Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

In Hera's mind, Nagini is just a literary idiot who likes to be pretentious. Just look at what books she reads all day. In comparison, Mori Yuesha is much more "straightforward":

"The Duke and the Groom", "Two Brothers Sweating Under the Hot Sun and the Unexpected Child", "The Thick Scepter and the Thin Keyhole" - See how great her Asa is? The other servants don't have that many worries. Arrietty plays games and eats and drinks all day, occasionally giving her own people some outrageous suggestions, and when they are rejected by Kunna, she jumps up and down and fights. Not to mention Imhotep and Ansuna, they live a good life in their own world of love; Cookie...

Cookie is a dragon licker who is responsible for supporting his mother after Mori Yuesha gets into trouble.

Think about it again, if there is a quiet little green-eyed girl, a curious academic master and an arrogant noble white peacock in the future...hmm...

The house becomes more lively.

very nice.

As long as there can be more and more creatures to accompany Mori Yuesha, so that she will not be lonely and make her happy forever, Hera will agree one hundred times.

The opinions of other creatures were not something she took into consideration.

Miss Electric Ghost harnessed her master's magic power, and the deep purple energy moved here and there like lightning. Thousands of Heras, thousands of consciousnesses talked to each other when they were bored, and at a certain moment, all the "eyes" turned to the streets around Little Whinging at the same time.

They all looked at the familiar figure.

"Harry Potter..."

The little girl hummed a song and wore an oversized hoodie.

Harry Potter. She was about to meet her master's predetermined fate.

Good luck with that, little one.

Hera's chuckle gradually faded away.

The channel returned to silence.

Chapter 176 Be a good girl

"It's more beautiful here at dusk."

In the manor, Draconian led the way with a proud look on her face, introducing the scenery along the way to Mori Yuesha from time to time.

The sheepskin boots stepped lightly on the grass, like a platinum butterfly dancing among the flowers. The dragons and giant snakes were carved vividly, and clear spring water gushed out from their mouths, splashing water.

The previous owner of the Malfoy family planted many oak trees here, which have grown luxuriantly over the past hundred years. You won't be directly exposed to the sun if you take a walk here at noon. The short and thick trunks, long and thin branches, and strange and fantastic shapes have grown lush leaves, which shade the girls who are walking. The grass underfoot is wet, and occasionally you can see a fox with black legs shaking its thick tail flash by and disappear into the bushes.

"I'm going to plant them at the shrine."

Draconi looked at Mori Yuesha and saw her running to the oak tree and patting the trunk, then mumbling something to Nagini.

At dusk, the satin-soft light shines through the leaves and passes through the girl's cheeks and arms.

A few elks hid behind tree trunks, quietly tilting their heads. The setting sun burned the sky, and the dry white rocks were repeatedly wetted by the spring water from the dragon's mouth.

Only then did the elves in the forest emerge.

They chattered and discussed, and together with all the creatures in the manor, they danced around Mori Yuesha to a dream song that could only be performed at dusk.

The ripples of light and shadows of the spring were intertwined and the evening breeze ruffled a few strands of soft black hair.

When the girl suddenly turned around, her flushed cheeks, the light pink at the corners of her eyes and her silver hair dyed by the light were like a dragon-headed warship speeding on the water, breaking through the waves towards her fiercely and violently - hitting her heart mercilessly.

Draconia shuddered.

She heard a crisp sound of breaking, and the hazy but fascinating dream regrettably ended when the girl's lips approached.

"Little peacock?"

Before she knew it, Mori Tsukisa was very close. "I'm asking you."

“…Wha-what?”

"Oak tree. You guys planted it really well. Are those ugly elves taking care of it?"

Delacorne stared at Mori Yuesha's eyes, the mole at the end of her eye, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips...

"Hi? Are you still online?"

The Malfoy girl shook her head in confusion, and the sparkling ornaments in her hair made a jingling sound. "I... don't know..."

"That's a pity. I hope to reduce the burden on Nagini, but those elves are too ugly. Do you have any creatures here that are good-looking, hardworking, not lazy, and ready to die for me at any time and be at my service at any time?"

Draconi: ...It's getting more and more outrageous later on.

Go to the Muggle world and you'll find creatures like this everywhere.

"cut."

Mori Yuesha curled her lips and grabbed Hermione and ran to other interesting places.

Draconi didn't know why, but when she stared at Mori Yuesha, she always saw all kinds of strange illusions:

Beautiful but twisted landscapes that rotate like hinges; strange giant creatures with limbs that don't grow where they should; a boat made of human fat that moves slowly in a sea of ​​slugs; a father who strings his eyeballs together with a candlestick, the cracked earth under his feet, and the seams of his nails covered with beards and hair...

And every time I shiver.

She didn't know if Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were the same as her, but the Malfoy girl was a pure-blood. She thought she had found the real "noble" - a truly noble creature that brought her trembling and gifts like a god.

Wizards are superior to Muggles, and purebloods are even more so to half-bloods. They are the nobility among humans, but Mori Yuesha... is like everything - an existence that stands above all concepts. Every time she jumps and falls on her toes, she steps on the vast universe, ripples appear, and the ripples shatter countless planets with long lifespans.

She didn't know why knowledge that she had never understood before appeared in her brain.

She's a pureblood.

She enjoys it all.

Mori Yuesha is what she should pursue, the end of glory.

glory.

"Mori..."

Draconi called out and chased after him.

"You want an oak tree? If you like, there are many varieties. Some can move, some can't; some can produce sweet ointment, some can hit people; my family's treasure house also has a lot of almost extinct tree species left by my grandfather - if they are well cared for, they can have a preliminary conversation with people like living things."

The noble girl raised her head proudly, but while speaking she kept looking at the stinky half-blood who was holding onto Mori Yuesha's left arm and wouldn't let go.

'I can give Mori Tsukisa countless good things, poor man. What do you have?'

Hermione held Mori Yuesha's hand tighter. She smiled back, her voice timid: "Mori Yuesha... My father is just a dentist. I can't give you these things..."

"I can only accompany you like this."

Draconi: ...

What are you playing at, Granger?

Facing the dagger-like gaze, Hermione smiled shyly: "I am just a half-blood without a family. It is a blessing for Miss Malfoy to treat me equally. Don't be angry about her secretly scolding me just now... The seeds she mentioned are really rare..."

The voice became lower and lower.

Draconian's face turned red with anger.

She was not a fool, so how could she not understand the meaning of Hermione's words?

"You're lying! When did I ever scold you?"

Hermione shrank back behind Mori Yuesha, carefully revealing her two eyes: "...Then there was no scolding. No... Mori Yuesha, maybe I heard it wrong? It was... Mr. Lucius?"

Draconi: ...

She saw the challenge in Hermione's eyes, as if to say 'If you fight, you will lose'.

This was the first time that the little princess of the Malfoy family had suffered such humiliation since she was born: "You, you——!"

puff.

Mori Yuesa smiled and patted Hermione on the head.

"Miss Know-It-All, what book have you read?"

Hermione also laughed and put away her irritating expression: "It's a book about the Muggle world, very interesting. It seems that Muggles are good at dealing with pure-bloods."

what book?

It's quite popular recently.

It's called: "Be a Good Girl".

"It should be called "Be a Human Being"." Mori Yuesha curled her lips: "I actually saw the phantom of my senior in you... Humans are really scary."

"I find it quite interesting. Books are knowledge, and knowledge is power."

Draconian said sarcastically: "Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind. You really should go to Ravenclaw, Miss Parrot. Let me tell you, power is the greatest wealth of mankind - wizards. With power, we have everything."

"It's a pity that you don't have the power, dragon." Hermione shot back: "You want to tell me 'everything is an ant in the face of absolute power'? You know, people who usually take such words as their creed do not have absolute power."

“You——!”

"I feel so comfortable today, Mori Yuesa."

Mori Yuesha was helpless: "I can see that."

Chapter 177 Meet Again

Hermione would probably get along well with Kasumigaoka Utaha. Both of them are completely logical brains, with a thirst for knowledge and a desire to seek the truth far beyond that of ordinary people - and they also have similar mouths.

Will two people who are particularly similar be attracted to each other or repel each other?

Nagini thought that all women related to you probably repel each other.

Because things attract (want?) they repel each other.

"Eh... Nagini, you are saying such obscene things in the middle of the day. There are children here."

"I just wonder what qualifications you have to criticize me. Can you put your hands down first?"

Mori Yuesha giggled and raised both hands in front of Nagini: one was interlocked with Hermione's fingers - the little lion held its head high with pride; the other was held by Draconian's little finger, and Miss Malfoy turned her face away stiffly.

"It's a rare sight. Is this the legendary face-to-face GTR..."

"It's NT--wait, dog AI, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"Oh, Nana, you really know a lot."

Nagini expressionlessly took the earphone out of her cochlea and held it in her palm - click.

After a moment, there was a buzzing sound in my pocket.

A line of words appeared on the phone screen: "There is a spare in your bag."

"Sports Lady."

'…I am a superfluous maid.'

Nagini had a dark face, and the gloom emanating from her body was completely opposite to the warm sunshine after noon.

"The extra... the maid who was run away in front of me..."

Mori Yuesha had already walked a long way with the two girls. She turned halfway and called her, "Nagini! Come quickly! There is a place to swim ahead!"

“Here it comes! No! Mori Yuesa, you can’t go into the water or you’ll catch a cold… don’t run!”

The maid picked up her skirt and ran after him.

The voices of the four women made the usually quiet estate lively, just as the streets near the Little Whinging area should be.

The city is so magical. Even though the white-collar community is not far away, you can walk a few steps or take a ride to another world - a clearly defined area separated by wealth and status.

Harry Potter put her hands in her pockets, clutching the cards and keys in her pockets. On the left was a speeding iron box and the occasional young man riding a bicycle away, and on the right was a half-high broken wall - with large chunks of graffiti sprayed on it.

Today she is the buyer Xiao Ha, responsible for buying ingredients and then waiting for her sister to come back.

Grandpa Miles was worried at first, but the old man insisted on following her, saying, "I'm going to see a friend on the way" - a lie. He just didn't want little Harley to walk through the streets alone. If she was older, it would be fine.

In the end, the old professor tried to persuade the stubborn girl for a long time but failed - he had classes in the afternoon and didn't have much time. Finally, he turned around and reminded her to remember to call him, call him once when she was leaving, call him once when she arrived, and call him again when she came back.

Harry didn't find it annoying at all.

The feeling of someone caring...