Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"You know that potions need wands too."

"It's not for you."

Charles smiled and sat in front of Madison at the other end of the table.

Indeed, the brewing of potions also requires a magic wand. Maybe some simple potions don't need it. The wand just plays a stirring role, but the more advanced the potion is, the deeper it is combined with magic.

For example, Blessing Elixir, in the process of brewing, even needs the cooperation of spells.

"I have been a teacher in the Witch Academy for a period of time, and the witch herbalism there is suitable for you. If you are interested, I can let you read my memory."

Charles said tentatively.

Reading quietly, Madison, who actually didn't read a single word, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and closed the book in her hand with a snap.

Then slap it on the table.

"Boom!"

Ciel twitched, because his four poor fingers seemed to be regarded as a table by Madison.

"It's better to see how you hook up with those little witches in the academy, right? I guess, you must be very popular."

"But there is no way."

"Is this your fault, of course not, dear, I understand you."

Madison said angrily.

"And I need a statement."

"This book doesn't need to be suitable for me, as long as the content described in it is suitable for you."

After saying that, she got up and wanted to leave.

After all, what happened in the bathroom that morning could not be regarded as real evidence and proof. Madison was still angry, and she had reason to be angry.

Whether it's Charles' concealment or perfunctory.

Of course, it was impossible for Charles to let Madison continue the cold war, so he quickly grabbed Madison's hand.

"We need to talk."

he said.

Without breaking free, Madison sat down again.

"What are you talking about?"

She said in a bad tone.

Charles noticed that her voice seemed a little foggy, as if she was separated by water mist.

Obviously, she felt that she was wronged, and the fault of this matter was not hers, yet Charles spoke to her in such a serious manner.

Like it was her fault.

"I have something to tell you."

Madison's complexion was even worse.

Because she thought the beginning seemed familiar.

The next moment, she took a deep breath, and once again put on her own pride on her face, even though she was not as tall as Charles, she still seemed to be looking down on him.

"Say it."

she sneered.

"I'm in love with you."

"What?"

Madison could swear that his face stiffened for a moment, as if he had been instantly frozen by the Siberian cold wind.

"I have to admit, our first meeting was not pleasant."

"It's not out of love that I keep you by my side, it's more like a mutual benefit, but not long ago, I found out that I fell in love with you."

"true love."

"So I want to ask you."

"Will you be my girlfriend."

Madison was stunned for a while, then suddenly angrily pushed the book on the table into Charles' arms.

"I think you are really crazy, talking about these things in the middle of the night."

She stood up and left angrily.

This time, Charles didn't stop her, because he had already seen the arc of Madison's mouth unconsciously, obviously her mood wasn't as bad as it showed, wasn't it.

Madison left the lab.

Charles let out a sigh of relief, and then took out the notebook from his arms.

Ella's cutie contacted him again, but she couldn't be made to wait too long. After all, Ella helped to refer to how to extinguish Madison's angry flame.

Compared to Hermione, who has nothing to do and does routine work, Ella prefers this kind of text chat. She will chat with Charles after finishing the housework every day.

There has been a vague tendency to regard this thing as a text message.

"Look, I'll tell you I can't be wrong."

Charles touched the words on the notebook, felt the ups and downs of facing him directly, and extracted what she really wanted to say from Ella's long sentence.

Synaesthesia cannot communicate with memories and thoughts, so after discovering that Ella seems to be a little familiar, and seems to have some ideas, Charles also revealed some things to her one after another, such as Madison, And now the trip to America.

But after all, synaesthesia is seeing what I see and feeling what I feel. If the two of them are chatting happily and Hermione suddenly cuts the angle of view, the text will reveal everything.

So sometimes, they will use the depressions on the paper to jump text content to communicate real information.

Ella is very smart, and she quickly mastered this skill, which is not difficult for the princesses. It is almost their natural passiveness to write a sentence full of flowers, gorgeous and beautiful.

After chatting with Ella again, Ciel put away his notebook.

Hermione is now familiar with the sisters, going home every day, going to the secret tree house, and hanging out with her girlfriends, it feels a bit like doing nothing.

Aisha and Jasmine are the busiest. After all, they are queens, not princesses, and they are rarely seen.

Baixue, Ailuo, these guys who are in danger in their own world and can only hide in the tree house, don't know how to do business every day, they only know how to eat, drink and have fun, and they have long since forgotten about danger and evil alliance.

It was Hermione who they led badly.

Only Ella didn't put all her energy on eating, drinking and having fun, but liked to chat with Shire, whether it was gaining knowledge from here or simply communicating, so the relationship between the two of them became acquainted strangely and quickly.

In fact, Ciel still prefers the exotic Jasmine to the delicate house girl Ella.

Because her belly dancing is really good.

So even if there are only a few archives, Shire still has a deep memory and is hard to forget.

pity.

Charles put away his notebook and walked out of the laboratory.

The low air pressure in the room had disappeared, and it seemed that Madison was in a much better mood. Charles smiled and walked into the bedroom.

………………

"Ding!"

early morning.

Ciel once again felt the magic he had left on the hotel door triggered, and in his sleepy eyes, he put his arms around Madison and launched Apparation again.

In a trance, he felt that this scene seemed a little familiar.

But this time, before he got up, Madison next to him stretched out his arms and strangled his neck fiercely.

"What did I say yesterday?"

She was also in a drowsy sleep and hadn't opened her eyes yet.

Charles finally got rid of her chokehold, put on his clothes, and opened the hotel door.

Outside the door, Amy was still there, but this time there was an extra David beside her.

Well, this scene is more familiar.

Charles breathed out impatiently.

"Give me a reason."

"What made you knock on the door so early in the morning."

It was David who knocked on the door. Because of his familiarity, he didn't think there was any difference between magicians and ordinary people. It was just that they knew more magic than ordinary people.

"Lesas is calling."

"He gave up looking for that demon."

David said hastily.

Charlton paused, squinted his eyes and yawned.

"Why, he doesn't want to avenge his daughter? Does he have a clue?"

"Uh, no."

David shook his head.

"Lesas said... said he was in love."

"He said it himself."