I'm really a witch

What a bargain this trip to London was, Sercy thought.She made her first wizarding friend in the 18th century, and they made an appointment to meet next time.Although this friend is sometimes stupid, he is really nice.

So when Circe came home, anyone could see that she was in a good mood, and she squinted her eyes at everyone.She and Brand met on Saturday after a three-day date.So that he could honor the promise he had made to show Circe around London.

After dinner, Circe sat with Charlotte in the living room talking with Cassandra in her arms.

"A visitor came to the Bennet family." Charlotte began with this sentence, "Just this morning."

"Guest? What kind of guest?" Circe tilted her head.

"Mr. Bennet's cousin, Mr. Collins." Charlotte completed the guest's identity, "that is, the person who will inherit Mr. Bennet's property."

"Ah..." Circe responded meaninglessly, and asked, "Is he going to Liz's house this time to inherit property?"

"How is it possible." Charlotte nodded her sister's forehead amusedly, "It's so fast."

"I think he's here to check on the situation of Bennet's house this time. After all, those are his future property." Charlotte curled her lips mockingly.

"Liz told you?"

"I'm just guessing." Charlotte shook her head, "Anyway, this Mr. Collins must have come here with a purpose."

"Well," she sighed, "Mrs. Bennet didn't give birth to a boy, otherwise she wouldn't have encountered such an embarrassing thing."

Circe nodded knowingly.She is actually not very clear about property inheritance in this era, it is too messy.At most, she knew that her family didn't have to worry about this problem, but Elizabeth and the others didn't have such good luck.

Charlotte also seemed to think that this was not a good topic, so she paused for a while before leading it elsewhere.

Circe paid attention.She was friends with Elizabeth, and when the other party encountered such a thing that would have a huge impact on the whole family, Circe always felt that she should understand more or less, and then help if she could.Charlotte in particular seemed genuinely worried about Elizabeth.

But of course she couldn't rush to the door, that would be too abrupt and strange.But she is a witch, and witches naturally have witches' ways.

The next day, Circe wore an invisibility cloak and waited early at the door of Bennet's house.She was prepared for a long-term follow-up, just in case the invisibility spell failed halfway, so she rushed to make this cloak overnight.

Mr. Collins has just arrived, and it is reasonable for Mr. or Mrs. Bennet to ask his daughters to show him around.It did not occur to Circe, however, that they were heading straight for Meryton as soon as they left the house.

Sitting on the open pages of the book, Circe slowly floated in the air, only half a person away from the top of the carriage.She didn't need to pay attention to the conversation in the carriage to hear the general idea.However, she couldn't bear it after listening to it for a few ears, so she even controlled the book to float up a little bit.

This Mr. Collins's speech is really boring. Five of the ten sentences are flattery, three are about a Mrs. de Bourgh, two are boasting, and the remaining one is either a truth or an irrelevant answer.It was hard for the Bennet sisters to try to talk to such a man.

When the party and the one who flew in the sky arrived in Meryton, Circe thought she probably knew why their destination was Meryton.It's probably the idea of ​​those two little sisters, look at the red uniforms all over the street!

At this time, Circe couldn't help but think of his own career of choosing a mate.Every time she saw these red uniforms, Circe felt a deep pity.What a perfect choice for her, if it wasn't for the consideration of the family.She sighed heartbroken.

Bennet and his party got out of the carriage, Circe thought about it but didn't jump out of the book.Although the streets were not crowded with people, there were quite a few. She was far less comfortable being caught in the air as an invisible person.It would be embarrassing if someone accidentally bumped into someone below and caused a commotion.

She was in a daze. She read a book all day yesterday, and she was rushing to work at night, and she was sleepy during the day. It was thanks to the large number of them that she could barely float above this group of people.

Faintly, there was a commotion below.Circe yawned and looked down curiously.I happened to see a few girls in red uniforms waving at the girls.It's no wonder that the girls in the Bennet family are all beautiful, and they stand out from the crowd.

However, the ordinary red uniforms are not enough to make Catherine and Lydia so excited. Their expressions now look like young girls.Circe followed their gazes.

This glance made her frown.To tell you the truth, the leader does have a beautiful skin, but no matter how beautiful it is, it can't hide the filth of his soul.

This is not a literary statement, but a fact in Circe's eyes.The soul of this smiling guy in front of him is dirty gray-black.

For an ordinary person, the soul can be milky white, white, light gray, gray, but at least it is clear and translucent, some impurities are not in the way, no one is perfect.But this man, his soul is full of dirty sediment, as gray as the smoke from a chemical factory.It could only mean one thing—he was a villain, a villain, and nothing to do with a good guy anyway.

Even Miss Bingley, who was chastened a little by Circe, had a normal-colored soul.A woman who is temporarily blinded by jealousy is neither too bad nor too bad.Mr. Darcy has a very good quality soul, and Circe will play tricks on him purely because of his arrogance.

But this person, she just wanted to cast a curse on him.A dozen jinxes.Circe would not have endured it had it not been for the unnecessary commotion and panic caused by extinguishing his soul on the spot.

The soul itself had no smell, but Circe even felt that his soul stinks.

Seeing that this person is going to talk to Elizabeth with a shy face now, Circe is about to explode!She was gearing up in mid-air, planning to cast a few spells to torment him, so that he wouldn't be in the mood to show off here.

Her lips moved twice, her fingers flicked, and Circe slammed the spell with a small face.

Wickham was holding his invincible face and was eloquent. With his experience, he could see the looseness of this beauty's attitude at a glance, and he was naturally very pleased with himself.He has always been keen on hooking up beautiful girls, enjoying their adoring and loving eyes, and kicking them away when he gets tired.

Unexpectedly, he didn't know what happened under his feet, he slipped for no reason, and the next second he fell heavily to the ground without warning.His handsome face was in close contact with the ground, causing his nose to bleed and his eyes to stare.

At this time, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy had just approached on horseback and greeted the girls.