I'm really a witch

In fact, I wanted to politely refuse, but the little girl smiled so cutely and looked forward to it, so she agreed.

For a witch, there is probably no real small place in this world.Even if the garden looks really small.I don't know what kind of effect Circe's previous magic had on his eyes. Those folded and hidden spaces just unfolded in front of his eyes naturally.

In this comparison, the so-called topmost layer at the beginning is really not worth mentioning.In fact, those hidden plants, ah, potion ingredients, look a little more indescribable.In short, it is almost impossible to be regarded as a strange appearance of a plant.

Circe, however, seemed to be enjoying it.Turning his head to look at the excited little girl, Darcy sighed again in his heart.Perhaps it is a bit too restrained to say that it is fun.

While checking the growth of the little ones, Circe introduced these magical plants of various shapes to Darcy in a low voice.And of course, their role in potions.

"Did you see that fat one with a small human face?" Sercy pointed to a corner, "It's a very important basic material in cold medicine! It's also cute, isn't it?" ?”

She withdrew her hand and nodded her chin: "Speaking of it this way, do you remember that when I was in Netherfield, didn't Jane have a fever because of the rain? I took the branches and leaves of this little guy there."

"Ah, when it comes to this, it has always been very distressing. The effect of the potion is really good, and it has an immediate effect, so every time you have to work hard to reduce the effect of the medicine." Miss Witch's frowning eyebrows suddenly relaxed, " But you don’t need to worry about that anymore!”

She turned her face and smiled happily: "Because Mr. Darcy already knows, please rest assured that I will not let anyone in my family be affected by the illness!"

ah.Darcy opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, then swallowed it back, and finally just nodded.It seems that it is better to let yourself try not to get sick.I always feel that after seeing the prototypes of these materials, I don't want to try the taste of potions at all.

Perhaps it was some kind of strange tacit understanding, but Circe also talked about the topic of taste by coincidence: "It's a pity that potions are always more difficult to drink, and the brewing process is also very..." She herself was a little bit speechless, and fell silent for a while. , "It's no wonder that the legends describe witches like that." She muttered softly.

"Is there no way to adjust it?" Darcy asked out of Uno's special psychology.

"You know that if it's cooking, as long as the ingredients are suitable, the seasonings are careful, and the cooking is done carefully, it won't be too hard to swallow." Circe seemed a little guilty, and continued hesitantly. , "But if it is like a potion, first of all, the material is doomed not to have a normal taste, and it is used as a seasoning..."

She lowered her head and straightened the hem of her skirt, deliberately avoiding the eyes of her surroundings: "In short, it is a relatively difficult thing, but in terms of curing diseases, the efficacy of medicine is more important?" She gave a flattering smile.

So Darcy ended the topic helplessly.

Circe straightened up and stood up too, and called out, "Sandy! Sandy? Where have you been?"

Cassandra leaned out from behind a tree, but she didn't seem to want to run over.He only looked up at his master, and made a gesture to retreat behind the tree and lie down.

Are dogs such standoffish creatures?Darcy was a little puzzled, especially after comparing it with the hound kept at home, he was even more puzzled.

However, Circe seemed to be quite used to it: "Don't you want to move? Then you should have a good rest." She didn't take this reaction to heart, and left and right just wanted to take Sandy for a walk together.

"Your dog's name is Sandy, isn't it?" Darcy looked at the golden retriever that really shrank back and lay down, and asked sideways.

"Ah, Sandy is actually a nickname, and her official name is Cassandra." Circe left the flower garden, and led Darcy to continue down the path, "Sandy is pretty, isn't she?"

"Yes, it's the golden retriever with the best coat color I've ever seen." Darcy thought about it in his heart, and echoed it seriously.

"Sandy has always valued her fur. After all, she is a girl. If you ask me, there is really no golden retriever that looks better than Sandy!" The owner looked very proud, with a sense of pride pleasure.

Darcy hesitated for a moment, but still asked out his doubts.After all, it is already an engaged relationship, and some things that were not mentioned before due to various reasons seem to become natural now.

"Actually, sometimes I can't quite believe that Cassandra is a golden retriever," Darcy said in a teasing tone, "She doesn't seem to be very attached to you, unlike the other ones I've seen .”

Darcy thought that this was not a special question, and he would probably get an answer with such a personality, so he could then ask some questions about breeding, and then discuss Cassandra's somewhat indifferent personality.But Circe's reaction was completely beyond his expectations.

Miss Witch looked at him as if she was a little surprised, and her tone sounded admiring: "Oh, Mr. Darcy, you are really sharp!" Circe praised, "It's the smartest thing I've ever seen. people."

Not noticing Darcy, whose ears were reddened by the blunt praise, Sercy continued: "Strictly speaking, Sandy is not actually a golden retriever, ah, or, in fact, she is not a dog."

"Sandy is a very petite black cat with beautiful coat color and pure golden eyes." Circe gestured, "It's just that the soul lives in the body of a golden retriever temporarily."

Darcy controlled himself not to look too surprised, but his raised eyebrows and wide eyes made the control seem less than successful for granted.

"There are stories about the witch and her black cat, too." Circe waved her hands nonchalantly, "In fact, any animal with magical talent can play such a role, but among the cats, those who have the talent Some more."

"To put it simply, I couldn't find a cat, so I could only let Sandy stay in the golden retriever's body temporarily," she showed a guilty look.

"Mr. Darcy," the little girl tugged at Darcy's sleeve, "please help me, beautiful, pregnant cat, you must be able to do something, right?" She raised her face and blinked her eyes, as if behave in a spoiled manner.

Darcy agreed dazedly.Even in the fact that none of his acquaintances had such a female cat at all.

Looking around, Circe stood on tiptoe and kissed Mr. Darcy's chin precisely.She puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction, and quickly raised a sweet and soft smile: "That really helped a lot! You are such a kind gentleman!"

I always feel that these two sentences sound a bit wrong.Darcy tried hard to pull himself out of this limp state, but he was probably doomed to fail.

Probably because he was really dissatisfied with the fact that he only kissed his chin when he stood on tiptoe, Circe stayed on the spot for two seconds, then simply jumped up and held him by the shoulder, forcing him to bend down.After looking around, Circe was satisfied, and with a little inexplicable pride, she pursed her lips and touched the forehead of the gentleman opposite.

I kissed the tallest man at the highest point of his body, doesn't it mean that I am taller than him?Probably because of this naive idea.But Circe would never admit it.

What pulled Mr. Darcy out of his erratic state was Circe's casual question: "Does Mr. Darcy need to digest?"

Out of some kind of subconscious vigilance, Darcy asked cautiously: "Why did you think of this?"

"Ah..." Circe dragged his voice unconsciously, and the ending sounded sticky, "It feels like Mr. Darcy ate a lot of refreshments in the car, and he didn't eat anything in the house just now, because he already Have enough."

"Calculate the time. It will be dinner in a while. I'm a little worried that you won't be able to eat." Circe wrinkled his nose. "If you only eat tea, you will be hungry later."

She nodded to herself: "That's it, so do you need to digest food? Just drink a small bottle of potion, and I happen to have it ready." She sighed happily, "Fortunately, I have prepared before! Really What a coincidence!"

Darcy swallowed and fell silent.Of course, the first reaction was to refuse. After all, I had just seen those potion ingredients, and I didn't really want to experience their taste up close in such a short period of time.Besides, it tasted strange, as Circe himself had admitted.Darcy couldn't help thinking about the potion brewing he personally participated in.Although the smell of the process was carefully concealed by Circe, he will never forget the pot of strangely colored liquid.

However, he really needs a bottle of potion with this effect right now.This really makes people suspect that this is a joke specially made by God for him.Then Mr. Darcy said in a low voice: "Yes, I think I do."

Circe lowered his head and rummaged in the satchel.The space of this satchel is much larger than it looks, which makes it difficult for Circe to find it.She looked at it and even wanted to pour out all the things in the bag.

But Circe finally put up with the idea.While talking about the bottles, she took out one to have a look from time to time.Maybe she shouldn't have made every bottle exactly the same, Circe thought.Remember to mark it next time.

Darcy looked at the various bottles she took out one after another, and suddenly felt a sense of tension before being executed.With the transparent body of the bottle, he could easily see the weirder colors, and the liquid in one bottle was probably still bubbling.In short, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like something that should be swallowed.

"Found it!" Circe said briskly.She held a bottle of deep purple liquid in her hand, reflecting faint purple light in the sunlight.

At least it's not bubbling, and it doesn't look very sticky.Darcy comforted himself in this way, and took the bottle from the girl's hand.