The Magical Journey of the Platinum Spirit

Waiting, waiting for fate to judge them.

36 years later, they are here, waiting for Joan's judgment.

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Kaka sent the tea set to the low table with a tray and left. Angel silently warmed the cup, fetched tea, and made tea in front of Joan's eyes. Her movements were smooth and graceful.

Teacher, something happened this summer, you know?

Angel's hand holding the teapot paused slightly, and then, as if she didn't hear it, she continued to slowly pour the steaming water into the teacup.The cup is made of purple clay, and it comes in a set with the teapot.During the trip to Venezuela, she became fascinated by Chinese tea culture. After talking with Kelly Zhang in a Chinese store for a long time, the old man gave her the tea set.Kelly said that if you want to drink good tea, you have to brew a good tea taste, and one of the keys is to choose a good purple sand and vermilion clay pot.

She silently thought, apart from the past that weighed her down, these memories are the only ones that are so precious that they are not involved.

Angel's figure moved into the distance in the lingering heat, Qiao An almost hesitated to tell Angel whether it was a mistake.She is just an ordinary person, because of her own sake, she has been involved in a world that originally did not belong to her.Why should she bother her with these troublesome things.When she wanted to stop there, Angel spoke.

"Joan, life is not fair. If you take some away from you, you will be compensated accordingly."

She pushed the brewed tea to the other side of the short table, and stretched out her hand to signal Joan to sit opposite her.The black clouds outside pressed down even lower, and Joan watched her gray-blue eyes condensed with a thin layer of mist, but Angel continued speaking without any hesitation.

"Joan, the teacher just found out about these things."

Joan's tears fell instantly, and his face was blurred.

"Joan, don't cry." She reached out and brushed the corner of Joan's eyes, and Joan's tears wet her fingers.

"I should have finished my trip early and came back to accompany you."

As she spoke, she suddenly fell silent. These words seemed to have touched somewhere in her heart.

"Don't cry, Joan."

Angel spoke suddenly, her voice was a bit deep, Qiao An was shocked by her words, her tear-soaked face changed from sad to wronged.

"The person who punishes himself with tears is the most cowardly, Joan, you have to remember everything you have, instead of turning this little ups and downs into everything that blinds you."

Angel's eyes were no longer on Joan, she looked out of the window, and the cool evening breeze blew over from there.

"How lucky you are, Joanne," she said.

"In this world, there are so many misfortunes that happen every day, and you just happen to be hit by one of the little tribulations. Apart from these, your life has always been a perfect kingdom. Joan, they love you so much."

Joan was silent, and Cantis once said in memory: Joan, how lucky you are.

"Joan, you think of everything too absolutely, and they love you too much, so they care about this absolute that makes you hesitate and suffer just as much as you do. But what are you hesitating about? Your heart does not allow you to give up everything about Raffles, Malfoy's bloodline entanglement also makes you extravagant, do you have to choose a heavy pressure on both ends of the scale?"

Angel supported the short table in front of her with both hands, and slowly leaned forward to get close to the absent-minded Joan. Her long blond hair almost fell into the teacup.

"Joan, haven't you thought about it, whether it's Raffod or Malfoy, they are your dearest, you have no possibility to make a choice, and you don't need to make a choice. You are all a family, Joan, Don't be blinded by those little obsessions." Hurting them is as painful as you.

Qiao An watched Teacher Angel slowly sit back, the long hair hanging down into the teacup left a wet trace on the table of the short table, she watched in a daze as she picked up the tea and approached gracefully lips.

"Joan, do you have to hold on to those flaws?"

Angel didn't pay attention to Qiao An anymore. She watched her grow up and stumble all the way to today in the past ten years.She was shocked and saddened by what the Lougheds told her.She regards the Raffod couple as reborn parents, and she regards Joan as her own child.But today, her beloved child went astray surrounded by tents.

She held back several times and told Joan that I am the same as you, but how lucky you are, Joan.

Angel is not the angel of her parents, she is just a child who was born a squib and was humiliated by her parents and abandoned by her parents.She grew up alone in an orphanage and wandered on the streets.She slept through bridge holes, and fought with wild dogs for food. Those dark pasts are unimaginable.Look, Joanne, how lucky you are.What reason do you have to feel sad, hesitate to escape!

But she didn't say anything, she wanted to get out of the confusion by herself.She wants her to slowly recognize herself in all this and find a place for herself.

She watched Joan raise her moist eyes, and there was less confusion in them that made her feel distressed. She spoke to her in a tone that was almost pleading.

"Teacher, I want to go out for a walk, can you take me out for a walk?"

Angel suddenly felt sad, Joan still wanted to escape, but she didn't say anything to inspire her to reject her.Perhaps, she is still too young, she still needs time.

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33. Choosing is not giving up...

good.she answered her.

Three days later, Angel took Joan to England, along with Andris.

Joan didn't say a word about why she called Andris up.Joan and Andris also sometimes talk, but they are very polite and unfamiliar.

They followed the coastline, from north to south, from England to Scotland, all the way to London.On the way, Andris had already left because of the start of school, and Joan stood there watching his disappearing figure, his pursed lips turned white from the force.

Angel watched all this quietly, she watched them struggling and torturing each other.These are cruel in Joan's eyes, but beautiful in her eyes.She watched and cherished for them.

She is no longer like before, enlightening her or comforting her, such a somewhat indifferent attitude made Joan at a loss for a while.But people always grow up under persecution, and Andris can tell her in silence that giving is mutual and reciprocal.She can also tell her in silence that some things can only be found out by herself.What others only give you, even if it is correct, cannot be fully recognized by your heart.

So, Joann, grow up fast.

Half a month ago, she said to Joan who begged her, let's take a trip, before you enter school.Whether it is the American Intercontinental School of Magic or Hogwarts, make your choice as you like.But remember, choosing doesn't mean giving up.

They live in a wooden house in the forest, which is not big, but it is very clean.In addition to a small locker, there is only a bed and a wooden table.Maybe there are often travelers who pass by here, and a lot of food is prepared inside, and the tearful candles brightly illuminate the sight in the dark night.Joan saw a yellowed note on the rough table,

It says that this is specially prepared for people who get lost and have no place to stop during the journey. They can put down and use these things. Below the note is a hand-drawn map to indicate the direction.Teachers Joan and An Qier found many blurred thanks in the wooden house, engraved on the wall, or drawn on the wooden board with charcoal.

Angel put the things in her hands on the table and told her that they had been away for nearly four months, and Christmas would come soon. She said, Joan, are you going back?

go back?

Where to go?She walked along the river bank near the wooden house, looked at the deep blue sky in the morning, and saw the white birds fluttering in the forest. She stretched out her hand shrunk in her black coat to her mouth to breathe.She thought, teacher, you really gave me a problem.

From the beginning of the trip, she has been asking herself, what should I do?She wanted to know what to do, but she couldn't decide whether it was right or wrong.Sometimes she thinks, since she doesn't know, why bother thinking about it, I'm still young.Not knowing what to do is a matter of course, and there is no need to be ashamed or sad about it.

But she couldn't calm down in the passing time. Teacher Angel's eyes told her that she was worried about her, she was a little disappointed in her, and she shouldn't escape like this.

The river in front of her was deep, she suddenly thought, in fact, she just lacked a reason to be firm.

This kind of her is never like herself, she misses Lougheed Manor, Andris, grandparents.He also longed to be close to his father and brother Draco.In the morning she should take a walk in the garden of the estate, and in the afternoon she should have afternoon tea with her grandparents.She should have kissed him on the cheek and called him daddy when he appeared, she should have been true to herself in front of Draco's brother.

She understood that it was never difficult if she wanted to.

She just lacked a reason for her to be determined, she lacked a recognition, a boost to push her to do so.It's just that she didn't expect this reason, this help to appear so quickly.So I can only say, is it worthy of a father-daughter bond?

Joan walked along the river bank, and the wet and soft soil on the bank sank slightly with her footsteps, leaving a line of tiny footprints.She walked northward from this end of the cabin until she reached unfamiliar forests everywhere, and then turned around to look at the inconspicuous lonely footprints she had left on the river bank.

that kind of feeling