Hogwarts Archmage

"What can I get?"

Max, who was full of panic from the beginning, suppressed his inner fear and finally asked his question for the first time.

She didn't ask not to do it, because she really didn't want to die, but she hoped that the other party could give her some compensation.

Margery nodded: "What do you want? Money? Oh... and a little power to protect yourself..."

It looked like he was talking to himself, but Max knew that was the answer he wanted to say.

Margaery thought for a while, then scratched her palm with her nails. Some milky white liquid came out, and soon gathered into a ball under the influence of magic power, floating in the air.

"Open your mouth."

It was just a word, but it was like an instruction to a machine, causing Max to open her mouth involuntarily. The liquid slowly floated into her mouth, and then slid down her mouth and esophagus into her stomach.

The muscles and bones around Max's cheeks ached from his mouth being stretched to the limit.

It doesn't need to be this big, she thought.

But soon she was able to freely control the muscles on her face. She closed her mouth, rubbed her cheeks, and asked with some confusion: "That's..."

"It's my blood."

Seeing that Max was a little stunned, Margaery explained: "It was still red a year ago. Don't worry about it. I am just returning. Not only my abilities are returning, but some changes in my body are also normal."

"I…"

"Don't talk, close your eyes, and feel it carefully."

Max closed her eyes obediently. After a while, her figure flashed and came to the door.

She opened her eyes, stretched out her hand, and her arm disappeared into the air as if it had been cut off. When she pulled it back, she was holding a gold bar in her hand.

"That's the money I gave you."

Margaery said: "You can run away now. Remember, don't try to escape. I can find you at any time, and I can kill you at any time."

She waved her finger, and Max, who was standing by the door, involuntarily "flickered" back to her.

"Your strength should have increased a lot, so be careful what you do with it recently."

Max nodded. She did want to escape just now, but she denied the idea for just a moment, but she was still seen by this mysterious girl.

"Why me? Of course. If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to."

Max asked his last question.

"It's nothing," Margaery twirled her black hair with her fingers: "Because you drank the potion that Hermione, that is, the brown-haired girl, gave you. Those potions were made by me. She might I don’t know. There are a lot of special things added to that thing. As long as you drink it, it will change people. The child you want to conceive is also her and the boy. The reason why she is not allowed to come by herself is because if it is She gave birth to more than one person who was unlucky. The powerful bloodline coupled with the perfect environment will give birth to a guy who can easily kill all living things in sight... Of course, this is not important, the most important thing is me. She’s selfish, I’m relatively familiar with her, but not you.”

Max clutched the heavy gold bar in his hand. He didn't know whether to say he was lucky or not, but he finally decided to accept his fate.

"I know, I will protect this child carefully..."

Margery waved her hand: "It won't happen to him even if you jump from the building. Just enjoy your life. I will install the fertilized eggs for you at this time tomorrow, and..."

She took out a key, a contract and an address and handed them to Max: "You can go and live here, as long as you sign your name, it will be yours. There is a lawyer's phone number on it, and all the expenses have been settled... You now You should be able to afford a mobile phone and hopefully you will use it.”

Max took the contract and glanced at it. It was the Upper East Side.

She was stunned for a moment.

Max is actually a white girl, but white girls can also be divided into paupers and princesses, and she happens to be the former...and even among the former, she is considered to be an exceptionally poor one.

The Upper East Side is a place... how should I put it? In New York, where land is at a premium, the Upper East Side is right next to the huge Central Park. You can imagine who lives here.

Looking at Max who was standing there silently, Margery could actually see her thoughts, but she still joked: "What's wrong, unexpected?"

Max smiled self-deprecatingly: "Indeed, a prostitute moving into a place where rich people gather is like an ugly wild dog suddenly being adopted by a rich man. It is surprising and incompatible with the environment."

Margery shook her head slightly: "One day, you will find that in this kind of world, money is the most meaningless thing."

"Maybe... It seems I can drop out of community college. That place no longer means anything to me. I can live a life I never dreamed of... even though I can't get married or raise children."

"No, you can... get married and have children."

Margaery smiled and reminded: "Just remember to get divorced as soon as possible, otherwise others will find out that you will not age...not in that house, there is magic there, and no one will think there is anything wrong with you. "

After saying this, Margery stood up from the chair, turned and walked towards the door: "It is now [-]:[-] in the morning. I will find you at [-]:[-] in the next morning. You can use this time to sleep. Get some sleep, or just move there, you shouldn’t have anything else to bring.”

"Then I'll just move. I'm so excited that I don't even want to sleep. I'll call the lawyer as soon as possible and let him handle the matter..."

Max spoke with some excitement. For her, that place was indeed an elusive place. It is probably that no one could have imagined that this neighbor who had just moved in was actually a prostitute...

She had forgotten everything about being killed countless times and being pregnant for countless years.

Margaery waved her hand and walked out of the door.

As for Max, who was in his room, after Margery left, he took out a large handful of gold bars and banknotes from the space with excitement, kissed them hard, then carefully threw them back, and began to pack his own. The things...actually nothing, just a pillow and some books. Although she said she was dropping out of school, she hadn't really thought about it yet.

The street lights here have been broken for who knows how many years. The sky outside is still very dark. The night in September is already very cold. Margaery rubbed her hands and raised her head to look at the sky above her head exposed from the gap in the building. starry sky.

"I don't know if anyone has noticed that these stars are getting brighter and brighter."

After saying that, she smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, took a step, and left the street.