I'm really a witch

The weather is getting colder, but fortunately, winter in England is not too cold.But Circe still cooperates to reduce the number and time of going out, so that her family can feel at ease.

The tenants of Netherfield had not yet returned, but Mr. Darcy had sent a letter.To be more precise, it should be a letter from Georgiana.The messenger didn't explain it clearly, so that people just heard "Darcy" and then nothing happened. When Circe opened the letter, the family members looked at it several times.

The beginning is indeed in Mr. Darcy's handwriting, briefly explaining the reason why they have not been able to come back.The rest is all in Georgiana's handwriting.The little girl spoke briskly, and said that Mr. Bingley and his sisters were staying with her for Christmas.Here she repeated what she had often said, and told Circe to come and visit at Pemberley.The little girl even set a time for her, telling her to come here in the next spring.

Georgiana almost used up all her pen and ink to describe Pemberley in her letter, hoping to completely seduce Circe so that she could go to meet her as soon as possible.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that Miss Darcy is such a lively lady." Charlotte took the letter paper from Circe's hand, looked at it roughly, and her face was full of surprise.

"But if you see Georgiana, you will definitely say that they are siblings." Circe waved his hand.These two are indeed alike, both have beautiful souls.But Mr. Darcy's was better.Circe secretly made a comparison.

"When Georgiana is not smiling, she and Mr. Darcy are brothers and sisters." Sercy added, sketching the faces of the two in her mind.

"That must be a pretty lady," Mrs. Lucas continued.Watching Circe think for a moment and nodding seriously, she couldn't help laughing.

Charlotte shook her head, not commenting on her mother's teasing of her sister.

"Christmas is coming soon." She said with emotion, "Time flies so fast."

At night, Circe was still thinking about Christmas.Maybe she should, no, she did have a little present for Georgiana.Still have to write a letter.

Oh, and Mr. Darcy.Brand can't forget either.Circe mentally counted her friends on her fingers.In this era, she has more friends.After stroking Cassandra's fur, Circe was in a good mood.

Gifts from father, mother, Charlotte, Jane, and Elizabeth can be given in person. As for the three people in London... Circe pinched her chin, and she suddenly had a bold idea.

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With hope, the arrival of Christmas Eve is like clockwork being turned fast.After delivering the gifts at home one by one, Circe hurried into the room.

"Charlotte! I'm sleepy, let's go to rest first!" Circe yawned, opened the door and got in.

"Got it." Charlotte said good night to her softly, and Circe disappeared completely.

As soon as she entered the room, Circe could no longer hide the excitement on her face.Worried that the family would find something wrong when they came in, she took out a small wooden figure and tapped its forehead.

The sculpture of this villain is really ugly, and it looks like a work made by a person who is not good at woodworking.In fact, it was carved by Circe himself.Something that is a magical medium cannot be transformed from other things, so she can only do it herself.

As Circe casually tapped on the villain's forehead, the wooden figure grew in the wind until it reached the same height as Circe, and even looked the same as the girl in front of him. The two stood facing each other, It's like looking in a mirror.

The essence of wood carving is still wood, so you can't make a too agile look, and your body is much stiffer.But Circe didn't care about these minor flaws.This was done just in case, and it was enough to deal with it simply.

Seeing the wooden figurine lying on the bed obediently, Circe turned the pages of the book and disappeared from the window in an instant.Cassandra watched her master disappear, glanced at it from a distance, and closed the window unhurriedly.

After all, it was the end of December, and the night wind was still quite biting.Fortunately, Circe had been prepared and released the magic of keeping warm in advance. Even if the hem of the skirt was blown up, she only felt a breeze blowing on her face.

Circe went first to the Williams house.He didn't go home for Christmas either, and stayed in London.Circe materialized in mid-air, then plunged into the study.

Shocked by the oncoming cold wind, Williams raised his head in surprise: "Circe? Why are you here?"

"Gift!" Circe was in a hurry to deliver the gift to the siblings before midnight, and she didn't have time to explain anything. The gift box was thrown into the other party's arms, and she rushed out as it was.

"Hey! You..." Williams took a breath of cold air as soon as he opened his mouth, coughed twice, and smiled helplessly.After rubbing the gift box, the young master Earl didn't even bother to care about the paper that was blown up by the wind, and pulled off the ribbon happily.

Pemberley, Pemberley, Pemberley.Circe muttered in a low voice, and then a thin line slowly emerged in the night.

She put a magic mark on the letter she sent back before, and wherever the letter passed, it would leave traces.It was a stupid way, but Circe couldn't think of a better way.The blessing magic she left on Mr. Darcy had almost dissipated, and she kept forgetting to make up a new one. In the end, she couldn't sense his position even if she wanted to.Well, who told her not to know Pemberley?

Shaking his head, Circe lowered his body slightly and picked up the speed.The route of a letter is always confusing, and it is normal to go around a few times in one place, she must hurry up.

By the time Circe stopped above Pemberley Hall, there was only half an hour left before the end of Christmas Eve.With a sigh of relief, Circe comforted herself that this time should be enough.

As long as the gift recipient is not in the room.

Circe twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that the siblings were deliberately making it difficult for him to give gifts.Why are you all getting ready to go to bed when everyone gathers to unwrap presents on Christmas Eve?

After thinking about the possibility of walking in stealthily and putting down the gift box by the pillow without being grabbed by Mr. Darcy, Circe closed his eyes in pain.

Give it to Georgiana first.It's always easier on the little girl's side.

Invisibility passed through the wall, and Circe put away the book.She stood by the window and hesitated for a moment, then briefly removed the illusion from the iris.

The little guy was already entertaining himself and shaking happily under the moonlight, but now he encountered a familiar smell, shaking even more cheerfully, seeing that posture, he wished he could pull out the rhizome and climb out of the flowerpot directly.Circe pinched her brows with a headache.

As a matter of course, Georgiana saw at a glance that her iris had jumped out of the tango effect by itself.The little girl sat on the bed and rubbed her eyes, suspecting that she was hallucinating.

While she was rubbing her eyes, Circe quickly restarted the illusion.She was confident that, with Georgiana's curiosity, she must come and have a look.

Sure enough, even after the hand was put down, the iris plant returned to its honest appearance, as if the shaking before was an illusion, Georgiana still climbed out of the bed and walked over.

Circe quickly slipped to the bed, and with a little hand in mid-air, the beautifully wrapped gift box quietly appeared next to the pillow.Before the little girl could turn around, Circe got behind her.At the same time, a sleeping magic had entered her body.

Gently catching the little girl who had fallen asleep, Circe carefully carried her to the bed.

"Merry Christmas. Good night." Tucking the quilt, Circe took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and went to face Mr. Darcy.

After all, it was Christmas Eve, and Darcy was willing to be busy with work on such a night.After finding a book, he sat on the armchair in the room and turned on the light.

Circe is a very self-aware witch, and she knows that the same method will never succeed in Mr. Darcy.

"Who?" Darcy looked up vigilantly.

Circe froze in place, wanting to cry.God knows, she's fully armed.Silence magic plus invisibility magic, and she's only just entered the room!How on earth did he find out?

Knowing that she couldn't be seen, Circe couldn't help holding her breath as Darcy's eyes swept over where she was.

Glancing around, Darcy frowned, thinking that he was careless, and then turned his attention back to the book.

Rubbing his chest, Circe let out a slow sigh of relief.She immediately fell into the initial predicament.How on earth could she lure this man away?As a witch who simply wanted to give a Christmas present, Circe felt that she might have chosen the wrong difficulty.

I cheered myself up.Circe tried to get Mr. Darcy's attention drawn to all sorts of little things, to give himself time to commit, ahem, presents.

Then Mr. Darcy's room suddenly became lively.The window was suddenly blown open inexplicably, and the rolled curtains looked like a full sail.The quill on the table suddenly rolled to the ground.The pen holder that had been standing suddenly fell down.There was a suspected knock on the door, but no one opened it.

Circe is almost going to turn poor Mr. Darcy's room into a haunted house, no, maybe this is already a haunted house scene.However, this gentleman was able to accurately perceive Circe moving towards the bedside while checking the situation, and moved his gaze over in time.Even if he looked at it again and again, it was nothing but air.

Circe was so frightened by him that he didn't dare to move casually, and he couldn't even give the gift. It's indescribable how frightened she was.

After the curtain was blown open, Darcy simply tied it up and fixed it beside him.At this time, moonlight came in through the window, almost giving people the illusion that this was an ordinary, quiet night.

Seeing that there were only 5 minutes left before zero, Circe gritted his teeth, whispered a series of spells, and opened his hands towards the window.

At the same time, the night sky was suddenly illuminated.

The moonlight, which was still bright just now, suddenly dimmed. Accompanied by a slight crackling sound, the night was covered with fireworks scrambling to explode.

The brilliant light imprinted on Darcy's face by the window, flickering on and off.Such a grand fireworks, even he is rare.

"Merry Christmas." Circe smiled slyly and left.

Darcy seemed to have sensed it, and when he turned his head, he saw the box with the beautiful ribbon, which was quietly placed next to his pillow.