Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

I don't know why I ate it.

estimate…

Maids love to eat strawberry tails?

It can't be some other reason.

"They often do this..." Ron said in a pinched voice, as if he was a little afraid of Nagini. He touched Black's leg and asked him to sit down and said, "Sirius... do you want to..."

"Harley's gone! Ron, don't you understand? Didn't you see how many Death Eaters attacked your house -"

"I believe Professor Mori Yuesha." Ron shrugged. He had never seen Dumbledore cast a spell with all his strength, and the book didn't describe it in detail. But he had seen Mori Yuesha "casually" freeze a piece of land.

Those roars and bloodthirsty eyes almost tore their men apart, those beautiful ice sculptures, and...

The sky is full of white.

He inexplicably had an extremely strong expectation for Mori Yuesha. Even after he had been avoiding attacks all the way, his heart, which had been beating wildly, miraculously calmed down after he stepped onto the carpet in the room... He didn't know how to describe the feeling. It was as if he was standing behind Dumbledore and in front of him were a group of Cornish elves.

Of course, he must not know that this is a rare perception talent.

"…I don't trust you as much as Dumbledore does, Mori Tsukisa. You are from an unknown background. I think you'd better tell me…right now…"

"I don't think Harry will see you, handsome. Anyone would feel ashamed to know that his godfather is an idiot." Mori Yuesa moved her toes, and her restless emerald green feet were held by a pair of soft hands, and the other hand patted her instep warningly.

Handsome...

Blake's eyebrows were almost squeezed into a line. "I am Harry's godfather. The relationship between James and I... a child of your age simply doesn't understand. We are inseparable."

Wow, could it be the Duke and the Groom? ! !

"I'm sorry...what did you say?"

For a moment the man felt that the two ladies looked at him in a strange way...

emm...

"Well, she doesn't want to see you anyway. After all, you showed up too late. Sometimes, life is just so helpless." Mori Yuesha smiled like a fox who had done something bad, squinting her eyes, biting half of her lip with her small upper teeth, and smiled:

"A hero who emerges after suffering is over is certainly still a hero."

"But if this hero could have prevented the suffering, but missed it because of his own 'idiotic behavior'. Then... he would not be liked...?"

No.

Halle...

What did you experience as a child?

Black knew a little bit about Dumbledore's arrangements. According to his memory, Harry had only suffered a little injustice in his childhood, and it shouldn't be a big problem. After all, with Dumbledore taking care of her, it couldn't be any worse...

"'At most'?" Mori Yuesha tilted her head, as if she couldn't understand the word. "What do you mean by 'at most'?"

At most, he thought Harry could "stay strong" and get through it.

And grow in suffering.

become…

Like her father, a courageous and indomitable warrior!

"Oh my god, you are an idiot. Who would want to be an 'indomitable' warrior for no reason? I don't want to be one anyway. I just want to be the most beautiful, elegant, intellectual, perfect-looking girl in the world, surrounded by little sisters and big sisters, and live an ordinary life forever young... That's all."

Nagini: Just a beautiful and attractive waste doe.

Mori Yuesha didn't know what the maid was muttering to herself. She was surprised at the strange thoughts of the man in front of her, her eyes widened: "Do you know what I would do if I cared about a little cutie?" She moved her butt and found a comfortable position to lean on the sofa.

"If I had a little cutie, I would love her very very very much." The girl clapped her hands and called out onomatopeia in a medium-pitched voice: "Snap! Suddenly one day, she became an orphan, and I was partly to blame for her orphanhood..."

Blake looked at the beautiful girl with a seductive smile in front of him, and unconsciously felt the temperature around him getting lower and lower...

"…At that time, of course I would have to bring her with me personally."

Mori Yuesha glanced at the man nonchalantly and made a gesture of holding a child: "Since the cause of her parents' death is related to me, and they were close friends of mine when they were alive, their child certainly cannot be left to others - I will take care of her until she grows up."

The temperature in the room was already somewhat uncomfortable.

Blake was in a trance for a short while. When he came to his senses and looked at the girl in front of him, the smile on her face had disappeared - the girl was just lazily leaning on the sofa with an expressionless look on her face.

It's like looking at an inanimate object.

"I will let her have a childhood without worries, a happy childhood that will make everyone happy."

She had no expression and her lips moved slightly.

"No one has the guts to bully her."

The coldness finally reached an unbearable critical point.

Then, Blake saw the girl smile.

Flowers are blooming and summer is back.

The chill in the room, the bone-chilling coldness, was like an ice cube being dragged under the scorching sun and slowly melting away...

"So you're an idiot."

Mori Yuesha yawned and waved her hands casually: "Putting yourself in Azkaban, calling it 'atonement' - how interesting. If it were me, I would definitely kill that devil first, then pile up his little ants into a mountain at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic and tell them: Harry, who was raised by me, is the most beautiful kid in the magic world from today on!"

Listening to the girl's somewhat 'naive' speech, Blake smiled bitterly.

Not to mention whether he has the ability to kill the Dark Lord.

If Mori Yuesha educates her in this way, the child she raises will definitely be an arrogant pureblood. Just like...

Like some crazy woman from the Black family.

Arrogance, disregard for human life, paranoia...crazy.

"Don't people like you have a way of thinking in a middle way?" Mori Yuesa thought the man's response was ridiculous: "Either you become strong after suffering, or you become spoiled after happiness. There is no middle ground? Really... Eh. I have only seen two smart people among purebloods, and you are not one of them, Mr. Black."

The man wanted to say something, but Mori Yuesa was too lazy to talk to him.

"Anyway, my green cub won't see you. Go away. I promised Dumbledore that I would deal with that damn devil, and the rest is none of your business. Bye, bye."

The conversation didn't continue because Nagini stood up.

"Ten seconds, sir."

"You can leave on your own, or I can 'help' you."

The maid stood up, and under the pretense of pinching her nose, she brushed her lips against her palm and kissed it.

Well.

There was a sense of moisture in my eyes...

You'd better not make me unhappy when I'm in a good mood.

Long curly hair.

Chapter 207 Neither Love nor Hate

Clang.

The door was slammed shut.

Blake left anyway, without putting up a fight.

He more or less remembered Minerva McGonagall's advice, which the woman had repeated to him many times, as if she had anticipated that his character would be disturbed.

'Don't be impulsive'.

As for what I really think, how I evaluate Mori Tsukisa's actions, and how I feel about her calling me an 'idiot'...

Of course I disagree.

He guessed that Mori Yuesha was not familiar with the wizarding world and did not know how famous "Albus Dumbledore" was. What was wrong with handing young Harry over to him? There was no one more reliable than him.

What Mori Yuesha meant was: If it were her, she would not trust anyone except herself. Of course, she would take care of her precious child herself. While holding the baby in one hand, she could still raise the magic wand with the other hand.

So that's an idiot.

In fact, discussing this kind of thing will not produce any results.

Black planned to take Ron back to the secret node of the Order of the Phoenix first to discuss how to find Harry and how to fight against the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord - he didn't like these two ladies and didn't have any expectations.

They have courage and strength. With them, they can unite with the oppressed white wizards...

Enough to fight Voldemort.

Gryffindor courage.

but…

There was one question he was too angry to ask.

Mori Yuesha, what did you teach those children?

Escaping from Azkaban was not an easy task, and neither was it for Animagus. Since he had reunited with Minerva McGonagall, he had met many people, big and small. He was not present on the day of the destruction of Hogwarts, and it was difficult for Black to imagine the scene at that time based on the information he had heard from the Deputy Headmaster.

What does it mean that "most of the Death Eaters died at the hands of young wizards"? ?

What do you mean by 'they learned some self-defense tricks from Mori Yuesa and her servants'? ?

What did that unreliable girl who ate strawberries teach these kids?

Black didn't have time to ask, and Minerva McGonagall didn't explain in detail. She just told him mysteriously: "Put down your wand. You probably can't beat two or three kids."

The confused godfather failed to see his goddaughter, and instead returned to his hiding place with more questions and dissatisfaction.

On this side, as soon as he left, Mori Yuesa's face fell.

"How annoying. I'm increasingly finding that these wizards are just not very smart."

The maid who had just kissed the palm (not just that) was still in a good mood. She twisted her slender waist swayingly, knelt on the carpet, leaned over with a gentle look, closed her eyes, and put her face on Mori Yuesha's thigh... and rubbed it.

"Um…"

"What a disgusting fellow..."

"Um…"

"Nagini?"

"Um…"

"Are you being watched?"

"Shh... let me stay for a while..."

Mori Yuesha was not embarrassed at all. She looked up and laughed foolishly at the empty corner.

Three transparent shadows gradually appeared.

Draconian, Harry, Hermione.

The expressions are quite wonderful.

——Hermione was angry because of Harry.

Draconian...

Also angry.

By Nagini.

"Get out of here! Don't touch me! How can a lowly maid like you be qualified to enjoy--"

When she was halfway through her words, everyone looked at her strangely.

"What, what are you doing? I didn't do anything wrong..."

Did you just say 'enjoy'?

“…What’s wrong with enjoying it!” Miss White Peacock stiffened her neck, her pale face showing an abnormal blush: “This maid… Mori Yuesha, she’s so careless! You must get her out!”

Harry tugged at Miss Malfoy's hand, laughing quietly.

That's right, the number of "Moon Song Shadows" is now 'three', which means that Draconi is a servant herself and knows very well what the so-called 'get out' means. This is what the young lady kept muttering after being 'transformed' by Harry.

"I have to live with that maid all day long?!"