Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

That's right, compared with her father, Draconian became adorable in Hermione's eyes - this man who had no pedigree or origin and even had a lot of table manners in the eyes of the elementary school bully, actually dared to put on an "I am a noble and I am proud" attitude, brandishing his knife and fork, his arrogance filled with contempt, staring at her and Mori Yuesha's movements all the time - and sneered when they made mistakes.

What's wrong with him?

Lucius Malfoy.

To eat a banana, you have to cut it into small pieces with a knife and then poke it with a fork before eating.

If Hermione had not really read history and studied the feudal etiquette when she was bored, she might have been easily fooled by him.

"Muggles can't afford these fresh frozen tomatoes."

Look at what he said.

"Mr. Malfoy, table manners come from Muggles." Hermione didn't understand what was so noteworthy about a rotten tomato. "Even the left-right way of holding a knife and fork came from them. I'm confused. Shouldn't all wizard customs be based on the creations of Muggles? Or do you mean that knives and forks were invented by wizards?"

Only half of the long dining table was used. Mori Yuesha was eating frantically, while Nagini sat beside her, occasionally adding water to her, wiping her mouth, and passing dishes that the stupid rabbit couldn't reach to her. As I mentioned before, although Nagini had learned manners from her teacher for a while, without long-term cultivation and practice, these things would always be superficial.

Finally, the maid thought it was troublesome and just ignored it. She couldn't let her lover suffer because of these pretentious rules.

On the other side, Narcissa held the goblet and lowered her head in silence, she was pondering what Mori Yuesha had just said; Draconian sat close to Mori Yuesha's left side, and introduced the 'greatness' of Malfoy Manor to Mori Yuesha during the gaps in Nagini's service.

Hermione thought she was just trying to show off.

This left the only ones left to chat at the table: Lucius Malfoy and Hermione.

Moreover, both of them happen to be the kind of guys who think they are smart.

"No, no, no, kid, you don't understand." Lucius shook his head, sitting upright, but his mouth was crooked, his eyes full of contempt for "you really don't understand anything." "The nobility of wizards comes from their bloodline, from the magic flowing in their blood and the pure and ancient heritage. Hermione Granger, Muggles are formalists, we pay more attention to those precious things that most people can't see."

For example, this rotten tomato on the table.

Total nonsense.

Hermione picked up the ordinary tomato at hand and looked at it from left to right, but didn't find anything special. "Do wizards use straws?"

Lucius was amused. He picked up the tablecloth and wiped the corner of his mouth pretentiously. "You are still superficial. Child, I hope you can marry a pure-blood in the future. After entering such a family with a heritage, you can truly understand the greatness of pure-bloods. Our ancestors used magic and grasped the truth of this world when humans were still ignorant."

“Of course, in modern times, it is still within our grasp.”

Hermione was getting annoyed.

This man is simply an enhanced version of Draconian megalomaniac.

Not all pure-blood families are like this.

"The great purebloods are about to be revived. Soon, very soon you and your friends will be able to see the changes... I think after Christmas, when you return to Hogwarts again."

"Lucius."

Narcissa frowned, "You talk too much." Her husband was willing to bet that there was nothing she could do, but if she saw him offend Mori Yuesha or the people around her at the table... "The matter of half-bloods and pure-bloods is too heavy. You shouldn't talk about this in front of underage children."

"Sooner or later they will have to—"

"Lucius."

The husband looked at his wife in surprise, and she gave him a look that said 'shut up'.

"…Okay…Okay."

The man smiled, "Don't be unconvinced, Miss Granger. Just let the facts speak for themselves." He grabbed the scepter leaning against the leg of the chair, stood up and left: "I still have a lot of work to do, about the Ministry of Magic. You guys take your time eating."

Only after he left did Hermione's face fall.

"The host left the table while the guests were eating... I don't know where he learned this etiquette..."

"Not from Muggles," Draconi challenged. "You can't stab meat straight from the plate with a dinner knife, barbarian."

"I can eat whatever I want!"

"That's what people who don't know the rules say."

"You piss—"

"Fried parrot!"

Anyway, this kind of reaction would happen when Hermione and Draconian were close to each other, not to mention eating at the same table. Narcissa listened to the two girls bickering with amusement for a while, then turned to Mori Yuesha with concern: "Excuse me...what did you just..."

"you?"

Mori Yuesha rolled her eyes: "'You'? Oh, you're respecting me after just a while."

"The Malfoy family respects all strong people."

"Wow Nagini I feel so good now!"

The maid rolled her eyes.

"so…"

Mori Yuesha smiled and told her the answer. "Don't close the window when it rains, leave, and come back. The room is full of the smell of wind and rain - you invited it. Reason tells you that dampness will mold the furniture, and intuition gives you a nice and romantic night. Madam Narcissa, do the Malfoys prefer to think with reason or act with intuition?"

reason.

Weighing the pros and cons, extreme selfishness that only adds icing on the cake and never helps in times of need.

Wouldn't it be Gryffindor if we used our intuition?

Kesen Yuesha is the enemy of reason, the relative of intuition, the child of disorder, and the lover of blind spots of vision.

She groaned, leaned her arms on the table, rested her face on her palms, and held Draconian's fingers with her other hand, pinching them and playing with them. The little peacock's gray eyes became more and more moist.

"If reason told the truth, Lady Narcissa would not have come to me."

"Little Peacock, do you like traveling?"

As she asked, her hands became more and more intertwined. Emerald green nails tapped against the newly painted platinum, and the clacking sound became the only sound at the table. One fingertip rubbed against another fingertip, and then slowly and carefully stroked the entire slender finger; rubbing intimately between the fingers, and then began to draw circles on the back of the hand with white and purple veins in a very ambiguous way...

Clang.

There was a loud noise.

The metal knife was thrown rudely onto the china plate.

Hermione dusted her hands and stood up, pushing the table as if nothing had happened. "Let's go for a walk in the garden, Nagini. I just saw a lot of beautifully carved sculptures and birds on the treetops... Mori Yuesha, do you want to go?"

Nagini: If you want to call her, just call her. Don't drag me into this as if you have no choice.

Chapter 175 You really deserve

The maid knew long ago that her master's harem might be a big problem - this extremely scumbag rabbit spirit had no self-awareness at all, and the so-called top-level scumbag was no more than this.

That is: I don’t think I’m a scumbag at all.

In her words, she just wants to give boots all over the world a warm home.

am I wrong?

Then, a bunch of little heads popped out from behind Tojo Aoi.

A mentally retarded painter, a green tea novelist, a vicious monster with a pink collar... Recently, there is a scheming bitch with a bob haircut and no invisibility, and an adventurous barbarian who tries to snatch food right in front of you... Who knows how many more there will be in the future.

Let the outside be chaotic, but what Nagini hates most is adding more talent to the servants.

She's not the only one anymore.

In the Malfoy's garden, Nagini fell behind the three people, watching them chattering.

Getting more and more annoying.

"I told you so."

'Hera, I don't want to argue with you right now.'

"I'm not going to provoke a jealous woman whose lover was snatched away from her face."

Aren't you already doing this?

A hearty laugh came from the headset. This electronic bitch was so bored that she enjoyed teasing her every day.

'It's so annoying.'

"You can find a way to kill them. Then, Asha will belong to you alone. Kill Tojo Aoi, kill Eriri, kill those women who stand in the way and attract Asha's attention - kill Harry Potter and Draconian. No matter how many appear in the future, as long as you act fast enough, Asha will belong to you forever. When the moon falls and the flowers fold, the maid will enjoy eternal spring alone."

Nagini paused on her toes and frowned: "Hera. You are encouraging me to betray my master."

"I was just making a suggestion that you couldn't possibly do to make fun of you."

'It's so annoying, just shut up.'

"I'm curious, why did you follow me out?" Hera didn't know if she really didn't understand or was pretending not to understand: "I can see that you are in a bad mood. Why did you follow me out?"

'Because Mori Tsukisa needs me.'

What if she calls me and I'm not there?

"Look, Hermione is holding her left hand, and Draconian is holding her right hand. I don't think Asa needs anything from you."

"What are you doing here?"

'…I'm fed up with her. Her boots are thrown everywhere, and she throws away many of her clothes after wearing them once. I've told her many times not to do this. She can't find the things she likes after using them once…'

"Then why did you come out?"

"She said it nicely, she has been very self-reliant since she was a child, she can do everything by herself - bullshit, she is just a big idiot with almost zero behavioral ability..."

"Then why are you following me out here?"

'She drew a little turtle on my face when she was sleeping, but drew a beautiful house on the back of her hand, calling it: Turtle House - Home. Asshole, why didn't she draw a turtle on her face...'

"That sounds reasonable. But why did you follow me here so eagerly?"

"And that bullshit battle game. I think Arrietty is right when she says there are four unlucky guys and five lucky guys. She blames me when she can't beat them, saying that the noise when I refilled her drink was too loud and interfered with her skills, which led to her counter-killing... Bullshit. How can carbonated drinks be silent? It's obviously her clumsy hands..."

Hera lowered her voice, obviously trying hard to hold back her laughter:

"Oh, then you still..."

'When I was painting her nail polish, I deliberately smeared it on her finger to tease her. What's wrong with that? She insisted that I wanted to poison her... I made the edible paint for her! If I wanted to clean it for her, she would say that I was cold and indifferent to her fingers as if they were the hands of an insignificant person; if I tried to clean it in another way, she would laugh at me for having a crush on someone else and transferring my interest from my feet to my fingers...'

'Bastard, bastard, bastard!'

The maid kicked a hole in the grass in front of her feet in annoyance.

"That sounds like a lot of hard work... From now on, try to stay away from Asa."

"…Huh?"

"This kind of bad girl's personality is not suitable for you who are devoted to love."

"You can't have the heart to kill all the women around her."

"so…"

"The best solution is to stay away, right?"

"Wouldn't it be better to just be an ordinary attendant and keep your distance?"

"I believe Asha won't kill you for 'breaking up' with her. You can maintain your immortality and no longer suffer from the troubles of a bad woman. How about it?"

'Shut up. ’

'From that moment at Skender Circus, from the moment she held my hand, my future was tied to hers.'

'I have sworn to be by her side in the Temple of Truth and the Hell of Pain.'

"What do you, a broken AI, know?"

'Read more books.'

'You're free.'

Nagini turned her head to the side and swore a lot, her chest heaving as she let out a long sigh.

call…

call.

cool.

She quickened her pace, a smile reappeared on her face, and shouted to the three people in front: "Master! Do you need me to pick a flower for you? I just saw a red black-footed fox. Are you tired? Do you want to have afternoon tea outside?"

Hera: "...You deserve it."