[hp] stay out of it

The English wizard didn't insist either, he shrugged: "Since the two ladies don't welcome me..." He bowed gracefully and left with a bang.

Helen and Debbie were quiet for two seconds, as if to confirm whether the stranger had left or not.When the two young ladies were left in the room again, the atmosphere became awkward again.Debbie seemed annoyed by her subconsciously keeping Helen behind just now, while Helen was a little proud because the two of them still cooperated perfectly.

Her little pride was quickly discovered by Debbie. Debbie stared at Helen and became even more angry, but it was obvious that the atmosphere of endlessness had been broken.Helen seemed to want to say something to tease her, but she noticed that Debbie's eyes were red, and she was at a loss for the first time when she entered the room.She pulled out her handkerchief quickly, and Debbie gave her a glare. "I'm not crying."

Helen paused for a while, then pressed the handkerchief to the corner of her eyes: "Me neither."

After a moment of silence, Helen waved her magic wand, and three cushions flew out from under Smith's bed, forming a small circle. Neither of them had the intention to sit down.Helen pointed to the cushion by the door and said, "He stayed at the North Pole."

Debbie said, "I know."

"It was Douglas who was behind it."

"I know." Debbie looked at Helen sadly - she had such a husband.Maybe Debbie would blame her best friend when she was the most angry, but when she regained a little bit of reason, she couldn't be angry with Helen anymore. It wasn't Helen's fault, but Helen would obviously bear the burden of this life.Debbie would even pity Helen, because Douglas is so lewd, vile, and contemptible.

"You don't know about the second time." Helen said: "After I got married, the Boyle family withdrew the list, remember? Dave can stay at home safely and do his plant research."

"Yeah," Debbie said hoarsely, "but then Dave insisted on going... you mean, what's in it..."

"I found the relatives of the team leader, and they knew something—they said that Dave seemed to have been deluded or something, and believed that there must be a polar plant in the North Pole that can restore bitten wizards to normal."

"There's really no such thing, is there?" Debbie took a deep breath to keep herself from losing control of her grief the next second.

"There is no such thing in the world." Helen shook her head.

Debbie whimpered, and Helen reached out and took her hand.

"It's not the fault of any of us, Dai," Helen said with a gentle tone but a gloomy face. "You have to do me a favor. I can't do it alone."

Helen handed Debbie the wand and told her about a spell that could kill a child. "I can't do it myself - every time I don't finish reading, my magic power will be cut off by itself. This is the stupid and ridiculous self-protection of wizard magic." Helen said viciously: "And it is very suitable to implement this magic here —I'll honor Dave with the blood of that bastard's own child."

Debbie looked Helen in the eyes, then took the wand: "I didn't expect that - this would be the first spell I'd cast since they ruined my wand."

When Debbie raised her wand and was about to cast a spell, the strange British wizard suddenly appeared at the door of the room again, interrupting the abortion.He knocked on the open door with a sullen face: "I'm sorry, but, I have to say, are you rushing me out to do this—murder your own flesh and blood?"

"I don't need you to teach me how to exercise my rights as a mother. Debbie, go on." Helen sat upright in the armchair on the bed, urging Debbie not to waste time.

"You're asking your best friend to do a murder for you that you dared not do." The wizard made a harsh and egregious accusation, apparently designed to buy time.

Helen obviously couldn't be blamed on this point, and she wanted to fight back angrily, but Debbie spoke before her: "I am willing to help her complete this murder. In fact, I am honored." She was angrily trying to kill Helen just a few hours ago.They understand each other and protect each other. This is the friendship between witches. Of course, there are no shortage of such examples among wizards.

Debbie raised her wand, and the first syllable had already jumped to the tip of her tongue. The wizard said anxiously: "That child is just a symbol, and killing him will not do any real harm to the Boyle family at all. Pointless."

"You know us?" Debbie asked warily, turning her wand against him, beginning to wonder if this was a premeditated contact.But Helen obviously didn't care about this, she eagerly followed the Englishman's lead and said, "Then how can there be substantial harm?"

"The story of the Boyle family will never fade from public view, and of course I will know who this lady is," the wizard pressed his hands down to comfort, first answered Debbie's question, and then he sighed In a calm tone, he said, "Oh, Merlin's golden idea, I didn't expect that I would come up with this idea in the first place—you can destroy the most proud thing of the Boyle family, their magical tradition and inheritance."

Helen's eyes widened: "You mean—"

Debbie also followed their train of thought. She questioned: "The Boyle family's porcelain stones that record ancient and precious magic have always been under the strictest supervision. It is impossible for us to do this."

The English wizard grinned: "I know you can do it—if you're..."

"I can do this when they hold a celebration for this child!" Helen's thoughts were suddenly opened: "I know there will be a celebration, and they have already started preparing invitations. Even the gatekeepers will I'm so drunk, it's easy for me to get passwords, tokens, and so on!" Then she muttered a few words, found the place where the parchment was familiar from Dave's drawer, grabbed a pen and paper, and began to record her own speed. The exciting thought of breaking all china stones.The British raised his eyebrows when he saw her holding a pen and writing and drawing quickly.

"It seems that you've settled down the details," the British said in admiration after Helen had made a general plan, "so can I understand it this way—we can spend a peaceful morning without murders? "

"That's not necessarily true." Debbie and Helen looked at him threateningly and said in unison.

The British shrugged his shoulders, and he was obviously relieved after receiving the assurance that Helen would not harm the child because of the need to destroy the porcelain stone. distressed.

"Who the hell are you?" Helen asked. "I don't believe you're here for some damned Heather—you helped us come up with a big plan to hit the Boyle family!"

"I'm really here to look for Ou Shinan." He smiled, and suddenly there was a bush of Ou Shinan in his hand, which was bulging and bustling, and the bright and delicate colors lit up the gloomy room stand up.

"For you. These are ordinary flowers without magical effects." He inserted these flowers into a vase on the bedside cabinet, replacing the dead leaves that had withered for a long time. "A little piece of advice, Helen, you can't always think about revenge in your life-although revenge does temporarily relieve pain and bring fascinating pleasure/sense of revenge-but if you sink here, you will miss a lot that you shouldn't Missing things...to the point that you can't imagine." He was in a trance for a while, and then laughed at himself: "This is a lesson I have summed up myself."

Helen didn't stop the mature and handsome British wizard from turning around to leave, but when he returned to the door of this room again, she seemed quite happy.

"Sorry," he stroked the hair beside his ears absently, and at the same time took out his pocket watch to take a look: "I'm probably going to stay here for a while—if you don't want to see me, I will be honest stay downstairs."

Debbie, who was seriously studying Helen's plan, pinched the bridge of her nose sleepily: "British, I don't know why you always get in the way in front of us, but it seems that you helped us think of a way to attack the Boyle family—" she vertically Lifting the index finger: "How about a bottle of wine? You take out the wine, and you can walk around the house with you."

"Oh, that's how it is," he said to himself first, and then: "It's lucky, ladies, that I happen to have a bottle of wine with me."

After half a minute.

"I didn't expect it! I really drank wine in this wilderness!" Debbie sat on the cushion next to the bed and cheered excessively, drank the glass in her hand, and then immediately appeared on her pale cheeks. Blushing: "God, this is so strong...God, I like the feeling of being paralyzed by alcohol-this way, this way I, I won't feel that stupid Dave-died in the North Pole! Even the body None left! Fuck /his/mother's plant for something that heals vampires!"

Helen sniffed her glass of wine, and looked at Debbie worriedly: "Is she drunk now?"

"As far as I know," the English wizard swung his wine glass gracefully with a strange expression: "This wine is specially made for a certain wizard."

"A simple brewing method can't produce this effect. This can be regarded as a magic potion." Helen took a sip, and while intoxicatedly clutching her plan to destroy porcelain stones, she commented : "It sounds like the wizard must be a big alcoholic."

"I guess so." He shrugged.

"You can sit down." Seeing how drunk Debbie was after drinking three glasses in a row, Helen cautiously took a few sips of wine, and then she noticed that the English wizard was still standing at the door.

"No, I think. It looks like the cushion belonged to Mr. Smith."

"It doesn't matter, sit down," Helen waved her hand and said, "It's uncomfortable for this guy to be here."

So the Englishman bowed and took the seat.Helen took another sip of the wine, and seeing her big belly, she took another big sip. It was obvious that she wanted to strictly follow the "do not do list during pregnancy" and do the opposite.

"Do you have a child?" Under Debbie's whimpering background, Helen suddenly asked an absolutely abrupt question.

The wizard followed her gaze and saw two immature words written in special ink on the side of the cork: "To Mom." He nodded in acknowledgment, and then quickly came up with an excuse - to cover up that he should give the child Mom's question about serving two strange women, as if it were real: "It's on all the corks in our cellar. That naughty little guy used to like to put pens on everything Draw everywhere."

"No 'for Dad'?" Helen quipped.

He was a little unnatural, and by the time he wanted to answer "of course", it was too late.Helen stared at him with interest: "The child isn't close to you?"

The Englishman nodded resignedly.

"May I ask why?" Helen asked, resting her chin with interest.