Eaters. His Majesty the Great Dark Lord is waiting for us to bring back good news."

In the wilderness with a chilly night wind, countless people in black robes stood under the moonlight.

The leading man had half-long black hair and his left palm rested lightly on the hilt of the knife - a deep blue flame was burning on the narrow blade that pierced into the ground.

He looked at the silent castle in the distance, and the black-robed people behind him were silent. With a swaying figure and uncertain eyes, the woman pushed through the crowd and stumbled to him.

She bowed half-reverently and half-dazedly, then took out a shining golden cup from her black robe and handed it to the man.

"Charming Humanity"

"…gold…Hufflepuff’s…gold…"

"I know, good boy." William took the golden cup with a smile: "Helga Hufflepuff's magical vessel, a magical golden cup handed down from generation to generation. Thank you, Ms. Bellatrix."

He stroked the woman's messy black hair and put the cup into his sleeve.

The transparent panel in front of him showed the progress of his mission and his current location.

"Kill Dumbledore (Imprisoned)"

"Hufflepuff's Gold Cup (obtained)"

Customize the current target——

"The Destruction of Hogwarts (Unfinished)"

"Obtaining Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem (Unfinished)"

He made plans for Voldemort's resurrection, joined the Death Eaters, and led them to quietly capture the Ministry of Magic from top to bottom; and took advantage of Dumbledore's report on the disappearance of Dolores Umbridge to join forces with Voldemort to defeat him - at this point, William Elliot thought that he didn't have much time left in this world.

In the punishment copy, the tasker would not greedily open the side quest. That is, after finding the crown and destroying Hogwarts tonight, he could almost say that he had perfectly passed this so-called "highest difficulty" copy.

The only two Horcruxes left are Harry Potter and the giant snake Nagini.

Kill her, destroy the Horcrux in his hand, and then kill the snake when Voldemort is not prepared.

He will be taken away from this world by the Lord God in an instant.

No one can do anything to him.

"Ten times the reward..."

Facing the night breeze, William Elliot licked his dry lips. He pulled out the knife burning with magic fire with a clang, turned around and spoke to the silent black robes, his voice loud and clear: "Friends! My dear comrades! A few days ago, I joined forces with His Majesty the Dark Lord to capture the so-called "most powerful white wizard in history" - Albus Dumbledore! We have the Ministry of Magic in our hands, and we have made the glory of pure blood shine like the sun again! My friends, I dare to assert: a great era is coming!"

brush brush --

Everyone drew their wands at once.

"Tonight!"

"tonight!"

"We will destroy Hogwarts! Kill those bastards who have been tainting the pure blood for years!"

"Children, women, family."

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord will rebuild a better wizarding world, let half-bloods become servants of our children, and make Muggles crawl at our feet!"

"Bloodline is everything!"

Everyone whispered, "Bloodline is everything."

The tasker who came across the border, William Elliot, was like a cultist who was even more fanatical than the most fanatical pure-blood. He waved the blade in his hand, and the dense magic fire left blue afterimages in the air.

An unexpected raid on the eve of the festival.

It's almost time.

"Reforge the glory of the purebloods!"

Three black magatama slowly rotated in the blood-red eyes.

William Elliot, holding a knife, led a group of dark wizards and sneaked into the castle quietly.

Chapter 169 Morning at the Granger House

Mr. Granger got up very early today.

He rarely gets up so early on non-working days, and the culprit is the man in front of him who is sipping milk...

The sins of one's own creation.

The middle-aged man held the spoon in his hand as if in a trance, and the soft cereal soaked in milk was about to be stuffed into his nostrils - he was too sleepy.

Probably… around five o'clock? His daughter knocked on his bedroom door. It was a day off, and his wife was sleeping soundly. He gently opened the door a little and saw his daughter in the corridor, holding a lavender dress and gesturing to him.

The lip shape probably means: Does it look good, Dad?

…It looks good.

With the mentality of just letting it go, Mr. Granger nodded perfunctorily, dealt with his daughter, closed the door, and climbed back into bed with sleepy eyes.

In less than five minutes, the father, who had not yet fallen asleep, was woken up again.

His daughter was wearing the same dress she had just worn, and holding another one that he thought was similar in color and style, and she asked him the same question.

—Does it look good, Dad?

Next, repeat over and over again.

Knock on the door, change clothes, knock on the door, change clothes.

Does it look good, Dad?

Does it look good?

This one…

How about this one compared to the previous one?

Until he was kicked in the butt by his wife.

"Get out of here, both of you!"

Mr. Granger, sitting on the carpet at the door in his pajamas, looked at his daughter helplessly.

…………

……

"I say, dear. How handsome is the little knight for you to get up at five o'clock and start dressing up?" As a husband, he has been answering his wife's question of "does it look good?" for many years. He didn't expect that after finally waiting for his wife to stop asking this question, his daughter took over the baton.

"Okay, for a girl in love, the boy she likes is not only a knight, but also a savior who can do everything." Mrs. Granger glared at the father and daughter unhappily - she had finally gotten some rest today and was thinking of having a good sleep in. She also had an appointment with a friend to get a beauty treatment in the afternoon... but ended up being woken up by the two of them.

"Did you look at me like this back then?"

“Maybe I was blind.”

Hermione snickered.

She drew her eyebrows today and put on a light lip gloss. Her hair was clipped straight and smooth, and she wore a black dress with puff sleeves - she couldn't tell whether Mori Tsukisa liked cute or sexy. Harry Potter was obviously cute, but Nagini was more of a sexy and mature queen...

She can't like them all.

The very "smart" academic lady put on beautiful makeup, trying to get away with it by saying that "her age is cute and she is sexy".

Anyway, Mr. Granger was quite surprised.

It was the first time he saw his daughter put so much effort into dressing herself up - even on the first day of school, she just combed her hair hastily and didn't even choose her clothes specially.

That's Hogwarts.

Magic school.

'I'm here to learn, Dad. I don't care if people think I'm good-looking.'

Oh, I won’t say that today.