Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Robin asked if this new friend came from the seaside like them, by boat. Mori Yuesha said mysteriously that she would know tomorrow.

Tomorrow... Nagini hopes that Mori Yuesa won't be scolded to death by Hermione tomorrow.

The little lion became more and more talkative after being "trained" by Draconi again and again.

Chapter11 Nail Salon

“What is knowledge?”

——is experience, and is the conclusion drawn from human exploration of the world.

"I didn't ask you about concepts. I asked you: What is knowledge to you?"

——It’s… it’s desire.

"Very good. I don't need 'right', I need what you think is 'right', understand?"

--clear…

“What is knowledge?”

——It’s desire.

"There is knowledge in books, and there is knowledge in other places too. Do you agree?"

--agree.

"So, how much can you give for knowledge?"

--(silence)

"You saw 'knowledge' in Professor Mori Yuesa. No, I'm not going to delve into what you learned. I want to ask: What do you think of Professor Mori Yuesa?"

--(silence)

"Remember what I said? I don't need to..."

——What I think is right.

"That's right. What do you think of Professor Mori Tsukisa?"

——She is knowledge itself.

"Oh? You don't think she's very..."

——Lively? A little bit... But... If 'knowledge' is a collection, a whole concept, it should be omniscient and ignorant.

The questioner nodded his chin with satisfaction and proudly extended his left hand.

"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."

"Nicole Robin..."

This is how two young ladies with equally strong thirst for knowledge got to know each other.

The arrival of Hermione, Draconian and Harry made little Robin so happy that she couldn't help herself and she had a smile on her face the whole day - compared to Nagini and Mori Yuesha, these three little wizards were closer in age to her, and the four of them chattered and got along well.

And after Draconia turned a child into a pig in anger because the child spoke rudely to Robin, little Robin became even more intimate with her.

It's strange, isn't it? It's Draconian.

That stinky peacock.

Hermione was puzzled.

'Actually, my little peacock is quite popular among children.'

How come Hermione didn't notice anything at all?

That's not all. What made her most angry was that this new little loli was always hanging around her for no reason, asking her indirectly if she wanted any extra clothes.

'I have clothes to wear, Robin.'

"I'm... worried about you..."

He refused to tell anyone what he was worried about, and it was finally revealed by Draconi.

'Mori Yuesha said that Miss Hermione is very "enthusiastic" and a "top student."

'What does that mean?'

"Like...walking around the room without clothes..."

well.

Very good, Mori Tsukisa.

The furious lioness went upstairs with her wand.

"Come on, Professor Mori Yuesa, talk to me."

In response, she got a new style of nail. "There are a lot of golden stars painted on the green. Nagini's skills have evolved again."

"I don't want to talk to you about nails right now."

Mori Yuesha pulled her into the room and pushed her into a chair. She put her hand on the table in front of Nagini and urged her. "Hurry up! Give Hermione a... well, for Gryffindor, how about a gold and red one?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me. What are you and Robin--"

"How about a gold-red rose?"

"You told Robin—"

"Nagini, give her a manicure."

"What did you say...Ah, ah...Don't do it. I don't like roses."

"So, cherry blossom petals?"

"…Do you have any other styles? Let me pick one."

"Here. There's a whole book."

A nail salon suddenly opened upstairs. Downstairs, Draconi hugged little Robin and chatted with Harry. "I guess that frizzy lion can never handle my master." She was right. So far, there are almost no servants who can handle Mori Yuesha. Well... Nagini can barely be counted as one.

Harry squatted on the sofa with his legs curled up in a daze, holding a gold Galleon in his hand, turning it over and over. "Why are you always picking on Hermione?"

"Am I picking on her? It's obviously her problem!"

"You two..." He rubbed his head against the loose hood, and his dark green eyes slightly opened through the gaps in his half-long black hair.

Robin shrank back into Draconian's arms.

She had different feelings towards the three wizards: Hermione, Hermione Granger gave her the first impression of being a learned, erudite, rational and resolute woman. Just like... her mother or Dr. Kloba in her incomplete memory; and Miss Delacorne was much closer - without saying a word, she raised her hand and used a stick to turn the boy who had been bullying her into a pig...

This 'irrational' approach won the heart of little Robin.

Harry Potter…

A quiet sister with beautiful eyes...

A scary person.

I don't know, Robin didn't know why she felt this way. Perhaps it was the survival instinct of wild animals. When those bottomless pupils moved towards her, she felt itchy all over her body, extremely uncomfortable - if she stared at them for too long, Robin would even feel physically nauseous...

Horrible people...

Robin lowered his head, trying to squeeze more of himself into Draconi's arms. "Hello... hello..."

"You scared her, Harry." Delacorne pouted and changed her position to hold her. "I finally understand why my mother loves me so much. I can't leave this cute little thing after just a short while... If I hold it for ten years..." Miss Jiao laughed and pinched the girl's face in her arms.

"I'll find a deserted night and turn all those who bully you into pigs. These creatures of inferior blood..."

"Already, it's very good."

This is the truth. The arrival of Mori Yuesha and her "friends" was like a shot of adrenaline for Nico Robin before her death. The rich medicine seeped into her blood and activated her young, desperate heart.

There are people like her in this world.

and…

They live very well, much better than I do.

So, can I live a life like them? A life of being together and having something to rely on?

"That depends on whether the master wants you." Draconian whispered while hugging Robin. Harry was surprised that she saw "gentleness" in this arrogant "noble lady" - was it because she had a child?

"Master? Mori Yuesha?"

Draconian nodded. "If she is willing to accept you, you can leave with us. If not..." The platinum girl thought for a moment, "Tsk, just in case, let's turn everyone into pigs."

Seeing Draconian's expression, Harry wanted to laugh.

Although she is young, she acts like a mother.

"The master likes her very much, and I am not the only one."

"Is it."

Harry stared at Robin quietly, wondering what was going on in his mind. After a few seconds, he suddenly stood up from the sofa.

"Scarhead?"

"Since my sister likes her." Harry came to the door and put on his shoes. "Come with me, Draconian, Robin."

"Where are you going so late at night?"

"Help my sister clean up the trouble."

The green-eyed little wizard unlocked the door and turned back to wave at the 'mother and daughter'.

Chapter12 Meeting Gift

Quiet night.

Three people walked silently on the deserted street. The crooked mailbox was rusty, too close to the sea, and the air was filled with salty and humid moisture. The road was crooked, and the houses were crooked too - the town had no planning, and the way to build each building was just "I like it here" or "I think it's nice here".

With the home as the center, Harry led Draconi and Robin and began to move counterclockwise.

Knock on every house.

There were people who opened the door swearing, or sleepy-eyed men holding their lovers and wives in each hand; there were also residents who had lost their parents like Robin, and who only had half-grown brothers and sisters; there were bakeries on the street, and small family restaurants with front halls and back kitchens.

Harry patiently knocked on doors every time.

then…

Kill them.

Without exception.

"I think the boy just now is not bad. He takes his sister to work as a porter on the street every day." Delacorne half covered the eyes of the girl in her arms and stood beside the old record player. She lowered her head to blow on the vinyl surface and put down the tonearm...

The sound diffuses in the room.

'Hey little apple blossom…'

(Hi my little apple blossom…)

'What seems to be the problem? '

(What's wrong with you?)

'All the ones you tell your troubles to…'

(Your friends...)

'They don't really care for you.'

(I don’t care about you at all.)

The clear rhythm, heavy drum beats and metallic clanging grabbed the attention of Draconian and Little Robin.

Harley stood in front of the bodies of the family of three in a daze. She heard the loud music, glanced at the two psychos who were shrugged their necks to the rhythm, and smiled: "Not bad? What does it have to do with us?"

The finger stretched out, stretched very long, and turned into a black shadow - three forks split in the air and pierced into the eyeball of the corpse...