The Magical Journey of the Platinum Spirit

Blonde hair, revealing the pointed ears hidden under the hair.Pale green, covered with a layer of light fluff, Lucius watched them tremble, very cute.Then Clement coughed lightly and covered his ears with his hair again.

"But there are none of my descendants who truly inherit my blood." His eyes swept across the four walls of the secret room one by one, and then fell on Lucius.The platinum ancestors who were a little restless just now froze in embarrassment in his sight.

"I can only watch helplessly as the blood of the ancient elves gets thinner and thinner. Lucius, can you understand the pain?" Clement looked at Lucius with unexpected relief in his eyes.

"Lucius, you have a good daughter." Clement looked at him and said, with uncontrollable excitement in his tone, "Malfoy's glory, the inheritance of the ancient elf bloodline really started from your generation."

"Lucius, find your daughter."

Lucius looked at Clement, the ancestor of Malfoy, shocked by what he told him,

"You mean, Joan awakened the blood of the ancient elves?!"

"Lucius, there is no need to doubt. Even though I have died for thousands of years, what remains here is only a portrait, but it is the breath of the ancient elf blood, and I will not admit it. From the moment she was born, we have been waiting your appearance."

"Lucius, go and bring back your daughter, I can feel her breath, she is getting closer to me, I order you to bring her to see me." Clement's voice became more and more excited, He flicked his hands and feet vigorously in the frame, as if trying to break free from it.

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26. Spider Alley...

It was dusk, and Joann wasn't sure how many miles he had walked.Of course, she will not feel tired in the state of floating all the time.

She scares a few people, despite her extraordinarily hard attempts to explain.These people seemed to be terrified of her existence. A long-necked blond woman threw away the basket in her hand and ran away screaming, and a mother-in-law fainted.In fact, she was wronged, and she was also annoyed by it.

Perhaps, she should find someone who is more courageous to ask for directions?

In the bustling city at night, Joan stood outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of a coffee shop, where the paired men and women had a quiet nap. She has always liked this kind of atmosphere, and it easily reminded her of the afternoon tea time at Lougheed Manor. Instead of sniffling, she felt a little sad.

A passing couple stood outside the cafe and kissed farewell. The boy said:

Hey!Honey, how about going to America, where my uncle has a farm and we can spend the whole summer there.

Do I need to prepare something?I can not wait any more.

London……

So Joan found out that she was in England, a city called London.Grandma Allie told her that her parents used to live in London, where they met and fell in love.She was born in London, Grandma Ellie said, and maybe she would get an offer from Hogwarts too.This ancient mysterious magic school.

But that school was not within her consideration, she had already decided to enter the Intercontinental School of Magic like her brother.Thinking of her brother, she felt a little depressed again. She thought over all the knowledge she had obtained in the book, but she could only come to an uncertain conclusion about her situation.She saw the same thing in "A Thousand Strange Tales in the Magic World", where a magician's soul left his body for nearly a week due to a research error.

Afterwards, he described this wonderful experience in detail.However, before she saw it as a story, Joan thought.Because she felt that what he wrote was too incredible, she only flipped the book halfway through and put the book back on the shelf.Now, who will tell her how to go back.Is it just waiting?Do nothing? (I want to say, you have the truth, and you will go back when the time is up.) But, no matter what, she must know where she is now, and then she also needs to know in which direction her destination is.

Joan stood at the door of the coffee shop and looked around until late at night.She found that the street where she was located was extremely bustling, but not far from her was the complete opposite.Joan frowned fiercely, she couldn't imagine such a dirty place in this world.

There are countless debris floating on the dark and calm river, and weeds are overgrown on both sides of the river.A tall chimney stood within sight, and because of the darkness, she couldn't be sure if the chimney was breathing black smoke.It was already quiet all around, and the sparse figures looked ghostly and terrifying under the streetlights.

Next to the dark river were rows of dilapidated brick houses. Joan watched quietly. This was a world she had never touched.In the alley, there were occasional dogs barking, and the sound of a dog sounded, and soon, all the dogs in the surrounding area started barking.

She was not afraid, probably because she had already reached such a situation, and she suddenly realized that nothing she did had any great effect.So, waiting quietly, standing on the corner of the street, waiting for no purpose, maybe waiting for the dawn.When she thought she was going to spend the night like this,

Her attention was attracted by one thing. A drunken man stumbled to a door and slammed on the wooden door with peeling black paint.

"Open the door! Open the door! Damn bitch!..."

The drunk man pushed his feet towards the not-so-sturdy wooden door. The wooden door slammed a few times, but stayed firmly in its original place.

Qiao An raised her heart inexplicably, she always felt that something was about to happen.She opened her eyes without blinking and looked at the other side. The drunk man kept cursing and kicking the wooden door hard.She saw that the windows of the house were dark, and just when she thought there was no one in there, the door opened.

The drunk man also flew upside down in an instant, and landed in the dirty river not far away.

Severus Snape stared gloomyly at the man flopping across the river. Just now he was brewing potions in the basement when he was disturbed by a knock on the door.Damn it, let him know who it is, oh, no need to know.Falling into such a river is already a lesson, and adding a leg-locking spell is enough to make him happy.

He slammed the door shut, and cast several Muggle-repelling spells with his wand.

But the moment he turned around, he paused, and then walked into the small living room with precise steps that seemed to have been measured as if nothing had happened.

From the high wooden shelf, she took out a can of black coffee. Joan smacked her lips while watching. The taste of the coffee was very bitter. She floated in quickly when he closed the door just now. Originally, she Thought to be found, but now it seems that this man has not been found.

The man has been making coffee with his back to her, and she is slowly and carefully looking around the house with her skirt in hand.The house is small, but fairly clean.Joan pursed his lips, and touched the surface of the table critically with his illusory and transparent fingers. It was fine, and there was no dust. It seemed that he was very skilled in using the cleaning spell.

She 'floated up' along the stairs and entered what seemed to be the man's bedroom. Maybe the house was too small, and the study was also included in the bedroom.Except for a table and bed by the window, bookshelves are crowded everywhere else. "Magic Potions and Potions", "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi", "Powerful Potions"... Joan floated in the air and looked at the titles of these books, and nodded with some understanding. He really loves potions, not only Her body smells like herbs, and even the books in the study are related to potions.

She floated to the window again, oh guess what, she saw, a painting.

The painting was neatly placed in the center of the desk. Joan sat on the edge of the table and reached out to pick up the painting.Suddenly the whole person is a little silly,

"This girl is actually me."

The pigeon wood spreading his eyes, the bright smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, and the inscription below, Joan.

Joan pinched the painting in a daze. She had painted too many portraits, Grandma Ellie, Grandpa Bee, Grandma Isa, brother, the elf in the manor, but she never painted herself in her memory Yes, that was me four or five years ago.She looked at the brushwork of the painting repeatedly, and it was indeed her own handwriting.There was a large gap in her heart but the fear of being unable to fill it up made her overwhelmed.

"Appear quickly!"

The man's gloomy and cold voice appeared in his ears, and Joan was startled. The portrait in his hand floated down like a fallen leaf helplessly, barely landing at the man's feet.His gaze was almost fixed on where she was, and Joan thought for a moment that he could actually see her.

"Who are you!?"

The man asked her, Joan was still a little dazed, she was sitting on the black lacquered wood table, the moonlight came in from the window, penetrated her body and poured on the wooden floor.She didn't speak, and the whole room seemed eerily quiet. Even though the man's wand was pointed at her, she didn't feel scared. Her intuition told him that this man would not hurt her.