I'm really a witch

Although he was mentally prepared, Darcy couldn't help but have the idea of ​​returning it to Circe the moment he unscrewed the bottle cap.

Of the potions he had seen twice before, one bowl was used to drinking and Jane drank it all in one gulp, and the other bottle was not for drinking at all, it was poured into a flower pot and it was over.What's even more different is that Jane's bowl has weakened the medicinal properties, and in terms of taste, it's much better than the concentrated version in her hand.

In short, Mr. Darcy spent a good deal of time persuading himself to the peculiar smell simply by opening the bottle cap.It's not that it's disgusting, it's just pungent, no, very pungent.

Taking a peek at the serious face of the gentleman beside him, Circe couldn't help feeling a little guilty.Although potions all have such a similar taste, it is still too much for ordinary people who are in contact with it for the first time.

So Circe flipped his palms, took out a candy in his hand, and smiled flatteringly at others: "Just bear with it, I'll give you candies!"

Maybe the aroma of candy has drifted out, it seems that the smell of this bottle of potion is not so unacceptable.Darcy returned the little girl with a comforting smile, and put the bottle mouth to his mouth.

When the first mouthful of liquid passed down his throat, Darcy coughed almost choked.Okay, maybe I should take that back, he thought calmly.

Seeing the pale face of the person in front of him, Circe thought in a trance that what she handed was actually a bottle of meth.There is no saying that the potion has an expiration date, and every bottle of potion that is successfully brewed can be put aside without any scruples until they are used, so Circe is not worried about the quality of the potion.

But now she's starting to worry.Darcy's face was too frightening, and I couldn't blame her for thinking of some messy things.Could it be that the bodies of ordinary people cannot adapt to potions?Circe was worried.But she has never heard such a saying in modern times?

Darcy only took a sip, watching the small layer of the potion disappear slightly, he felt that he almost didn't have the courage to take a second sip.

Speaking of which, it can't be entirely his fault.First of all, the taste of the potion is something that even the wizards themselves dislike. They have been drinking too much for so many years before they can barely get used to it, let alone Mr. Darcy who is trying it for the first time.After all, even wizards are unwilling to drink potions unless necessary.

Secondly, Darcy was born in such a family. Although he is not a famous nobleman, he has never been short of food and drink because of his wealth.It is a matter of course that a stomach that has been raised by a refined diet that is far superior to that of ordinary people -- at least the refined diet of this era, cannot adapt to potions.

However, Darcy doesn't think so, he seldom takes the initiative to excuse his behavior, especially the behavior he thinks is disrespectful.For example, at the moment, Circe has given him countless reasons, and even wants to persuade him to ask for sex before drinking, but Darcy thinks that his adaptability is too poor.

After all, it was the potion brewed by his little girl herself, and the girls could drink it without changing their faces. Could it be that he couldn't stand it after just one sip?

So Circe watched helplessly as the gentleman poured down a whole bottle of potion in one go with a heroic look and air.She probably had the same expression when she drank the potion, Circe recalled briefly, and then took out the candy and unfolded the candy wrapper.

Darcy is now very used to his little girl taking out these so-called aristocratic food anytime and anywhere.Even in normal times, Circe never minded enjoying the ordinary cooked dishes.Thanks to the knighthood in Williams' family, Sercy can attribute all these snacks to him for his family.

As the little girl put the candy into her mouth with her raised hand, Darcy rubbed the top of her soft hair.Circe stood obediently and let him rub her, and raised her face: "Do you feel better?"

In fact, the remnant taste of the potion mixed with the sweetness of the candy was really not pleasant, but Darcy didn't intend to tell the truth at this time: "It's much better, it's a very effective method."

Circe also happily peeled off a candy and stuffed it into her mouth. A small piece of soft flesh on her cheek was pushed out, and she said vaguely: "That would be great!"

There is nothing special to say about the dinner, but the taste of the food is unexpectedly good.This discovery made Darcy couldn't help but look up at Circe several times.

It probably boils down to Sercy's little pursuit of quality of life.In the beginning, she just secretly added a layer of magic to enhance the taste of the food, but she soon found that doing so was too troublesome and easy to be discovered by her family.So she simply replaced the kitchen utensils, and carved inconspicuous magic circles on the corners of the kitchen to ensure the taste of the food.

Sir Lucas still thought that he had a good eye for picking such a skilled cook, but he never thought that it was actually his little daughter who did the trick.Fortunately, he did choose one thing well. This cook is a pure and kind woman.She didn't boast about her "good workmanship" or demand higher wages from Sir Lucas.I prepare meals quietly every day, and occasionally chat with Mrs. Lucas.

Mr Darcy left after the evening's events.He was now at Netherfield again, still with Mr. Bingley.That gentleman is probably also thinking about getting married, and it depends on what day he will choose to say it.

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Some days later, Charlotte came to Lucas House with Mr. Collins.This surprised everyone in the Lucas family, after all, they hadn't specifically stated that they would come.

Charlotte told her sister the truth in private.In the final analysis, it was because Mr. Darcy was engaged, which happened to be her dear sister.So Mrs. de Bourgh was now displeased with Charlotte, up and down, and even with Mr. Collins.Even the daily necessary Hunsford news reported by this gentleman, the old lady is not willing to stop.As a result, the Collinses came to the Lucas house to avoid the old lady's sharp edge.

Mr. Collins did not seem at all displeased by Mrs. de Bower's wrath. Not only that, but his attitude towards Circe was simply outrageously cautious and polite.He kept congratulating Circe, singing loud praises for the marriage, and he was so beaming that he was believed to be the one who was going to have the wedding.

Charlotte can only shrug her shoulders helplessly, she is always very skillful in ignoring Mr. Collins: "He can't believe that he can have such a close relationship with Mr. Darcy. I was so happy when I got the news.”

Charlotte took her sister's hand, found a chair and sat down, and took her out of Mr. Collins' sight: "I didn't expect that my little sister is going to get married too." She sighed with emotion and smiled, "I think Mr Darcy must have had a lot of trouble, hasn't he?"

Circe blushed and glared at her: "What, no!" She argued without any momentum, and complained, "You'll laugh at me!"

The Collinses lived there until the wedding day.Mr. Collins thought optimistically that once married, the relationship between his noble benefactor and him would definitely return to its original state.This is probably true, after all, until that moment, even if Mrs. de Bower had a huge dissatisfaction, she could only forcefully suppress it in her heart.

The wedding day was chosen in the spring, a sunny Wednesday.Just go back to that church.Sure enough, as Mr. Darcy said, Archbishop Hutton personally witnessed their marriage.

"For Fitzwilliam's sake, I'm keeping an eye on you so you don't show off at the wedding." That's what the archbishop said, and Circe pursed her lips, reluctantly believing it.

You know, on the Sunday when the wedding announcement was read out three weeks ago, she could clearly "see" the archbishop's smiling face.

The wedding dress was a snow-white wedding dress with a blue border sewn at the bottom of the dress.The collar turned from a button on Darcy's coat is still worn around the neck, and in the pocket is a handkerchief borrowed from his sister.

Circe was uncomfortable with the sixpence in her left shoe, but she didn't intend to take it out.This sixpence symbolizes wealth, which means nothing to the Darcy family, so Darcy advised her to take it out if she felt uncomfortable, but Circe always felt that this was an important process after all, so she let it stay there.

When taking the oath to the Bible, Circe worked with the archbishop to temporarily freeze the time in the church after reading it.Then she stretched out her hand to meet the sunlight streaming in through the window.

The dome becomes transparent, revealing the blue sky and white clouds above the head, and the green in the distance can be seen faintly.Bathed in the sun, Circe closed her eyes reverently.

She chanted in an unintelligible language in a low voice, with a light tone, like a carol.Darcy vaguely guessed something, looked down at her.

A light shone from Circe's chest, echoing the sun's rays.The light gradually became stronger and stronger from weak, until it enveloped her whole body and even escaped.

Darcy froze for a moment, the color of the light was clearly Circe's soul.

The girl opened her eyes in the light, and the golden-green light in her pupils was flickering and flowing. She accurately found Darcy's eyes, smiled and took his hand and pressed it to her chest.

Then Darcy's chest also revealed light, and they flowed along his arms, blending with Circe's soul at the fingertips.

The voice of the girl chanting suddenly became louder, and the whole body was full of light.There seemed to be a solemn and generous voice whispering in the air, and Daxi could only see the girl's star-like eyes at this moment.

She suppressed her smile and said something solemnly.Darcy felt that she should be talking to him, and he could almost find his own miniature in the girl's eyes.

The light slowly dimmed, Circe held his hand in both hands, and kissed his fingertips: "Your name will be engraved on my soul forever, my love."

Circe stood on tiptoe, put her arms around his neck, and smiled, "This is the meaning of the last sentence." She paused, and pursed her lower lip, "Then, now, you don't plan to kiss me ?"

And Darcy kissed his little girl in the fading light.