The Magical Journey of the Platinum Spirit

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Joan's eyes widened, and the youthful phantom of the ancestor Clement slowly passed through the wall. He straightened his back proudly and sat down on the dressing stool not far from the window.He even turned the overly gorgeous silver buttons on his robe with distaste for facing the mirror.

But her father and brother told her without any reaction that they couldn't see the ancestor.

Clement smiled gratifiedly at the elf who was about to awaken, and there seemed to be a trace of golden brilliance in his eyes between light gray and gray blue. "Don't worry about not being able to use magic power. Elves use spiritual power, which is different from magic. You are a noble elf, and I will give you the spiritual skills that elves should be familiar with in the future." His subconscious meaning is that magic is too powerful. It's low-level, so it doesn't matter if you don't learn it.

Clement looked at Joan's unchanged face, Lucius's and Draco's cold and temperatureless eyes, hesitated for a second, and compromised a little considering their ability to accept.

"If you wish, I will tell you how to convert spiritual power into magic power. The condition is that you will not return to Hogwarts before you truly awaken. During the period, you must learn from me what an elf should learn"

"So, Joan wasn't deceived by the unicorn patriarch, but awakened early under the catalysis of his blood?"

Lucius' voice was calm, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of Clement's voice. Can the ancestor walk out of the study? !This fact made him restless again.

"Or what do you think?" Clement chuckled, "Lucius, I found that you are becoming more and more unwise," he tapped his slender and beautiful index finger in Joan's line of sight. Between the forehead, the smile is somewhat helpless and somewhat disappointed. "In this world, being an enemy of elves is the most unwise choice. What gave you the illusion that unicorns will deceive a descendant of elves?"

After Clement finished speaking, he didn't look at Lucius' expression again, he didn't bother to look at it.

Instead, he beckoned to Qiao An who was staring at him in a daze, and smiled very 'kindly', but this smile was extremely discordant on his delicate and beautiful face like a boy.Joan looked at him in confusion. On the one hand, she was happy that she could actually use magic. On the other hand, she couldn't ignore the apparently uneasy atmosphere between her father and the ancestor.

Qiao An settled down and got off the bed hesitantly. The pajamas on her body were all of the same style, simple and elegant, and the fabric was very comfortable.

The author has something to say: I will still go to the city hospital tomorrow, taking various medicines and acupuncture.I will try my best to type, and the text is about to end a few times, so I am too embarrassed to say it.Well, let’s look at it, there are really not many left~~ Thank you rainning for always showering me with flowers.

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48. Love and be loved...

When Joan passed by Draco, Draco pulled her into his arms. He held her and looked at the place where Clement was. In fact, he could inexplicably feel that the ancestor—Ke Clemente's position, even the silhouette.

Regarding Draco's actions, Clement did not show any dissatisfaction, and was even happy to see the results. He shrugged his shoulders to Joann to express his helplessness.so cute.Joan smiled.

"Rest well and get ready to wake up," he said. "I'll see you anytime."

Followed by Clement's disappearing voice, and Lucius' darkened face, this ancestor who is becoming more and more self-conscious has simply exceeded the limit of his acceptance, and the rules of previous Malfoy being the only patriarch are in front of him It's just waste paper.

Lucius thought of all his roars and threats, and suddenly felt that he really didn't understand this extremely proud and arrogant ancestor.

He looked down at the silhouettes of Joan and Draco reflected on the floor in the morning light, and suddenly couldn't tell whether the position in his heart was right or wrong.

The first time Joan converted spiritual power into magic power under Clement's instruction and transformed it in the air was in 20, December NO.[-], at three o'clock in the afternoon.The beautiful staff in her hand fell to the ground with a snap.Under the sun, Clement's phantom had some colorful halos, she looked at him foolishly,

It's almost Christmas?

Oh, of course, my elf.Look at the little ears on your head are scared to disappear.

Joan stretched out his hands to cover his head in embarrassment, his long hair was soft and beautiful between his fingers.The first ancestor said that the signs of her awakening have become more and more obvious, and the characteristics of the elves have gradually revealed.Perhaps only one point of contact is needed to achieve it.But sometimes it is like this. This point of contact looks very close and simple, but maybe it will not be met for a long time in the future.

It has only been a few days since she came back from the Forbidden Forest, but in a daze, she will soon be 14 years old.In the few days before and after, she spanned four years!

At the beginning, Joan was not used to standing beside Draco. The height difference between the two had changed from so much before to so little now, and he always felt awkward.

At this time, Draco would always gently touch her head and say: No matter what Joan becomes, she is still my most precious sister. Look, my brother is still taller than you.

Joan smiled lightly, her long platinum hair seemed to be dazzled by a thin layer of sunlight.She ran away from Draco, leaning against the thick dovewood tree.The raised face is full of smiles.

"Brother, the ancestor promised to let me go to the Hogwarts Yule Ball."

After finishing speaking, she quietly closed her eyes and breathed in the peaceful and beautiful smell in the air. In fact, she was not looking forward to the Christmas ball.But she wanted to see Andris, and the suppression of this desire in her heart had almost reached its peak.

Two days ago, she said to the ancestor: You are so cruel.

Clement replied with a smile: The world is a machine that is constantly operating, and no one can stop life, old age, sickness and death.Everything happens for a reason, and if you must look for a reason, you will find it.

Joan pointed the beautiful wand in his hand at him and said: So I was chosen, so there is no reason to struggle?So I want to watch the people I love and love me slowly grow old one by one, and I am the only one who is stuck in time and suffers alone? !

In theory, no one can resist the laws of nature.

The smile on Clement's face seemed extremely ironic to Joan. For the first time, she had the urge to rush over like a madman and knock off the mask on his face. In fact, she did the same. up.

But Clement's phantom fluctuated slightly like the ripples on the water surface, and continued to say to her with the same smile: ordinary people always have many regrets that cannot be achieved in their lives. Think about the ones you have. stuff, you know you'll need to spend more to replace it.

Friendship, family affection, love, these intangible but important things, you will experience and lose them one by one.Because you are a Malfoy, an ancient elf, this is your responsibility.Looking at the green wood ring in your hand, did it suddenly appear when you were six years old?It is the essence of the tree of life of the elves, and it is the symbol of the elf queen.

The laws of nature have already chosen you, and you cannot escape.

Joan staggered and supported the wooden chair next to him and slowly squatted down. In Clement's extremely cruel words, tears streamed down his face silently.

Her voice was choked, and her tear-filled eyes were as pale golden as Clement's: Do you know how cruel this is to me!How can you say so lightly!What are you planning in your heart, I, father and brother, have never cared about it, but please think about it for me, okay?

You can't resist.

Clement spit out these words lightly, completely ignoring Joan's struggle and tears.

Think of the house elves who have been humbled for thousands of years, and the goblins who are ugly and trapped in worldly money. What reason do you have to escape?

It's all your fault!

So what, it's you who should bear it now.

Joan looked at Clement who was shamelessly rebutting in astonishment, and suddenly laughed uncontrollably, tears flowed into his mouth along the arc of the laugh, salty.

She said to Clement: You always say that your father is not a qualified Malfoy. If the real Malfoy is like you, that would be the scariest thing!Yes, you are terrible!

After finishing speaking, Joan ignored the ancestor Clement, turned around and returned to the manor, picked up the paintbrush again, and added a few lines without any aesthetic feeling on the messy canvas painted yesterday as if venting.

Go to Hogwarts, go to the Yule Ball.This didn't get Clement's permission at all, but Joan inexplicably wanted to refute any of his disapproval.

Jo leaned against the pigeon tree quietly, and watched Draco smiling gently with his open eyes not far from her.

He said: That's great.

Sunlight fell into his delicate eyebrows from the treetops, and the undisguised pampering between his brows rushed straight into her heart.Qiao Jing was silent for a second, closed her eyes fiercely, turned around and stretched out her hands to cling to the pigeon wood.Let the fresh breath of the tree fill the nose.

Brother, Andris.

Brother, Draco.

Draco, Andris.

At some point, she suddenly soberly discovered that there were two people living in her heart.

Friendship, family affection, love, these intangible but important things, you will experience and lose them one by one.

Joan turned his back to Draco and couldn't hold back the tears again.

Standing behind her, Draco smiled and said: Joan, is it my honor to invite you to be my dance partner?

She nodded fiercely, but inexplicably thought of that stubborn Andris,