I'm really a witch

Silence spread between the two, only the rabbit that was shining with colorful lights was still jumping up and down in the air.

Before the silence completely turned into embarrassment, Darcy said: "This pen..." He was rarely at a loss, and he didn't know what to answer in the middle of the sentence.

Circe took a few steps back as if awakened from a dream, stood still quickly, and waved the pen in a concealed manner.After all, the excitement of revealing the secret overwhelmed other insignificant emotions, Circe quickly adjusted her state, and showed that sly smile again.

Rubbing the body of the pen, Circe looked up at him and asked curiously, "Have you tried opening the body of the pen?"

"Tried." Many times.Darcy nodded.He tried to open the pen not long after receiving it, but unexpectedly failed.He also worried about it for a while, worried that the ink stored in this pen would be used up too soon.Although later he gradually realized that this is not something to worry about at all.

Listening to his depressed tone, Circe smiled triumphantly: "Then you must have failed, right?"

"Yes." Darcy nodded sincerely again, "So it can indeed be opened."

"Of course!" Circe said with a natural expression, "Why would I give you a pen that can't be opened?"

She thought for a while, and handed the pen back to Darcy: "I think you'll be more pleasantly surprised if you open it yourself. Don't worry, I'll tell you how to do it."

Darcy took it obediently, held the pen body, and listened carefully.

Circe laughed amusedly at his studious expression, and with a wave of his hand conjured two armchairs.She made a "please sit down" gesture, but she took the lead in sitting down on the nearby chair.She even grabbed a pillow from the void and put it behind her.

Seeing Darcy staring at her movements, Miss Witch tilted her head and passed one over: "Relax, don't be so serious, we are just unwrapping presents."

After receiving the pillow, I couldn't help but squeeze it, and then lifted it up to look at it. No matter how I looked at it, it was just an ordinary pillow.Except for some faint floral fragrance.Following the girl's appearance, Darcy also put the pillow behind her back, relaxed her back slightly, and leaned on it.

He seldom tried such a sitting position, after all, it was not so ceremonial.After a long time, he has become used to straightening his back no matter when and where, but now he is not used to being lazy for a while now.

The two chairs were close enough for Circe to explain the little secret of the pen to him.Their knees were almost touching, and Circe was still leaning forward, making the distance even closer.

Darcy was a little uncomfortable, but he really didn't want to take the initiative to stay away.He found an excuse for himself in his heart: he did this to hear the little girl's speech more clearly.

Circe didn't know what was going on in the other person's mind. In fact, she didn't think there was any problem with this distance, and she even eagerly wanted to get closer.

"Did you see the pattern on the pen?" Circe asked, drawing the shape of the pen with lines in the air.Soon, an enlarged golden pen frame appeared in mid-air, and the pattern on the pen was also well copied.

He may never lose his interest in the magic of his little girl, Darcy thought in wonder.She can always surprise him, even if in her opinion, these are simple, ordinary magic that is not worth mentioning.

Sure enough, Miss Witch looked at the pen model she had sketched casually, and didn't pay too much attention to it.Her gaze stayed on the real pen in Darcy's hand, and she seemed more excited than the gift recipients.

"Take off the cap of the pen." Circe hooked her fingers and took off the cap of the pen on the model.She grabbed it in the void, sucked the pen cap outlined by the light to her hand, poked it twice, and made it stand upright in the air.

She pointed to the top of the pen cap: "Here, there are raised lines," and then she also pointed to the end of the pen, "Here is concave."

"Match the lines, and then turn half a circle clockwise." Synchronized with the movement in Darcy's hand, the pen model in the air also turned half a circle.

Faintly, Darcy heard a slight crash, but the sound came quickly and lightly, which made him not sure.

"Then you put the pen cap back on." The little girl looked very excited, "Look, is there a scale-like pattern on the end of the pen cap?"

These little traps were made by Circeby after the traps she had heard of.But in fact, she doesn't know how these real organs should work, so these lines are actually small magic circles, which rely entirely on magic to achieve the effects that the organs should show.

"Now the body can turn." Circe enlarged the model in the sky a little more, so that Darcy could see it better.

"Along the middle line, that's the longest tick mark." Circe made the corresponding spot on the model light up more intensely, so that it could be easily identified.

"According to the scale, turn six steps clockwise, eighteen steps counterclockwise, eight steps clockwise, and four steps counterclockwise." Circe slowed down his speech, making sure that Darcy completed one step before reading out the next step .

After the final steps were completed, the pen suddenly flew out of his hand uncontrollably and flew into the air.Darcy was about to reach out subconsciously, but Circe stopped him and signaled him not to worry.

With a wave of his hand, the model in mid-air was scattered, and the two maintained the same posture, looking up at the pen.

The lines on the pen lit up one by one, and the pen stood upright in the air.Then the light converged along the lines to the position of the nib, and projected a complex pattern.

It is the crest of the Darcy family.The pattern of the family crest didn't last long, it flickered and spread out after about five seconds, spreading out like stars in the night.

The tiny light spots jumped and rearranged and combined, condensing the busts of the Darcy brothers and sisters.Looking at the style of the clothes, it was the time when they were at the racetrack.Georgiana wore a pretty dapper hat and had a big smile on her face.

"Georgiana" in mid-air blinked playfully, and the light spots collapsed again.This time, a single portrait of Darcy was depicted. He was cutting potion ingredients with a knife, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked a little serious.

Circe pointed at this scene and said with a smile: "Do you still remember? At that time you asked me what that smooth thing was. It was snake grass, and it was not the result of any special treatment." The little girl covered her mouth and smiled. The eyes are all squinted, "It looks like a snake, but it doesn't have real scales, eyes and mouth."

She snapped her fingers and turned into a model of the snake plant on the side. The plants outlined by the light were crawling in the air, no different from a living snake.Miss Witch turned a blind eye to this scene, and she was even a little dissatisfied: "Oh, I must show you the truth next time, so you won't see anything at all."

Scratching the model apart, Circe chased the dots of light into the patterns.Coincidentally, the image changed again.First there was a dancing iris, and then the person who seemed to be watching the scene took a few steps back, revealing Georgiana's face.

She gently touched the petals of the iris, and the touched iris suddenly froze in place, not daring to move.

"This little guy is quite smart, and Georgiana raised him very well." Circe shook his head amusedly as he thought of the iris swaying wildly against the moonlight.

Then the image changed several times, and finally recondensed into the pattern of Darcy's family crest, which gradually faded in the air.Although it only took a few minutes in total, it was the epitome of the acquaintance of the three of them.These scenes, viewed from such a strange angle, have a different feeling.Many scenes that were no longer so clear in memory resurfaced in my mind at this moment, together with the mood at that time.

The fountain pen that had restrained its radiance slowly floated down from the air, and Darcy easily grabbed it back into his hand.He stroked the pattern on the pen, and couldn't believe that there was such a magical magic hidden in this pen that he used every day.

Taking a long breath, Darcy realized that he had subconsciously held his breath without knowing when.

"This is really," he showed a surprised look, "unbelievable."

Circe couldn't resist compliments, especially when his tone was so serious.Almost as soon as Darcy finished speaking, the little girl's face was reddened, even the ears were red, and only a pair of eyes stared at people brightly.

If there was a tail, the little girl would probably have flicked it up, and her expression was so bright that she was saying to people——Praise me again, I like to hear you praise me.

Darcy put away the pen and laughed. There was still residual shock in her voice, but her tone was soft: "I really didn't expect that you could remember it so clearly." I remember all these details clearly.Thinking of this, Darcy felt very touched.

I always felt that the gentleman in front of me looked at me a little strangely, and Circe blinked in confusion, looking very innocent.She is not one of those gifted geniuses who can remember every little scene in her life.She just used a harmless little magic trick.

Oh, and maybe not a little magic either.The magic linked to memory is still a little complicated, but to her, it's just a little bit.Circe thought proudly.

She just needs to have that particular memory replayed.If the human brain is a library, Circe stands in the central open space, waiting for the book that records "Georgiana" and "Mr. Darcy" to fly to her, and reads it again.Still a pictured version.

However, Circe quickly brushed this little guilt out of his mind, and accepted the compliment with a raised face.

"Look, you will be very surprised when I tell you." Miss Witch's proud nose was about to go up to the sky.

"Yes, very pleasantly surprised." Darcy was never stingy about giving his little girl the compliment she wanted.Rather, he enjoyed seeing Circe so proudly cute.

"Circe?" Elizabeth's voice came from afar.

Circe subconsciously stood up from the chair, and the chair and the colorful rabbit disappeared into the air. She turned her face sideways and blinked: "The magic time is over, it seems we should go back."