Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Your sweets habit has spread to Philippa and James. If they get bad teeth, expect Miles to blame you."

Hermione raised her hands high: "My father is a dentist... Bah. No, not that. I'm asking, where is Harry?" The maid exchanged a few glances with her master, and the question was just passed over unclearly?

What are these two talking about?

"Harley." Mori Yuesha licked the icing on her fingers, and rubbed her wet fingers on the corner of Nagini's clothes a few times: "She is evolving. You will be able to see 'Super Harley' soon~"

Hermione's eyebrows were furrowed. "Mori Yuesha, if she is really missing, we have to call the police..." Then she shook her head and denied it: "No, maybe someone from the wizarding world attacked her. We have to tell Dumbledore -" The voice paused.

It was only then that Miss Lion realized that, to some extent, this mysterious "professor" in front of her was comparable to Dumbledore in Harry's words.

She shouldn't do anything weird at this time, right?

Harley...are you really okay?

Hermione turned her eyes to Nagini for help. After not getting any information from the maid's face, she looked at the pure-blooded idiot who had sneaked up to Mori Yuesha.

Draconi's face showed indifference.

"It's lost, it's lost. She's not an important person, right? Sen Yuesha." The white peacock spread its screen, not only hugged Sen Yuesha's arm intimately, but also spoke in a sticky way. She stared at the person in front of her, her light gray pupils full of admiration and love.

He didn't want to pay any attention to Hermione.

I'm so annoying.

"Do you think you are an important person?" The little lion bared his teeth: "Can you let go of Mori Yuesha? It's disgusting."

Draconian rolled her eyes. "Why don't you go out and look for her yourself? She might be rummaging through some garbage dump looking for snacks."

Hermione stood up from her chair and was about to go out.

"Miss Granger." Nagini called her with a smile: "Don't worry." The maid came over quickly and pulled the girl who was about to change her shoes: "Since the master said so, Harry will be fine."

"But…"

The maid looked back at the two bored people on the sofa and whispered in Hermione's ear, "Do you want to learn how to make small cakes? The kind that Mori Yuesha likes the most."

Hermione said nothing.

"Come with me, I can teach you."

She led the girl to the kitchen, but when she turned around, her face didn't look so good.

——Teach your rival how to cook, and teach her to make small cakes for your lover.

Cockroach with spider legs.

Will I have to help with ‘other things’ myself in the future…I want to curse.

"Nagini, I love you so much!"

Nagini ignored her.

My steps felt a lot lighter.

Humph.

Chapter 183 Mother's Wisdom

During dinner time, the two girls let Mori Yuesha come up with a random excuse to fool Miles - about Harry suddenly leaving for something and returning to Hogwarts. Miles couldn't say he didn't believe it at all...

unless…

"Indeed, Mr. Miles."

Unless Nagini testifies.

Mori Yuesha was not happy. "Hey, do I have no credibility in your heart?"

"Trust? Not much, honey." Miles held up the sausage on the fork. "Like this piece of corn."

“That’s sausage.”

Miles said calmly: "Yes, I am talking about corn."

Hermione covered her mouth and laughed.

By the way, today was the first time Miles met Hermione and Draconian. The old man really liked these two little ones!

A girl with a strong thirst for knowledge, cheerful and talkative; a lady with noble elegance and good complexion.

The important thing is that they are all very close to Mori Yuesa.

"…Back then, he was the least noticeable one. Who would have thought that he would make such a big career later. I have a little status in the industry. You don't know how surprised I was when he walked in wearing a tie and a suit, waved at me with a teasing look on his face, and called me 'teacher'..."

During the meal, Miles told the curious Hermione his story and the stories of his former students who were either outstanding or interesting. The old man was very excited when he talked about the "past".

"I try my best to pour everything I have learned into their little brains. Some gifted children even show their uniqueness when they first enter school. Believe me, little Hermione, you are such a person."

Draconian snorted.

Normally, the noble lady who never restrained her fangs, acted like a good girl in front of Miles. If someone else had praised Hermione like this at the dinner table, she would have exploded.

Now he just snorted in pretended dissatisfaction.

really weird.

"…That's what my mother said. I'm just following the Malfoy family rules a little bit."

Nagini was surprised: "I thought it was your father?"

"I wish it was my father, too."

Compared to Lucius Malfoy, it is obvious that the former Narcissa Black, or the current Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy, has more wisdom that goes against the pure blood.

She traveled with her husband and often interacted with Muggles - just think of the Malfoy family's wealth.

The difference is that Lucius treats Muggles with indifference and disdain, and he even calls those people "inferior species that eat food, walk, and produce gold coins", while Narcissa Malfoy is always vigilant and pays attention to them.

The reasons for vigilance and the reasons for attention overlap.

'They are never satisfied, Koko.'

In every night talk between mother and daughter, whenever Muggles were involved, she would tell her daughter: 'They are never satisfied, always greedy and evil. So, you need to be vigilant against them like an ever-burning flame - but it is precisely because of their dissatisfaction that these fragile, non-magical mortals who yearn for life but are not blessed by mystery have taken another path.'

'The most outstanding scholars among them are as wise as Dumbledore or our ancestors. If you want to stay young in the Malfoy family, Koko, you must contact them without leaving any trace and learn quietly.'

A description of being half-sure and half-cautious - among pure-bloods, this was considered a heinous crime.

That's why Narcissa Malfoy said these words to her daughter in private.

It seems to be effective now.

When Delaconi heard that Miles was a "famous professor of architecture", she did not reveal her "full self" throughout the dinner, which made the old professor quite embarrassed. She wondered if she made the atmosphere too serious and made this noble lady feel uncomfortable.

"Grandpa Miles," Hermione said with a wry smile, "There is no such thing as 'nobility' in the wizarding world. If you knew how those people divided their bloodlines..."

"Hermione!"

Draconi screamed sharply, but then she immediately stopped, straightened her back, and gracefully put down the knife in her hand. She glanced at Miles cautiously and tried to change the subject: "Ahem, I heard... you are teaching architecture. So, what does this architecture include?"

It's... architecture.

Miles was dumbfounded.

Mori Yuesha on the side was almost dying of laughter.

She really liked watching this little peacock pretending to be smart with his neck erect! He clearly didn't understand anything, but he had to force himself to join in this conversation that she couldn't understand at all.

She is so cute...

Miles didn't let himself be stunned for too long. The moment Draconi asked the question, the old man understood what was going on with this "noble lady".

He smiled gently at her. "Architecture, in simple terms, is the study of buildings and their environment. We cover engineering technology and humanities and arts. We also focus on practicality and aesthetics. The theme embellished by these distinct but closely related elements is the lofty ambition and profound thoughts that have emerged from thousands of years of human spirit, history, economy, religion, art, politics, and civilization."

The old man winked at the dazed noble lady with his right eye playfully: "In general, little Malfoy, your house is about architecture. If you can tell me about its specific form..."

Draconian pursed her lips, but reluctantly accepted the following explanation. She had already caught a glimpse of Hermione's mocking face from the corner of her eye: "...My home...is a manor, sir."

"Oh, the manor... that's a big project." Miles squeezed his mouth and crushed the grilled fish belly with salty cheese and swallowed it. "Your family - can I call it a family? It has probably been passed down for many years. Have you learned about your ancestors?"

Draconian shook her head.

"Architecture is influenced by trends, beliefs, economy, and technology of the time - it is influenced by many things. Children, sometimes we cannot find the footsteps of our predecessors in books or records, but we can find their feelings in the structure of stones and beams. If you can't trace it, take a good look at the place where you live. An old guy who has been standing for a hundred years... or even a thousand years, have you ever thought about your grandfather, or your grandfather's grandfather - they wore appropriate clothes, sat in a room built with old walls, and lit a fireplace in the cold winter. While drinking with friends, they told the most popular jokes of the time."

Miles's cloudy eyes sparkled in Draconi's sight: "... Countless shadows overlapped. When your grandfather was young, he admired the paintings on that wall. Your mother... maybe she also sat beside it, chatting with your father in a proper manner."

"You will be too in the future."

"Your figures overlap."

"Only the cold, old building bears witness to everything that has happened over the centuries. Have you seen the marks left on it? Have you ever imagined who, who, and under what circumstances caused it?"

The more Draconian listened, the more interested she became.

Miles is a professor who is good at his subject, so he certainly knows how to make people who don't understand it like it.

As long as there is no sabotage.

"Maimai, tell me, did the walls here witness the moment when you hugged Miss Vivien Leigh and trembled?"

Shut up, Mori Yuesa.

Chapter 184 Looking for someone

Anyway...

Humans are complex.

Draconian had long understood this. Miss Malfoy had seen her father pretend to be wise and powerful in front of her, but was scolded by her mother when he returned to the bedroom.

and so…

An interesting professor has a 'love puppet' habit...

Is this acceptable?

"It's not what Mori Yuesha said at all—"

The old professor glared angrily: "I also have the right to be a fan, right? They usually dance for me. At my age, I recall the past-"

Hermione suddenly interrupted: "'They'?"

"'she'?"

Grandpa, you wouldn't mistake these two dolls for...

This time, Hermione looked at him with a strange look...

Only Draconian was still normal.

Some things are nothing to purebloods, she has seen a lot. What's wrong with puppets? There are also people who raise magical animals.

Friendly reminder: It’s not for eating.

"I'm a professor!"

Mori Yuesha tilted her head: "Grandpa, Ms. Vivian wrote to me before. It is said that a new model has been launched - a life-size version, and the face and body can still be customized. This time it seems to be super realistic, even the dialogue..."

Miles' mouth twitched, and he looked back at the doll standing still in the display case, hesitating: "Ahem...well, apart from the future savings for Philippa and James, I don't have much money to spend..."

"so?"

"So how much is the 'life-size version' you mentioned..."

The first thought that came to Draconi's mind was: This gentleman is so pitiful.

In the Muggle world, professor, can we only buy puppets?

that…

"That Mori Yuesha is indeed a sinner, isn't she?" Nagini came over secretly at some point, blowing hot air, and whispered in Draconian's ear: "She has more than one..."

Miss Peacock, who had been pretending all night, blushed and pushed Nagini's shoulders with her fingertips to push her away. "So what? This is not something a servant should care about."

I originally wanted to find someone who was most likely to make a fuss and instigate someone, but I ended up getting retorted.