Chapter 366: Extremely Boring Magic
"What do you mean?" Carl was a little confused.
Mrs. Joseph also noticed this and said apologetically.
"I'm sorry. I was a little willful just now and immersed myself in memories. I think you haven't remembered the inventor of this magic yet."
"In fact, there is no need to recall it, because the inventor of this magic is my current husband, Louis Lestrange."
Mrs. Joseph smiled, a very sincere smile. The woman carefully placed the small flower in her hand on her chest.
"I was only six years old in 1960, and Europe had just recovered from the shadow of World War II."
"My whole family returned to France from the United States to live with my distant uncle, General Charles de Gaulle, a famous French hero during World War II."
"My parents were very excited at the time. They finally returned to their homeland that they had longed for."
“But for me, it was a disaster.”
Mrs. Joseph sighed. It seemed that the memory was not a good one. She continued with a lonely look in her eyes.
"For a little girl who was born in the United States and speaks a thick American accent, how could those proud French kids treat her well?"
"They isolated me, excluded me, laughed at me for not speaking French and even made fun of my last name."
"Laugh at me as a de Gaulle who can't speak French."
"Finally, after one episode of bullying, I couldn't stand it anymore and sneaked out of the academy."
"I ran all the way to the forest behind the school. I didn't know how long I ran until the moonlight shone on me."
“I just realized that I was completely lost.”
I have to say that this lady is really a good actor. While recalling the past, her body also began to move in line with the story.
She slowly squatted down against the wall and curled up into a ball, looking like a girl lost in the forest.
"There were trees all around me and I couldn't tell the direction at all. I could hear all kinds of wild animal noises all around me."
"I was so scared at the time. Just when I was about to burst into tears, I found that someone else had started crying before me."
"Louis Lestrange?" Carl asked appropriately.
"That's right." Mrs. Joseph nodded with a smile, "The cry was so loud that it echoed throughout the forest."
"I was about to cry, but the noise made me feel annoyed, so I just followed the sound of the crying and went over there."
"I found him crying under a big tree."
"Do you know what I did at that time?" Mrs. Joseph asked Carl with interest.
Karl did not spoil the fun. After thinking carefully, he spoke calmly.
"Based on your performance just now, you are very likely to go up to him and kick him first, then put your hands on your hips and point your finger at him."
"Directly ordering someone not to cry is of course not going to work, and you'll probably hit him."
Hearing this, the smile on Mrs. Joseph's face became even brighter, and she kept nodding her head.
"I guessed everything right. I severely punished the crying kid and ordered him to stop crying."
"I took out all my anger at being bullied on the other person, but in the end when the other person really didn't cry."
“I couldn’t help crying again.”
"Then our Mr. Lestrange, after seeing you crying, immediately became at a loss and tried desperately to comfort you."
"And then he found out that he couldn't comfort the other person at all, so he finally performed that magic trick?"
This time, without waiting for the other party to ask, Carl spoke directly to answer.
Mrs. Joseph on the side was not angry either. She wanted to open her arms to show Carl how big the sea of flowers was at that time.
As a result, because her hands and feet were bound by magic, she could only open her palms as wide as possible, which made her movements look very funny.
She looked like a penguin that couldn't touch its own belly, but even so, she didn't feel embarrassed.
His eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke excitedly.
"Yes, the sea of flowers was this big at that time, with irises of various colors floating gently in the moonlight."
"That was the first time I saw magic. It was so beautiful, the moment I saw those flowers."
"All the grievances and pains disappeared in an instant, and I ran around like a boy in the flower fields."
"Finally, I dragged him around in the flower fields until I was too tired and then I slowly fell asleep."
"What happened next?" Carl asked. "Even if this story is very cliché, I want to hear the ending."
"Later." Mrs. Joseph nodded slightly. "The plot was indeed a bit cliché. When I woke up."
"I was already in my mother's arms. She held me and cried non-stop, and I kept telling them everything I saw at that time."
"But they didn't believe my story. They thought I was just dreaming because I was too tired. But I always believed that it was not a dream."
"Because even though the flowers have disappeared, I can still smell a hint of fragrance at the tip of my nose."
"until......."
"Until you met Louis Lestrange again." Carl spoke up again.
"Yes?" Mrs. Joseph nodded slightly. "I recognized him the first time I saw him."
"You're still so cowardly. It's ridiculous that you're still bullied by Muggles even though you have magic."
"But it didn't matter by then."
"What a beautiful story!" Carl clapped softly, but his face was extremely cold as he looked at the woman in front of him.
Said with disdain.
“If this were an essay, or a short story, I’d probably give it some credit.”
"But if you want me to believe this is reality, I can only say that it's a bit too much bullshit out there."
"Even if it's Mr. Louis Lestrange, this story happened to you when you were a child, and your heart hasn't changed at all, but as time goes by."
"How can you be sure that he hasn't changed? People change, whether they are wizards or Muggles."
“As time goes by, who knows what the other person will become.”
"It's a fascinating story, but I still can't believe you. I will leave this castle as soon as possible after all the rude things you said and did before."
"I can pretend that I know nothing, but the Lestrange family will pay the price for this."
Carl turned around expressionlessly and prepared to leave, but just as he was about to leave the secret room and end this ridiculous conversation that made him feel embarrassed.
Mrs. Joseph suddenly said in a disdainful tone.
"What if I tell you that he taught me this magic?"
