Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"That is the highest expression of love." Idhaila placed his cane across his legs, one hand supporting his chin, and the other hand on the vine armrest. His five nails were tapping...

"That's them."

…who?

"They."

There was only that chair and the blooming roses around.

"Hey, you don't think I'm the 'God of Plants' or the 'God of Nature', do you?" Idhaila smiled: "The flesh and intelligence of lower creatures are the best fertilizer." He nodded at the roses around him: "It's reasonable for a weak god like me to feel lonely often, right? There must be something to keep me company."

Rose, bright red buds.

At this time, he was shaking his head in confusion and making wailing sounds.

"Shh... this little girl can't keep you company. My daughter has a crush on her."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine.

"you…"

"You know what, Harry Potter." Idhela crossed her legs and said with an ambiguous meaning, "Humans struck by lightning and fire are doomed, but it is a blessing for those who eat electricity. The gods have no ill will towards you, but those who spy on the gods will not die well - you push all those who bring harm to you into the sea of ​​fear, probably because your fragile and inferior bodies cannot bear that knowledge."

"What do you want..."

"I'm thinking about my investment - eh, is it called investment?"

Idhaila scratched his chin. "Pushing a human who fears and hates Mori Yuesha into the ranks of servants will cause serious consequences. Even I am afraid of being attacked by her fanatical mothers."

"How could I be so mean to my sister—"

"Sister? Harry Potter. You are afraid of me. And Mori Yuesha, is the same as me."

Harry was stunned.

"She is not a human, nor is she the elegant creature you imagine. She is a collection of desires, with some strange flesh and blood, and some unkind emotions; most of them are crazy, and a few are naive. Her soul is filled with concepts of immortality and eternity, mixed with thoughts from chaos, and fused with the distorted dogma of order."

"All in all, she's a cute little monster."

Idhaila thought for a moment: "Hmm, weak imagination. You can imagine her as a phantom formed by moonlight. Tentacles and scales shining with silver spots. Many ears, greedy and lustful..."

The god, imitating his daughter, licked his lips.

"If you think so, it would be better to choose the girl from the Malfoy family... or..."

"Miss."

Harry suddenly interrupted his soliloquy. "I can't."

"Ok?"

"No matter what my sister looks like, what attracts me to her is...what attracts me to her is..."

Harley stuttered. She didn't know how to describe it. Just like blind animals recognize each other's scent through smell - Mori Yuesha has that power. She saved her life, and from that day on, Harley seemed to have become a dog with a keen sense of smell that only recognized its owner...

"Cat. Let's talk about cat. My little cutie loves cats the most."

Idhaila seemed very satisfied. "I see. It seems you are ready. Do you want cat ears? That Egyptian cat takes good care of you. To make it easier for you to preach, shall I give you a pair of cat ears?"

Please don't.

It wasn't like this the last time we met.

Ms. Divine, stop imitating your sister.

Idhaila excitedly folded her arms around herself, with a flash of enthusiasm in her eyes: "I can't wait... my... my Mori Yuesha..."

Harley didn't know how many mothers her sister had. According to Nagini, they were all great and upright gods.

Now watch…

Only the strong god speaks the truth.

"Of course the mother of a monster is also a monster. Do I look like Mori Tsukisa? This really makes me happy... Every time I imitate her, I feel like my daughter is inside me, controlling all my limbs... I float in the dark space, quietly nurturing the unborn little cutie..."

"She grew, greedily devouring my flesh and blood..."

"My sister likes performing, too." Harry changed the subject.

Idhaila nodded quickly: "She has this talent. That's great... You really pay attention to her. How about I give you an extra pair of cat ears? Do you want Bastet's kind, or--"

No, really not necessary.

I am fine just the way I am.

"Yes, her hunting range is quite wide... after all..."

Idhela hooked her finger at Harley.

A black curl floated out from the sewn inner pocket.

This was Mori Tsukisa's hair that Harley had secretly cut off before.

"hiss…"

Idhaila closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You are so lucky, human... your daughter would not have had a family..."

Family members?

"It's like you bought a cute little dress for your cat." The woman who was sniffing her hair madly opened her eyes, stood up from the chair holding her cane, and walked towards Harley step by step.

"Worship her..." He said.

"She who serves her..." He said.

"Or descendants of thinly related blood..."

He stood in front of Harley, bent down, and rubbed Harley's face affectionately with the tip of his nose. His voice was as light as a needle dropping on the ground: "But you can't have the last one. Do you understand? She is the only one."

"As long as I can stay with my sister..."

"Self-knowledge is really important. I kind of like you, Harry Potter." Idhra smiled: "Come on, let me use my imagination. My daughter's hair and mine will meet in your new body..."

"Forever...inseparable..."

Chapter 182 Chatting at Miles Residence

After returning from the Malfoy family, Mori Yuesha had two more little tails.

No, it should be said that it is a prosthesis.

Hermione Granger on the left, Draconian Malfoy on the right.

"Then it looks like the one on the right is more important."

Mori Yuesha's legs were stiff and could not bend, and she was carried forward by two girls like a kidnapped mummy - but this did not prevent her from speaking.

"The one on the right is more important? Why?"

Nagini pouted: "You are not left-handed."

"Oh, you mean, it's inconvenient without your right hand?" Mori Yuesha shook her head, with a strange light flashing in her big eyes: "I still have you. Even if I lose my hand, as long as Nagini is by my side, it won't be inconvenient. I will live happily and will never be afraid of no one loving me."

The jealous maid couldn't help but curl her lips. "When will Harry come back? I can only cook something simple without the ingredients."

What are you talking about?

Hermione gave her a strange look. After these days of getting to know her, she never expected Nagini to be so clumsy.

The maid is a man of action and decisiveness, but unexpectedly she is a pure and easy-to-please girl...?

"What are you kidding me about? It's the truth. Hermione is important, too. She's super smart and super important!"

The little lion raised his head proudly to show that you have good taste.

Draconian: You're not much different from that idiot maid, Hermione.

"Xiao Kou Kou~"

"Don't call me Xiao Kou Kou!"

"Koko~"

"Mori Tsukisa!"

There were not enough slippers at home, so the two little wizards could only wear Philippa and James' slippers. Miles hadn't come back yet, and Harry didn't know when he went out.

"No one answered the phone." Nagini put down the phone and shook her head at Mori Yuesha. "I'll go look for it. I always feel like something is wrong... since the beginning of the Leaky Cauldron..."

"Harley is missing?"

"That stinky scarred guy is missing?"

One is caring, the other is gloating.

Mori Yuesha sat on the sofa holding the opened candy jar, crossed her legs, put her little hands into the jar, and swirled around in the candy pile. After a while, she picked out a purple one.

into the mouth.

Click.

"The grape flavor is getting less and less, Nagini, please ask someone to come and take a look. Is there a mouse in the house?"

"Master, Harley..."

"Why are there so few strawberry flavors? Do you think that the cost of grape and strawberry is too high, so the sugar companies deliberately use peach flavor to make up for the shortage?"

"Harley is lost, Master."

“Maybe there are mice in the house?”

Draconia nudged Hermione. 'Is this how they always talk?'

Hermione nodded.

'I feel a little sorry for Nagini.'

"Have some sympathy for yourself. Didn't you notice that one of your slippers is blue and the other is yellow?"

Draconia looked down: skirt pleats, white stockings, a yellow Tigger slipper, and a blue Stitch slipper.

"…All purebloods match like this. What do you know?"

Hermione suppressed her laughter: "I just like your stubborn style of not admitting your mistakes."

"Master, Harley is lost."

Nagini made a few phone calls and called Miles again. The old professor also said that he had not received any calls from Harley.

"Owner…"

Mori Yuesha was holding the glass jar on her head, observing the position of the strawberry candy and glucose from below. "Ah, what did you say?"

Nagini wanted to kill her master hundreds of times every day. She took a long breath and raised her voice: "I said, Harley didn't answer the phone. She got lost, or..."

Something unexpected happened.

Mori Yuesha's face was plump under the large glass jar. "Oh, she's fine. She has something to do. She will be back in two days."

Two days later...

Nagini was stunned. "You mean," the maid seemed to understand the meaning of the words: "You mean - Mori Yuesha, don't eat any more candy, that's your weekly allowance!"

"The main reason is that there are mice in the house. I didn't eat a lot of the food. I am at a great disadvantage. Why don't you blame the mice?"

You ate every mouse secretly.

Mori Yuesha hid the jar behind her pillow, pouted and shook her head: "It must have been eaten by a mouse. Or it could have been Miles. Look," the rabbit spirit used his index finger to open the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "I don't have any bad teeth, so I didn't eat it."

Nagini walked over, first picked up the bottle cap, and then, in the reluctant look of her owner, snatched the jar of candy.

Tighten it and put it back on the rack.

"Miles doesn't have bad teeth either."

"Ah? T-That could be... Philippa?"

"Whether you have bad teeth or not has nothing to do with whether you eat candy or not."

“I won’t get sick…”

Nagini put her hands on her hips and said, "I have to regulate your snacking time, otherwise there will always be a 'rat' sneaking around in the house at night." She was also the accomplice of the rat. After all, the rat itself was too lazy to make a midnight snack.