Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

"You know potions also require a wand, right?"

"It's not for you."

Ciel smiled and sat down in front of Madison at the other end of the table.

Indeed, the brewing of potions also requires a wand. Maybe some simple potions do not need it. The wand only plays a stirring role, but the more advanced the potion, the deeper it is combined with magic.

For example, the blessing elixir even requires the cooperation of spells during the brewing process.

"I was a teacher in a witch college for a while. The witch herbology there is suitable for you. If you are interested, I can let you read my memory."

Ciel said tentatively.

Reading quietly, Madison, who actually didn't read a word, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and closed the book in her hand with a snap.

Then slap it on the table.

"Oh!"

Charles withdrew his hand, because his four poor fingers seemed to be regarded as tables by Madison.

"It would be best to see how you hook up with the little witches in the academy, right? I guess you must be very popular."

"But there is no way."

"Is this your fault? Of course not, honey, I understand you."

Madison said angrily.

"And I need a statement."

"This book doesn't need to be suitable for me, as long as the content described in it is suitable for you."

After saying that, she stood up and wanted to leave.

After all, what happened in the bathroom that morning cannot be regarded as real evidence and proof. Madison is still angry, and she has reason to be angry.

Whether it was Ciel's concealment or perfunctory.

Of course, Charles couldn't let Madison continue the cold war like this, so he quickly grabbed Madison's hand.

"We need to talk."

He said.

Madison didn't break away and sat down again.

"What are you talking about?"

She said in a bad tone.

Ciel noticed that her voice seemed a little misty, as if it was through water mist.

Obviously, she felt aggrieved. Her fault for this matter was not hers, but Charles spoke to her in such a serious manner.

Like it was her fault.

"I have something to tell you."

Madison's face became even more ugly.

Because she felt that this beginning seemed familiar.

The next moment, she took a deep breath, and her face regained its unique pride. Even though she was not as tall as Ciel, she still seemed to be looking at him condescendingly.

"Go ahead."

she sneered.

"I'm in love with you."

"what?"

Madison could have sworn that his face became stiff for a moment, as if he had been frozen by the cold wind in Siberia.

"I have to admit, our first meeting was not a pleasant one."

"I kept you by my side not out of love, but more like mutual benefit, but... not long ago, I found that I fell in love with you."

"true love."

"So I wanted to ask you."

"Will you be my girlfriend."

Madison stayed for a long time, and then suddenly angrily pushed the book on the table into Charles's arms.

"I think you are really crazy, talking about these things in the middle of the night."

She stood up and left angrily.

This time, Charles didn't stop her, because he had already seen the unconscious curve of Madison's mouth. Obviously her mood was not as bad as she showed, wasn't it.

Madison left the lab.

Charles let out a breath and took out the notebook from his arms.

Cutie Ella contacted him again, but she couldn't wait too long. After all, Ella had to help with reference on how to extinguish Madison's angry flames.

Compared to Hermione, who was looking for everything and had a routine, Ella liked this kind of text chat more. After finishing housework every day, she would talk to Ciel for a few words.

There is already a trend of vaguely treating this thing as a text message.

"Look, I just said it couldn't be wrong."

Charles touched the words on the notebook, feeling the ups and downs of confrontation, and extracted what Ella really wanted to say from her long sentence.

Synaesthetes cannot communicate with each other about memories and thoughts, so after discovering that Ella seemed to be a little familiar with herself, and that she might have some ideas, Charles also revealed some things to her one after another, such as Madison, And now the trip to the United States.

But after all, synaesthesia means seeing what I see and feeling what I feel. If the two of them are chatting happily and Hermione suddenly changes perspective, the words will reveal everything.

So sometimes, they will use the dents on the paper to skip the text content to communicate the real information.

Ella is very smart, and she mastered this skill very quickly. It is not difficult for princesses to write a sentence in a colorful, gorgeous, long-winded and beautiful way. It is almost their natural passivity.

After chatting with Ella again for a few words, Ciel put away his notebook.

Hermione has now become familiar with the sisters. She goes home every day, goes to the secret tree house, and hangs out with her girlfriends, which feels a bit unprofessional.

Elsa and Jasmine are the busiest. After all, they are queens, not princesses, and they rarely see each other.

Bai Xue, Ai Luo, these guys who have no choice but to hide in tree houses when their worlds are in danger, don't know how to do business every day, they only know how to eat, drink and have fun. They have long forgotten about danger, the evil alliance and so on.

It was the Hermione they led astray.

Only Ella did not focus all her energy on eating, drinking and having fun. Instead, she liked chatting with Ciel, whether it was to gain knowledge from here or just to communicate, so the relationship between the two of them became strangely familiar quickly.

In fact, compared to the exquisite family girl Ella, Ciel actually prefers the exotic Jasmine.

Because her belly dancing is really good.

Therefore, even if there are only a few archives, Ciel has a particularly deep memory and is difficult to forget.

pity.

Ciel put away his notebook and walked out of the laboratory.

The low pressure in the room had disappeared. It seemed that Madison's mood was much better. Charles smiled and walked into the bedroom.

………………

"Ding!"

early morning.

Charles once again felt that the magic he had left on the hotel door was triggered. With sleepy eyes, he hugged Madison and started to disapparate again.

In a daze, he felt that this scene seemed familiar.

But this time, before he could get up, Madison next to him stretched out his arm and strangled his neck severely.

"What did I say yesterday?"

She was also asleep and hadn't opened her eyes yet.

Charles finally got rid of her chokehold, put on his clothes, and opened the hotel door.

Outside the door, it was still Amy, but this time there was David beside her.

Well, this scene is more familiar.

Ciel exhaled impatiently.

"Give me a reason."

"What makes you knock on the door so early in the morning?"

It was David who knocked on the door. Because of his familiar personality, he didn't feel that magicians were any different from ordinary people. They were just people who knew more magic than ordinary people.

"Lesas called."

"He gave up looking for the devil."

David said hurriedly.

Charlotte paused for a moment, then squinted his eyes and yawned.

"Why, he doesn't want to avenge his daughter? Does he have a clue?"

"Uh, no."

David shook his head.

"Lesas said...that he was in love."

"He said it himself."