I'm really a witch

Kids have real energy, and a wizard kid is the pinnacle of that.

Circe has almost never seen his son lying quietly, sitting or standing, but he obviously fell in love with the means of floating, which can easily float in the air, just Never use his legs.So it seemed a matter of course that he never learned to walk.

Lately little Heyman has fallen in love with levitating things around him.Of course, what he moved at the beginning was to give them ideas about wings or hands and feet, and children sometimes have some weird ideas.Obviously, with his current level of control over magic power, he couldn't complete such complicated changes, so he resorted to the next best thing and chose to float them like himself.

So now every time I see him, this little guy is often accompanied by small bells, small pillows or other things, like a guard of honor for the emperor, but these guards of honor sometimes fall out of midair uncontrollably .Circe has lost track of how many things have been recovered.

I have to lament her foresight. The magic circle set up in Pemberley earlier rationalized these phenomena to the greatest extent, or else people could ignore these strange phenomena.As for what scene "really" emerges in the minds of people who see this scene... Circe doesn't really want to put herself in the imagination.

The problem that the husband and wife are facing recently is how to let little Heyman learn to walk honestly.He was used to floating, and he always disliked his weak legs, so it would be better to float comfortably.Circe was always worried that he would feed himself fat.Sometimes she even wonders whether her parents, who are almost non-existent except for the occasional transfer of money, are because she was too "lively" when she was a child, and she traveled the world with the feeling of finally being relieved .

No, how could she be as "lively" as her own son.Cercidy dragged her son back to the ground from mid-air for countless times, and told him countless times: "Walk." You see, she didn't even bother to say a long sentence.

Looking at it from a distance, it seemed that Circe had just flown a kite. The technique was quite poor, and the kite would have to repeat the process of going up to the sky and landing again soon.

So when Mr. Darcy hurried home after finishing his affairs, he saw his little girl curled up on the sofa, staring up at their son.And that silly boy was triumphantly floating around in mid-air, apparently once again escaped the "punishment" of "walking".

"Mr. Darcy! Your son bullied me!" Sensing the approach of the other half, Circe turned around in grief and opened his hands, and was hugged by Mr. Darcy into his arms.

"He just won't walk properly!" Circe buried his face in Darcy's arms, sounding muffled.

"Can't I even beat an underage wizard?" Circe's tone was desperate.

Darcy waved to his son in mid-air, Little Heyman hesitated for two seconds, and floated over cheerfully.Then he was stuffed into the hands of his mother without mercy by his father, and he was pinched by Circe's face and buttocks.

"If you don't learn to walk well," Darcy looked at his son lightly, "I will have to let my mother hang you on the fireplace, and I won't let you see Georgiana."

The mother and son looked at Darcy at the same time, but one was trying to act like a baby with his mouth flattened, while the other was eager to try.Circe rubbed her son's fleshy face and chimed in: "Georgianna likes babies who can walk. Your snacks and kisses will belong to other babies!"

Little Hyman immediately jumped out of his mother's arms to the ground, Circe held back a smile and put him on the carpet, adjusted his posture and nestled in Darcy's arms.

Circe thought for a while, drew a stick figure of a villain in mid-air, and took a breath, and it became a fat ball of light, which landed beside little Heyman.The villain followed little Hyman, taught him how to step, and helped him when he was about to fall, or put his soft body under it.

Little Haiman played with his new friend in a short while, holding his soft hand and walking staggeringly.He walked for a while, trying to float his new friend up as before. Of course, Circe couldn't allow this to happen. He moved his fingers, and the little man obediently stood on the ground.

Little Hyman tried several times, but the villain just looked up at him, and even the light on his body dimmed, looking very sad.Little Haiman quickly fell from mid-air, skipped words unskillfully to comfort his new friend, and obediently played with him on the ground.

Circe laughed silently and fell into Darcy's arms, shaking and shaking until her face turned red.Darcy rubbed her head, and looked helplessly at the silly son who was playing happily.

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When young Hyman was five years old, Circe took him to the woods of Pemberley.

Every time she looked at this large forest, Circe felt that she had made a very wise choice to marry Mr. Darcy.What Kretica could deny this wood?

All the plants in Pemberley are very familiar with Circe, and naturally they are very enthusiastic about Little Hyman, who has a similar aura to Circe.Not to mention that the breath of life on his body is also nourishing the surrounding plants.

Circe skillfully was rolled up to the top of the tree by the drooping branches of the big tree, shaking her legs and watching the flowers and plants playing with her son.She squinted her eyes halfway, magic power covered the forest, ensuring the safety of this natural amusement park.

So as soon as Mr. Darcy stepped into the forest, he was accurately captured by Circe.He heard from the servants that Circe had brought his son to this area, so he followed him.

Then he was relayed by the big trees to the mother and son.When he was gently placed next to Circe by the last branch, he still hadn't reacted a bit, and his expression was a bit dazed.

"Little Heyman is very popular, ah... I'm a little jealous." As soon as Circe finished speaking, the tree under her waving tender new leaves rubbed her face, and the witch patted it soothingly, "Just kidding, I'm very happy that you guys like him so much."

Darcy seldom sat at such a high place, and could not help looking down.Seeing him leaning forward, Circe quickly pulled him back, and the branches wrapped around his waist in a sensible way, which could be used as a safety belt.

"Aren't you getting used to it? I remember you don't like roller coasters, this height..." Circe patted his arm worriedly.

"It's nothing but the height," Darcy pulled the person into his arms, "If I don't adapt, you can feel it, can't you?"

"That's right." Circe nodded.

She couldn't sit still for a while, and Darcy sometimes felt that his son was so lively that he probably learned it from his mother.Circe closed her palms, and when she opened them again, a steady stream of birds flew out of those hands.

A colorful bird with tiny sparkles trailing behind its tail as it flies.Darcy couldn't identify their breed, but at a time like this it wasn't much of a concern.The birds circled around little Heyman, colorful broken lights fell all over him.

The light spots falling on the ground jumped up, gradually elongated the branches and leaves, and finally burst into flower buds.The elf with transparent wings jumped out from the petals, danced around him, and kissed his cheek.

Circles of light bands wrapped little Heyman and hovered upwards. In mid-air, he put on a small dress and a small top hat, looking like a little prince.Circe had a blast playing the role of fairy godmother.She even commanded the flower coils on the ground to transform into a float, with the buds half-opened and half-closed as the carriage.

Four flying birds grew up against the wind, pulled up the float, and the trees gave way one after another, clearing a path.Little Hyman lay on the car window, and waved excitedly at his parents in the treetops through the car window.Circe also waved to him excitedly, directing the little float around the forest.

She became playful, and actually turned into a pair of wings behind her, and the translucent butterfly wings sprinkled fine powder with her flapping movements.Then Darcy was patted on the back excitedly by his little girl.

He quickly realized that there was something extra behind him, and subconsciously touched it, his tentacles were slightly cool, and he could feel the pattern on it when he rubbed it.When he withdrew his hand, he saw the light powder remaining in his palm, which shone slightly and disappeared quickly.

Circe had jumped down from the tree, half-hanging in the air, waving at Darcy.The wings she made herself looked not like a fairy godmother, but like a cursed witch.Not to mention that the pattern is black and purple, the curved arc of the wings also looks like some kind of evil creature.

Following his gaze, Circe turned her head and glanced at her, shrugged at him, and deliberately put on a vicious face: "Don't struggle! You were abducted by me and home is mine! Don't even try to run back to your home again." Go to the camp of light!"

Darcy helped his forehead, and responded twice in cooperation, and pulled him away with red ears: "...the son has run away."

"Can he still run out of my palm?" Circe snorted triumphantly, she probably fell in love with the role of this bad witch suddenly, and changed herself into a long black dress with a wave of her hand.

Obviously, when your wife wants to play a little game, there's no way you can get away with it.In the next second, the clothes on Darcy's body were dyed white, and even tattooed with golden patterns.

Circe nodded in satisfaction, choked out a few shrill laughs, and dragged Darcy to chase her son.They shuttled through the forest, took a shortcut, and after a while, they saw the tiny flashes of the floating float.

The Wicked Witch swooped down to the window of the car, and showed a sweet smile to the son in the car, scaring him back, and she rolled in the air while laughing.

Darcy followed her, facing his son's accusing eyes, he looked away guiltily.He had to admit that the way his son was frightened by Circe was cute.

The bad witch laughed enough, opened the window of the car, took her son into her arms and gave him a big kiss, then she changed her clothes as if she had realized her conscience, and directed the float to fly into the sky.

Little Hyman immediately forgave his mother, and flung himself to the window, looking excitedly at the shrinking Pemberley.

Darcy sighed, shook his head and followed.I hope his little girl didn't forget to hide this overly conspicuous float