Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Minerva's brain isn't very smart..." Snape waved his wand and knocked down all the threatening people in a few breaths. "I don't have time to wait for you to show off, Longbottom."

Through the transparent glass, Snape could see where Philippa was - the sleeping girl.

A girl born with great magical power awakened.

Looking at her, I feel like looking at Mori Tsukisa...

However, that annoying troublemaker has been gone for a long time.

So long that many people mentioned...

There is also a feeling of nostalgia.

The most interesting Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in Hogwarts history.

Which world are you in right now?

Chapter 220 Extra: Savior Therapy

"How about it?"

In the coastal villa, the sound of wind and waves is howling outside the window.

You could hear a pin drop in the room.

"How about it?"

"We are professionals, ma'am, you have to trust us."

Cobb was playing with the cigar in his hand. In front of him, several people were lying side by side in deep sleep.

"No, it's not that I don't believe it..." The woman who spoke was dressed gorgeously, as if she had hung all the gems she could buy on her body. In the minimalist interior, she was the most dazzling person in the room. She liked to shake her shoulders from time to time when she spoke, and the gold earrings hanging on her thick earlobes swayed left and right.

——Exquisite makeup cannot resist the passage of time, and she looks older.

"After all, it was Mr. Saito who introduced us..." She glanced at Cobb apologetically, her eyes staying on him for only a few seconds, and then moved back to her son - yes, her son, Cobb's 'mission target' this time.

He is not short of money now, and he will not break the law for money.

This time, it was a request from Mr. Saito's friend: the woman in front of him.

his son.

Implantation, treatment.

"I'm just worried..."

Cobb understood.

"Everything will go according to plan. We need to set a goal for your son: an anchor point," Cobb said, tapping his fingers in the air a few times. "From this point, everything in the dream will be forgotten, but the experiences he made his own decisions will remain in his subconscious, subtly influencing and changing his life."

“That’s what I’m worried about…”

Before this "treatment", the woman learned in detail about the plan that Cobb's team had tailored for her son. With the recommendation of her partner Saito, she did not doubt the level of the man in front of her, but she was afraid that... too much is as bad as too little.

She originally wanted to build up confidence for her timid and self-deprecating son, but now she began to worry whether she was raising an arrogant person.

"He's seriously ill and taking a lot of medicine, Ms. Lawrence." Cobb explained, "He won't remember what happened in his dream."

He did not participate in this operation, and an unexpected person took his place.

Suotome Ai.

"She is much better than I am. Believe me, your son will be fine."

The woman sighed deeply.

I hope so…

How could his life become like this?

The man himself doesn't know either.

Endless days and nights, boring life, rotting body, rigid brain - he is a vampire living in the modern world, a parasite in the concrete jungle.

He didn't know when his life would stop, and he didn't care.

The man was typing away on the keyboard, and the colorful colors on the screen illuminated his young face. There was no other lighting in the room except for the two lamps, which he hadn't used for a long time.

Next to him was a cup of soft, lifeless cola, three pieces of moldy pizza, a pile of scattered cigarette butts and an iron ashtray to hold them.

The keyboard is yellowed from smoke.

The man was staring at the characters that kept popping up on the screen.

After a while, he pushed away the chair, tugged at his wrinkled shirt, opened the curtains, squinted and looked out.

It's already morning.

He grabbed his suit jacket, stuffed his keys in his pocket, and headed out the door.

This world was very strange, and often gave him a feeling of unreality. He wondered if there were people like him who only felt chills when the sun shone on their skin.

Everyone follows a set path and acts as if...

It's like one big reality show.

It’s just that everyone is the protagonist.

unimportant…

I am too insignificant.

He was hurrying on his way like other office workers, plunging into the crowd, his ears collecting information around him like receivers.

flower shop…

When was that flower shop opened?

He remembered that this was a newsstand last week?

'This world isn't fair, is it?'

The flower shop owner was a pretty young Asian girl. She was picking and choosing among bunches of roses, and she listened to the complaints of her first customer of the day and responded with a few words.

'In this unfair world, flowers are always more popular than grass.'

The flower buyer was a middle-aged man with a big belly and a lot of fat on his chin. He would occasionally lift his sleeves to reveal the golden watch on his wrist, and his narrow eyes would scan the shopkeeper's waist and hips.

"Hmm." The young female shop owner ignored him and was busy with the bouquet.

'…Even if it is an inconspicuous flower, people will admire it when it blooms - but who cares about the grass underfoot?' The pot-bellied man moved forward and approached the shopkeeper: 'People always see the beauty of roses, but forget the tenacity of grass.'

His tone was up and down, but the look in his eyes was not very upright.

A bit boring.

"I am different. I like weeds." He leaned forward again, getting closer and closer, and lowered his voice towards the female shopkeeper's ear: "... I can see another kind of beauty. Miss, don't you think you..."

The conversation tended to be ambiguous.

'…I just like those tenacious little lives.'

The female shop owner said "hmm" in an ambiguous tone.

The man was a little dissatisfied. 'How much did you spend to open this store?'

Ignore him.

'It must be hard to live in this city.'

Still ignored him.

"Wild grasses... there has to be someone to appreciate them. It's better to be in a greenhouse than to be exposed to the wind and rain in the wild in winter... Speaking of which, there's a movie that's very popular recently..."

Finally the woman turned around.

As expected, like her figure, her looks are also first-rate.

Her face did not have the wrinkles of those working hard in the city from dawn to dusk, but instead had a bit of...arrogance?

'This is the first time I've heard of anyone liking weeds.'

Finally replied.

The man shook his wrist to make the gold watch stand out more. 'It's painful to be different from others, Miss, just like you opened a flower shop on this commercial street - out of place, you understand?' He squeezed the fat on his face and made a 'sad' expression.

'I am overly sensitive and often notice things in life that most people don't notice - overly sensitive people are miserable.'

'Let's talk about weeds.'

"Weeds...weeds...it's tenacious...tenacious...well, and...tough...well...it's everywhere..."

The female shop owner looked at the fat man in front of her calmly, and repeatedly asked him questions that made him speechless. She looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and handed him the wrapped bouquet.

'Your rose. Mr. who loves weeds.'

"...Oh...Okay...Thank you."

The little story on the street made the man who was passing by want to laugh. In order to listen to the whole interesting story, he stopped for a while and happened to meet the eyes of the female shop owner who had just finished the business.

A strange feeling of familiarity drove him over.

"…Have we met somewhere before?"

The female shop owner no longer had that repulsive smile on her face. Her expression became more lively. “Maybe,” she said. “I have indeed been waiting for you for a long time.”

The man was surprised.

"wait for me…?"

The woman in front of him came closer and pushed aside the flower buds that were peeking out from both sides.

She said into his ear, "Are you doubting whether this world... is real?"

"I, we, everyone. We've been waiting for you for a long time..."

"Neo."

"The great savior."

Regression and Task Space of Interlude Offset

Chapter 1 The Return of an Inexplicable Deviation

The feeling of spatial pull is different from usual.

A long, chaotic rotation, dark and lightless holes like compound eyes, and a pitch-black sea with complete silence.

After being wrapped in the soft mana, Mori Yuesha lasted for a few minutes before falling asleep.

How long has it been...

she does not know.

Like a turtle drifting with the current, the direction of the current is her destination. After a deep sleep, the murmur of conversation woke her up.

The hard, cold iron floor was trampled back and forth by boots, making a thudding sound.

There was plenty of light from the 'ceiling', but the light was rudimentary.

As he woke up, the conversation became clearer.

The man seemed to be...

She speaks?

"You were the last one to wake up."

…………

……

Mori Yuesha was wrong.