I'm really a witch

"...Satisfied." Williams kept raising his hands to cover his face, and squeezed out two words through his teeth.

Circe's current face is simply reproduced directly from those legendary descriptions, and the degree of restoration is enough to prevent children from crying at night.Especially when she grinned, the sparse teeth were looming between the chapped and wrinkled lips, as if a monster opened its huge mouth in the dark and exposed its fangs.The laughter was so sharp and terrifying that it almost made people suspect that she was going to take out a bottle of potion surrounded by miasma in the next second.

Even Circe himself couldn't bear the laughter, as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help frowning.And as soon as the frown was made, her old face full of grooves became more ferocious.The thick black eyebrows are upside down, and the distorted shape seems to be two earthworms crawling on the forehead.His eye sockets were sunken, and he felt in a trance that there was a faint green light in those two eyes.

He raised his hand to brush his greasy hair, but his face was almost scratched by his too long nails.The chin was bent forward, almost touching the tip of the nose.The witch Circe stretched her fingers a little out of habit.

Most of the eyes of the drooping eyes were covered by the huge nose, and it became difficult for Circe to see her own hands now.She had to raise her hands to her eyes and squint again.This weird expression looks like a witch is planning some evil idea.

Then the old witch Circe touched the black and hairy tumor on the front of her nose, and smiled sinisterly: "Eternal life, wealth, beauty, rights... tell me what you want in your heart, you only need to pay a little The price." She deliberately lowered her voice and prolonged her tone, making this sentence full of abduction.And the last half of the sentence was so light that it was almost inaudible.Cersey was pleased with her performance.

However, Williams did not cooperate: "This is what the devil would say." He found that the effect of looking through his fingers was even more terrifying, so he simply withdrew his hand in frustration.

The witch Circe froze for a moment, her eyes widened angrily, and she accused him of crimes: "You can't see a witch and have no reaction at all!"

If this action was performed on the little girl Circe, Williams would probably be able to redden her ears a little, and say it was cute while clutching her chest.It can be made by the witch Circe, and the effect is comparable to the scene of a horror movie.He even had the illusion that his stomach was making some kind of unfriendly protest.

"Is my reaction not cooperative enough?" He smiled weakly.

Seeing Williams' face turning blue, Circe pursed his lips guiltyly, kindly dispelled the magic, and while he was adjusting his mentality, he waved his hand and flew out of the window lightly.

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The city of London at night has a coolness that cannot be ignored, and Circe is shaken by the wind as soon as she goes out.She quickly added a warming spell to herself.

The pages rustled in the wind, but she was flying high enough not to add a new nocturnal legend to London.

She first hurried home to get the necessary materials and suitable soil before slowing down to her real destination.The darker the night, the more suitable for her to act.

After going back and forth, Circe somewhat had an impression of the route to Darcy's residence, not to mention that she had secretly set up a tracking magic.In the night, a thin golden line that only Circe can see guides the route erratically, and the far end is hidden in the darkness.

Flying slowly all the way, Circe was distracted by other things.Even though they brought Cassandra to London together, they didn't have a chance to take her out at all, as expected, the rural environment is more comfortable.It's almost time to go back.

When approaching, Circe confirmed the magic of silence and invisibility, and then quietly lowered the height.According to the memory of visiting the house during the day, Circe easily leaned against the window of Georgiana's bedroom.

The little girl seemed to be asleep on the bed.The silvery moonlight was shining at the end of the bed, and her face was somewhat indistinct in the darkness, only the gently rising and falling chest made people know that she was falling asleep.There was no light in the room, and it seemed that the servants had already served and left.

Relying on the magic of invisibility, Circe brazenly sat sideways on the window sill, and took advantage of the opportunity to put away the book.She passed through the wall and stepped on the floor soundlessly.

There was no rush to set up the magic circle. Worried about Georgiana's dizziness during the day, Circe went to the little girl's bed to check the situation.

Georgiana's sleeping appearance is very cute, her eyebrows are stretched, but her lips are a little light.Stretching out her hand to tuck the quilt, Circe tried the temperature of her forehead again, and then she felt relieved.When she turned around, she seemed to think of something suddenly, took out a bottle of calming potion from her satchel, took a drop and put it on the pillow.

Circe smiled in satisfaction, and turned to Iris, who had been active ever since she noticed her presence.Gently stroking the petals of the little guy, in exchange for the gentle curling of the leaves.

If you want to do it, you must do your best.She even changed the flowerpot, choosing materials that were more suitable for the operation of the magic circle.Just tap the eaves of the new flowerpot, and in the blink of an eye, it will take on a new look, even the tiny scratches are exactly the same as the original one.

A magic circle had been carved into the bottom of the pot, and Circe had injected her own magic into it.The circles of magic circles lit up, and then disappeared invisible in the white light.The flowerpot became normal again, and no one would have guessed that there was a witch's magic hidden in it.

Pouring fresh soil, Circe held out her hand to Iris.The little guy pulled out the root system obediently, wrapped around Circe's fingers, and rubbed her fingertips affectionately.Taking this opportunity, she sorted out the magic power in its root system, and made up for the part it was lacking innately.

The blue-purple petals of the iris became more and more colorful under the moonlight. It twisted and swayed happily between the witch's white fingers, like a child acting like a baby to its mother.

Of course, this is from Circe's perspective. If an ordinary person looks at it, they will probably only find it strange.

Circe, who was spoiled, was in a good mood. She was happy to let the little guy stay in her hands for a while, and put away the old flower pot in a leisurely manner.

With the calming potion, she was not worried that Georgiana would wake up suddenly.

Some things probably can't be thought of.As soon as this thought came to Circe's mind, she heard the soft sound of the door rubbing against the ground.

She was startled, and the iris quickly got into the new flower pot cooperatively, and she squatted down against the window sill, holding her breath, trying to hide herself in the shadows.

She squatted down and realized that her invisibility magic was still working, and there was no need to do so much.Keren's instinctive reaction was to make Circe lose the best chance to leave.

After confirming that she was absolutely impossible to be discovered, she decided it would be safer to wait for others to leave before leaving.

It was Darcy who entered.After dealing with the backlog of affairs in the study, he wanted to check on his sister's situation.

The moment he opened the door, he seemed to see a black shadow on the window sill, but when he looked over, he could only see the iris quietly blooming in the flowerpot.Illusion?Why does it feel better to drive.

Knowing that he is not good at gardening, Darcy shook his head and didn't think much about it.He walked lightly to his sister's bed and bowed slightly.Seeing Georgiana's peaceful sleeping face, he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to get up when he frowned suspiciously.

It seems to have a peculiar aroma.Is Georgiana getting new incense?After tidying up the corner of the quilt, Darcy turned and left.

Circe's eyes were wide open, and she didn't dare to move. She watched him pass by, and the hem of his clothes even touched her knees.

Then Darcy stopped.Circe felt like she was about to suffocate from the tension.Invisibility is the same as illusion, what you see is an illusion, but what you touch is real.Now she is equivalent to being trapped in the corner between the window sill and the wall, unable to move, and can only block luck.

In fact, if it was before, she would never have believed that someone could almost discover her identity three times in a day.

Does this person exist exclusively for the purpose of revealing his identity?Circe burst into tears from the bottom of his heart.

On the surface, she didn't dare to make any small movements, and she kept her breathing to the minimum, for fear that the fluctuation of the air flow would attract the man's attention.

Darcy really felt that something was slightly wrong, especially when he thought of the black shadow that flashed past the window when he first entered the door, he began to suspect that it was not an illusion.

Circe hugged her legs and tried to shrink herself smaller.She seriously considered whether it was possible to pass through the wall at this time, fall from this height and leave without making any big noises.

Three seconds later, she indifferently threw the thought out of her mind.Her skill is not so good yet, even if she really has quick eyesight and quick hands to recite the slow falling spell, such a short height is not of much use.Anyway, a dull landing sound is indispensable, and it would be a strange thing not to be discovered by Darcy.Speaking of which, she was also to blame for being lazy, but the magic of silence only enveloped Georgiana's room.

So Circe had to hide like this, with his back against the wall as hard as he could, his head against the window sill, and Darcy's legs in front of him.As long as he took another step forward, Circe would not be able to escape.

Darcy was now in doubt.When he passed by, he felt that something seemed to be hit by the hem of his clothes, but when he stopped to look, there was nothing.He thought that maybe he had touched the window sill, but he found it impossible to measure the distance with his eyes.

There is nothing under the window sill, and the irises are in full bloom on the window sill.

Darcy didn't do the stupid act of reaching out and waving his hand under the window sill, he secretly sighed that he was careless.In such a clear place, if there is anything, it is impossible to hide.

Taking one last look at Iris, Darcy finally left, leaving Circe in a cold sweat under the window sill.

Not daring to delay any longer, Circe stood up and left here quickly.

When she was completely away from the house, Circe finally breathed a sigh of relief.It is no exaggeration to say that the experience of the whole day is thrilling.She began to miss the little flowerbed and the basement again.

"You're back, later than I thought." Williams hadn't rested yet, sitting in the armchair.A lamp was burning on the low table at hand, and an open book lay on his lap.

Circe's rejoicing like the rest of his life was immediately replaced by guilt and guilt: "Sorry, there was a little accident, and there was a little delay."

Pulling the hem of the skirt, Circe smiled flatteringly: "It's late, go to rest. Me, I'm going upstairs first. Good night."

"Have you been to Mr. Darcy's?" said Circe suddenly, halfway up the stairs.

"What?" Circe was taken aback, and was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"...It's okay, you can go to rest." He raised his head and smiled, and said softly, "Good night."