Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

This also allows the owner of the hand to shift his attention from the game to the real world.

The room was silent, and everyone was staring at her and Mori Yuesha.

Hermione felt that even the blood in her toes rushed to her brain in an instant, and the heat made her face swell and burn, and goose bumps appeared on her arms.

"cough…"

"Mori Yuesa said there was a stain on my skirt."

"She helped me deal with it."

The little lion pretended to be elegant as she brushed off the new skirt she wore for the first time today, stood up from the sofa, and returned to her bedroom with her head held high despite three teasing glances.

The back of my neck is red.

Chapter 171 I will fall asleep if I hold my cat in my arms

Nagini had already planned Mori Yuesha's schedule for today, so she couldn't mess around - they would stay at Hermione's house for about an hour and arrive at Malfoy Manor before lunch. After lunch, they would take Draconian home with them.

It was very convenient in the past, and Draconian specifically asked her mother to authorize the Leaky Cauldron to have a temporary Floo network permission, allowing the three people to enter Malfoy Manor via Floo powder.

God knows how long it will take for Mori Yuesha to find the place by herself. Even if she takes into account the sights she has to take on along the way, she won’t be able to find the place even after the holiday.

"Are we going to go like this?"

"Just say 'Malfoy Manor', Hermione."

"I'll use Floo powder," Hermione rolled her eyes, "I mean bring something..." At least Mori Yuesa brought two bottles of red wine for her father.

Nagini came over with three or four fist-sized gray stone bowls. "I've prepared it." She asked Hermione and Mori Yuesha to grab a handful from the bowls, put them down, and took out a cloth bag from her bag.

The sound of metal clanging.

Hermione knew immediately what it was.

"It really suits Draconi." She curled her lips: "She must be very happy."

"I think she would be happier to see my master than to see these things." Nagini shook her head.

"We can..." Hermione came to the fireplace with the Floo powder in her hand, feeling somewhat puzzled - the Leaky Cauldron was very quiet today. Usually, there would always be witches and wizards sitting downstairs reading and chatting. Today... there was no one here.

"I don't think there's any curfew in the wizarding world."

"It's daytime now, and..." Nagini frowned. She also felt a little strange...

She tasted something familiar on her tongue.

fear.

The smell of human fear.

Every ingredient she swallowed would ferment and give off this smell while it was still alive. This would make the meat hard and sour, which she didn't like, so she remembered it very clearly.

Around here...

Why is there such a strong fear...

This was the first time Nagini had experienced such fear since she stepped into this world again. This was not an emotion that could be fermented by just one person. At least, at least dozens or hundreds of people, at least people who came and went here, were emitting fear.

A ghost story convention was held at the Leaky Cauldron?

How come so much flavor remains?

"Excuse me--?"

No one answered.

The owner seemed to be away.

"When are we going?"

"Master, do you smell——"

"Yes."

If she had noticed it, there was no way the master wouldn't have been unaware of it.

Sure enough, Mori Yuesha squinted her eyes, shrugged her nose, and took a deep breath. "Hmm - that's... the smell of the distant Malfoy family's lunch..."

Nagini: ...

Starve you to death.

"Hurry up, hurry up, this has nothing to do with us. I'm going to eat! GOGOGO!"

boom.

Dark green sparks erupted from the fireplace.

…………

……

Malfoy Manor is located in Wiltshire.

This carefully designed mansion is surrounded by flowers all year round, fountains and green grass, sunshine and white peacocks under the sunshine. The forged and delicately carved main door is chiseled with dense and delicate patterns by the craftsmen. When the door is closed, a family emblem composed of black, green and silver is pasted in the center. The silver ribbon surrounding it reads the Latin words "Sanctimonia Vincet Semper", which means: purity and eternal victory.

If you step into this place around noon, the hazy white mist flowing over your ankles will wet the soles of your boots.

The pointed black-roofed building appears particularly tall, sharp and slender in the gloomy sky; it is out of tune with the surroundings but not completely negative and escapist. It is barely acceptable when the sky is clear, but it will appear particularly depressing when the sky is cloudy.

The wall is very mottled. This building, which was built by someone many years ago, is just like the ancient traditions and teachings of the family living here. Although the form is there, the order and faith that inherited it are about to collapse.

Mori Yuesha and two others jumped out from an extremely luxurious marble fireplace.

Including furniture.

Gilded mirrors, richly textured dark green carpets on the floor tiles. Scarce light shone through the French windows, splitting the walls into black and white vertical stripes; the crackling of the flames echoed loudly in this silent, religious hall.

Even the little square window knobs were inlaid with cat's eyes.

It is a powerful family, and its owner is waiting for guests in front of the fireplace.

Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy.

The pale skin and hair color were similar to Draconian's. The man held the scepter with a silver handle and a black body, and stroked the venomous snake in his palm. He held the goblet in his other hand, shaking the red wine inside, and leisurely swallowed the last sip of wine circling in his mouth, and stood up from the sofa.

Gray-blue eyes with a cold tone, a pointed face, and not sharp features. Soft platinum-blonde hair draped over his shoulders - like Draconi, he also likes to look at others with his chin and throat. That kind of specious, so-called nobility cast in his blood is always like an invisible thread pulling at his spine and cervical vertebrae.

"Welcome, little guests."

Lucius Malfoy nodded rather reservedly and moved his index finger on the snake staff. He stood still and waited for his wife to come forward to entertain Narcissa Malfoy. This woman from the Black family was also shockingly white, with the same skin color as a drowned person, an arrogant demeanor, and was tall and slender.

"Peacock, please wait a little longer. You are here faster than I thought."

Hermione lifted her skirt and stepped on the soft carpet. She wanted to laugh when she heard what Lady Narcissa said - because Goyle and Crabbe, the two little followers, often boasted about the Malfoy family. At Hogwarts, they would say "Malfoy's dragon daughter" on the left and "inherit pure-blood princess" on the right - the traditions of these pure-blood families were as weird as their abnormal brains after marrying close relatives.

Would any parent name their child Zeus Granger?

Draconian Malfoy…ha, Miss Dragon.

really interesting.

Hermione's face was tense, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Nagini usually handles such negotiations. The maid stepped forward in an orderly manner and took out the small gift she had prepared - a gold bar with various creatures carved on it.

In the Wabi-Sabi Garden, the boredom of the non-combat fairy families led to the creation of a 'profession' - a sculptor.

After all, there is nothing more ubiquitous in Mori Yuesha's space than gold.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy. I am Nagini, my Lord's servant. This is Hermione Granger."

"Nice to meet you."

Chapter 172 Strange Blake

Several golden bars were no longer recognizable in their original form. The bored fairies used small chisels to carve hollows out the soft metal, with exquisite little frogs, rabbits, eagles and snakes. Some older fairies liked to carve dolls based on photos of celebrities on the Internet, like Kunna's father.

When Nagini was choosing a gift, she discovered that this rejuvenated old man had secretly hidden three rows of golden dolls of girl groups.

Well-made, lifelike, and…

The cloth is shabby.

His wife's laughter was so creepy at that time.

In short, no matter the craftsmanship or the value of the material, Lucius Malfoy was very satisfied. He handed the bag to his wife and invited the three people to sit down. On the side of the long dining table in the living room, there was a space surrounded by high-backed sofa chairs. A bottle of red wine with a shiny body was placed on the wooden coffee table, and not far away was an ivory rough-hewn column.

"Please take a seat, Ms. Mori Yuesa."

Lucius had also heard a little about the 'unreliable little professor at Hogwarts'. The difference was that his wife was very interested in this girl, but he himself didn't care - after all, when they were chatting, everything had already changed.

The Ministry of Magic was controlled by that man, half of Hogwarts was destroyed, and teachers died or fled. Before Christmas, the original order had already been turned upside down.

Even Dumbledore was defeated by Mr. William and His Majesty the Dark Lord.

The glory of pure blood will shine again...

Mori Yuesha, this girl is nothing important except that she is the professor that the little princess likes.

Even this invitation was due to his daughter's request, otherwise, how could a half-blood be qualified to be a guest at the Malfoy family.

"I heard Little Peacock talk about you a lot in the past few days since she came back." Narcissa Malfoy is different from her husband.

For some unknown reason, she paid special attention to Mori Yuesha. She first sat next to them and called the elf to serve cakes and hot tea to the three of them.

"Your teaching method is unique. Can running every day really make your body better?"

Even Hermione could tell that Narcissa was trying to get close to her.

"If there weren't so many servants watching, I would have tried it..."

Narcissa's eyes were wrinkled with laughter. "I heard from Koko that you defeated the centaurs?" The lady leaned forward, her nails quietly clenching her dark green dress.

Mori Yuesa stuffed two cookies into her mouth and nodded.

"That's amazing. Aren't you going to use our spells?"

Nagini narrowed her eyes.

'Don't use our magic', the meaning of this sentence is very clear - Mori Yuesha's identity is not kept secret this time. Many people know it, but few believe it.

The child told his mother...

And, does this lady really believe it?

The maid tried to evade the question, but Lucius on the other side spoke up. He looked at the bunny spirit stuffing biscuits into his mouth with a bad look, and slowly stroked his long hair that fell to his chest, speaking in an arrogant tone:

"…Defeating a centaur is nothing to brag about. I think any teacher in the position of 'professor' can do it. I hope Hogwarts can give my daughter more theoretical guidance, the earliest and most traditional things that are not valued by the current half-bloods."

"I once proposed to Dumbledore, together with several school directors, to popularize the history of pure-bloods to young wizards from inferior families." The man made a helpless expression: "What a pity..." He sighed: "Dumbledore is not a pure-blood either... I can understand..."

What is this skinny white radish saying?

Mori Yuesha blinked: "...Oh."

Narcissa didn't like her husband's interruptions. What she wanted to know today was extremely important, and her husband's attitude could easily mess it up, so...

"Honey, you should go check on Koko. She took too long to get dressed, and it's not nice to keep the guests waiting..."

Lucius Malfoy shrugged, stood up with his cane, nodded to Mori Yuesha, and turned to leave the living room.

After her husband had completely left, Narcissa turned the huge gem ring on her index finger and said with a smile, "Eat more if you like. We have extra elves, and we can give you a few that are good at making pastries when you leave."

Hermione mentally rolled her eyes.

She really wasn't used to the way these 'nobles' expressed their apologies.

Narcissa glanced at Hermione. "We are not enslaving them, Miss Granger." She was impressed by the smart 'mudblood' her daughter mentioned. "Elves are born to serve wizards. From birth to death, they belong to wizards all their lives. This is the fate of most house elves. It is an unchangeable tradition flowing in their magical blood."

Hermione straightened her back and smirked: "You have a unique perspective." She glanced at the person next to her: "Mori Yuesa doesn't like ugly things, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Then you must take some cakes with you." Narcissa did not insist, her red lips curled up, revealing an elegant smile. "Koko loved to eat them when she was a child..."

"Little Peacock Mom, do you have anything to ask of me?"