[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

To Damian's surprise, Harriet's living radius is surprisingly small.

Along the three supermarkets she visited, Damian drew a triangle on the map—there is a great probability that her residence is within this triangle and not far from the surrounding area.

Later, within this triangle, more surveillance images of her were found.

No difficulty.

As for public transportation, she only takes the subway occasionally and irregularly, so Damian presumes that she does not need to use the subway to commute.

The only problem was that he couldn't find a corresponding record in the police population system when he used her photo.

magic?Maybe.She is cautious.

Damian decided to start tracking on the ground immediately.

On the second day only, he saw Harriet strolling leisurely in one of the supermarkets she especially loved—fresh fruits, vegetables and milk yoghurt had just been purchased in the cart.

Fruits and vegetables are all labeled organic and expensive; and judging from the yogurt brand, her standard of living is not bad...

She was wearing simple light-colored jeans, and her top was an ordinary plaid shirt, but she was dressed very nicely—it was slim, with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, and the button on the chest was open. The black suspenders inside are exposed.

The thick black long curly hair is naturally scattered on the shoulders, and she is pinning one side of the hair behind the ear, carefully reading the nutrition information of the fruit juice.

Her dress is lazy and effortless, but it fully reveals her curvaceous figure.

She is not tall, only about 160, but she wears a pair of nude-colored high heels that are ten centimeters—the same way she wears when she goes to the supermarket. Either she has a very high pursuit of image, or she is quite concerned about her height.

She just wore a light lipstick, so it wasn't that she cared much about her image, the root cause seemed to be her height.

And her shoes are the latest model of jimmychoo this year.So, she's a girl who loves shoes?

It's not because Damian is surrounded by fashion, it's just that his knowledge of these consumer products has greatly helped him quickly locate the victim's class status and consumption level.

He should be happy for Harriet and Alfred, shouldn't he?After an unhappy childhood and a tumultuous teenage years, she finally defeated her enemies and lived happily ever after...

Damian pressed his baseball cap, and his eyes wandered unconsciously to her finger, which had no ring.

The amount of yogurt purchased in the shopping cart also does not match that of the family.At best, it is only enough for a single girl to consume for three or four days.

Therefore, these improvements in living standards do not come from marriage. It should be that she now has a stable and considerable income.

Where does this faint happiness come from?

It must be because of Ah Fu... If Ah Fu knew that his granddaughter got married unknowingly, he would definitely be depressed.Well, it's for Ah Fu...

Another thing that caught Damian's attention was the slight depression and sadness shown between her brows when she turned around.

Damian, who has read countless people, can see that these are the eyes of those who have experienced great losses in their lives.

Because, he would occasionally see a pair of eyes like this in the mirror...

He had indeed seen the lightning-shaped scar on her forehead long ago, but he never felt that the scar was a problem worth noting.

At this time, Harriet had already pushed the shopping cart and started to check out.Damian took a box of fruit juice casually and lined up behind the two of them.

In front of him were two young men who were almost the same age as him, playing around.Apparently, it wasn't just Damian who noticed Harriet's beauty, these two men did too.

They started pointing at her ass, gesticulating, laughing evilly...

Damian cleared his throat, took off his baseball cap, and took a few steps forward. Taking advantage of his height, he looked down from above and stared coldly at the two men who didn't know what to do.

Paired with his bald head (with a still-healed scar), it was enough to scare the duo into silence.

Harriet didn't know all of this, she settled the bill and left with the paper bag in her arms.

Damian put down his juice and chased him out of the shopping aisle.

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Relying on years of experience in evading pursuit, Harley had just left the supermarket 50 meters away when she found the tall and strong man behind her who was suspected of being stalking.

Best case - he's just a regular Muggle trying to rob her; worst case - she's found by wizards and this guy is an ex-Death Eater, or some other newly minted dark wizarding group member.

She stabilized her footsteps, seemingly unintentionally, after observing the road conditions, she crossed the road and walked to the other side.

This man didn't follow...

This is complicated, or is it that Harry has wronged him and he didn't follow her?Or, he's experienced... knows that crossing the road is one of the tricks girls use to test their stalkers.

Without warning, when she passed an intersection, she quickly dodged into the corner of the road——

She poked her head out, and sure enough, the man walked a few steps and followed her...

Doesn't look like a wizard?

Seeing that there was no one around, Harley, who didn't want to make more troubles, directly Apparated and left.

So, Damian just lost Harriet like this... Looking at the empty intersection, Damian was helpless, he still had a day to lose him!

Wizards are annoying...

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In the next few days, no matter how Damian squatted, Harriet did not appear near this supermarket again.

After she finished her shopping, she chose to walk home...which means she must be living nearby.

But... wizards also have teleportation methods, which complicates everything.

Walking on the streets of London in the early morning, Damian decided to change the way of investigation. Perhaps, he could use money to open up the network of homeless people here and let them be his own eyeliner?

While thinking, Damian inadvertently pushed away the only nearby coffee shop that was open at this hour.

He is wearing a casual suit today, jeans, and a simple white T under the suit.

It was worn to neutralize the intimidation of his haircut, size and scars, and he had always suspected that Harriet was running so fast that day because his peaked cap was shaped like a badass.

There is only one female clerk in the coffee shop at this time, maybe the owner?She was turning her back to him, tinkering with the coffee machine inside the counter.

The clerk was also wearing a plaid blouse, a different color from Harriet's that day.She was wearing an apron and her black hair was tied up in half.

She was concentrating on dealing with the coffee machine, without turning around, directly after the door rang, she said to Damian who had just walked in: "Welcome, there is only coffee now, and the pastries are still being made. If you don't mind waiting for 10 minutes, just You can eat freshly baked, hot croissants~”

Damian doesn't intend to stay long, he just needs sex.

The comfortable seat in the warm coffee shop can't change his mind. He went straight to the counter and said to the back of the female clerk: "A cup of double espresso is fine, and two sugars, take it away."

"Coming soon."

The clerk turns around—

Green eyes, black hair, the face he has engraved in his mind these days——

Damian's eyes widened in an instant, unexpectedly... just like this, he found Harriet and her way of earning a living - a coffee shop!

And Harry was also stunned, she could tell at a glance that this man was the one who followed her a few days ago!

As the most competitive candidate for the former head of the Auror Division, Harley's reaction speed has always been the fastest in the department.

She drew her wand in the blink of an eye—

"Passed out!"

But her opponent is Damian Wayne, the best heir to the League of Assassins, and the most terrifying Batman in Gotham in recent years.

He raised his arm, blocking the incoming spell.

Harry was surprised to see that even though the spell hit the man, he was still unscathed.

Considering that he was going to face a suspicious little witch with many years of combat experience, Damian had always been prepared.He couldn't be knocked down by Harriet's spell before he could speak.

On his left arm, he wore one of the defensive items that Constantine and Zatanna left to his father - a bracelet that could absorb basic low-level spells.

But on Harley's side, she was already terrified—an enemy immune to magic!This is the first time she has encountered it!

This further confirmed her guess that this person is definitely not a kind person!Moreover, he also knew that she could do magic!It's just for me!

But apart from magic, she really has no other self-defense ability!

In order to save her life, Harley began to use magic spells to summon large and small objects, and threw them at Damian!Meanwhile prepare to apparate.

Damian had already expected that she would run away, carrying the things that were thrown at him (seriously, it’s just a few plates and cups, how much harm can it do to Damian who takes being shot as a daily routine?), he single-handed With a push, he easily rolled into the counter and grabbed her arm before she disappeared.

"You're going to ruin your shop! Don't get excited! I mean no harm!" Damian said painstakingly, and at the same time, without even looking, the other hand grabbed a coffee mug that was thrown at the back of his head... …

Harry struggled in vain, "Let go of me! The gangsters I met all said that at first!"

This bald man is so fierce!

"I'm not a gangster..." Damian grabbed her shoulder with another hand.

"If you do this again, I'm going to call the police!"

Her terrified expression made him hesitate for a moment, but Damian knew that as soon as he let go, she would definitely disappear in place.

Who knows if he can find her again in the future!

"Can you listen to me first?" He slowed down his speech and lowered his volume, almost earnestly.

But Harry didn't listen, the guy in front of her, who was two heads taller than her, looked too much like a villain...

Behavior is also badass!What decent person would follow her!Catch her and don't let her go!

If Damian knew what Harriet was thinking, he would die unjustly.Because he can subdue the girl with one move, (no, half a move is enough, she is too weak, one move will definitely hurt her.) But because of her mood, he dare not act, so he can only carry her Struggling, while talking over and over again, comforting words that she couldn't hear at all.

Fortunately, her strength was so weak that she hardly felt the kicks on Damian's body.Seriously, the average ten-year-old kid on the streets of Gotham could beat her.

Moreover, her arms and waist were too thin, and Damian didn't dare to trap her with force, always feeling that she would shatter if he tried too hard.

At this moment a chair smashed over.

"I can't stand you anymore," Damian shook his head, "I'm sorry, it seems that you can only talk to me properly if you disarm you."

He broke her fingers with such force that her wand fell off.

Seeing the moment of great panic in her eyes, Damian regretted it.

Before he had time to say anything, the glass counter beside him exploded in an instant, and the fragments flew everywhere. He hurried to protect her.

"You did this? Calm down! I won't hurt you!" Damian whispered in her ear.

While trembling, Harry felt the strong man wrapping her side face with his big hands, blocking the shards of glass for her.

The worst was yet to come, Damian suddenly heard a high-frequency creaking sound from the large chandelier above his head...

In the next second, several light tubes exploded, and then the entire crystal chandelier fell straight towards the two of them.

It was too late to run, Damian put the girl under his body, covered her head with his hands, and covered her tightly.

Finally, with a loud bang, the crystal lamp got stuck between the counter and the serving window in the back kitchen and did not fall.

Harley breathed heavily in the man's arms, and soon, the sound of cracking glass resounding in the store stopped, and everything became quiet.

After the man moved away, Harry saw the chandelier so close that he almost killed him.

He originally... intended to protect her with his own body?

Maybe, he really isn't a bad guy?

She really shouldn't judge people by their appearance, preconceived...

She looked at the man who was helping her remove the glass shards from her forehead—no, after careful observation, he didn't look scary at all...

She saw dozens of wounds on his hands and face from shards of glass, but she was unharmed.

The man led her to climb out from behind the counter, and the chandelier dropped a few inches the moment his front feet left...

He was still looking down at the glass in her hair.

"Is this coffee shop your own?"

Harry was so ashamed that he didn't know how to speak, so he just nodded.

"That's good, you won't be unable to deal with the boss." Damian threw down the last piece of glass, "I'm very sorry, your shop is ruined."

"It's okay..." Harry swallowed, "It's me who should apologize."

"...I've been hunted down for a long time, I'm used to defeating the enemy first before speaking. Also...the consequences of losing control of my magic are very serious."

She looked up at the man sincerely, "To express my apology and gratitude, can I take care of your wound?"

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Harry turned the little sign over the store's door so that "closed" was facing outwards.

Then, greet Damian to his own small bedroom at the back of the coffee shop.

Since the other party obviously knew the secret of her magic, she didn't need to hide it anymore.

Damian looked at this small bedroom of more than ten square meters. It turns out that her work and residence are together, no wonder her living radius is so small...

In this bedroom, Damian thought he looked like a giant.

Sitting on the small chair in front of the table, Damian watched up and down.

The decoration in the bedroom is very simple, even the bed is single, as if... she will leave at any time.She doesn't have many souvenirs, and she doesn't have many pink girls' decorations, and the plush toys on the bedside pillow seem to have passed many years.

This was Harriet's boudoir, and he should not continue his detective practice.

The second before he decided to close his eyes, he saw a few photos on the cabinet decorated in photo frames out of the corner of his eye - they all moved, one might be her parents, embracing and dancing; one was her And a few boys and girls, all wearing uniform black, red and yellow robes, maybe some kind of uniform?The last, most unexpected, single photo, a 17 or 8-year-old boy...

He was just looking for the life trajectory of his granddaughter for Ah Fu, um, it must be like this.

Harry was rummaging in a cupboard when she turned to Damian with a small bottle.

The potions were magical, applied to his wounds, he could see them healing...

Finally, Harry leaned back against the table and began to work on his coat, which had been torn by shards of glass.Holding up the wand, one crack after another was repaired.

Here, Damian briefly introduced himself and Ah Fu.

When Harry heard that besides the Dursleys, there were other blood relatives alive... his movements were messed up for a moment.

Perhaps, under different circumstances, she will have a different life?

She smiled wryly to herself, Voldemort still messed up, how different could it be?Can she prevent the deaths of loved ones and friends?

Harry handed back the repaired suit jacket to Damian, watching his strong shoulders prop up the suit.

"Thank you," Damian said.

"You're welcome, it should be."

"Uh, those explosions outside just now..."

Harry tightened the bottle. "You shouldn't have taken my wand, Mr. Wayne," she paused. "That would make me lose control..."

"Are wizards so destructive?"

Harry looked at him, this magical Muggle with defensive magic weapons, and also his grandfather's lifelong employer.

She hid it for too long...

Shaking her head, Harry said with a broken candid frankness: "...Only I am like this, probably, unless a certain wizard was also possessed by a certain Dark Lord's soul fragment for 17 years."

Young Mr. Wayne looked confused and surprised.

"Imagine you have been tied to a sandbag and walked around since you were 1 year old," Harry said, sitting on the table and bowing his head, "Suddenly one day, when you were almost 18 years old, the sandbag was removed... There is no limit, your Strength and speed naturally took off..."

"Is that why you live in seclusion here?"

"...You did a lot of research? Did you know that I was living in seclusion?"

Damian shook his head, "No, you hide very deeply, and I can't dig out your information at all. It's just that if I can find you by ordinary people's methods, it means that you are not living with those wizards."

"In most cases, I can control these powers," Harry said, "but the British wizarding public opinion, they don't think so. They are afraid of me... the accusations that I will become the next Dark Lord, for a long time Yes, it did bother me. I was unhappy and tired, so I left."

Harriet spoke vaguely, but Damian thought he understood...

He was about to say something.The girl suddenly raised her head, looking flustered.

"Speaking of the wizarding world...they're here."

She ran out, waving her wand.

Damian also followed, and saw a small wizard—who was dressed strangely, wearing bright green robes, walking into the coffee shop.

"Hi, I'm Jones from the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division at the Ministry of Magic, and I..."

When he saw Harriet, he almost jumped up and dropped the briefcase in his hand.

"You, you are... Harriet Potter! Merlin's sock! I actually found the savior himself!"

Damian saw that Harriet was troubled, she smiled shyly and said nothing.

The wizard who called himself Jones shook his hands excitedly, walked back and forth in the store, and kept chanting, "The savior that even Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger couldn't find, was found by me." found" etc.

Damian cleared his throat, and the other party gave a jolt.

"Oh, oh...sorry for wasting your time, Miss Potter," the wizard took off his wizard hat, "I'm just patrolling nearby, and I received a report of abnormal fluctuations in the magic power at this location, so let's take a look..." He Frowning, looking at the tragic situation in the shop, he shrank his neck.

Harry knew that the other party must have remembered those exaggerated reports about her magical abilities...

"I have to do a routine check, Bo, Miss Potter, to see if you have misused, misused Muggle items..."

Harry sighed, of course she abused Muggle items, the entire coffee shop could be run by herself because of her magic-using, automatic cooking and dish-washing back kitchen...

Being fined by the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department was the second most important problem... she had to leave her cozy nest for four years and go into seclusion again.

Damian observed the back and forth of the two wizards, and probably guessed the plot, and Harriet's troubles... He thought for a while, walked straight behind the wizard, and knocked him unconscious with his palm!

Harry almost screamed, "What are you doing!"

"Help you solve the problem," Damian said, holding the collar of the fainted wizard, "you have magic to make people forget, give him one, modify the memory, let him forget all the alarms, you can We continue to shop here.”

Harry clutched his chest, not even the Weasley brothers had attacked Ministry of Magic officials... wait a minute, they had, Umbridge.

"Then you can't..." she said hesitantly.

"Why not?" Damian shrugged, "If they come to trouble you tomorrow, I will turn myself in. This is what I instigated you to do."

"Of course not!" Harley emphasized that Mr. Wayne was in danger for her.

Having done this, the wizard's memory could not be changed without revision, and Harley cast a powerful Oblivion Charm on him, and Damian dragged him and transported him a few blocks away through the back door.

Harry waited anxiously.

When Mr. Wayne came back, his first words were——

"Anyway, I'll make an appointment tomorrow."

After all, he was about to disappear through the back door again.

Harry chased after him, "You haven't said yet, what are you looking for me for, Mr. Wayne. Besides helping Grandpa Fu recognize his relatives..."

Damian winked at her, "Tomorrow."

The author has something to say:

*Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention it before...Mr. Mi is not C in this episode, the 27-year-old Master Wayne, the possibility of C is really too small_(:з」∠)_Let me quickly write this The explanation is also added after the first extra speech...in case little angels mind.

*Because it must be finished on Thursday morning, so I will finish this extra episode tomorrow anyway, there are still about [-] words left (there is also a small theater of Huafen play... I will go crazy if I think about it...)