Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

bedroom.

Seeing Madison skillfully putting on her men's white shirt and pouring a glass of red wine, although Charles had long known that she belonged to the type who would be the veteran driver in the fish pond, he still felt as if he was the one who was given the opportunity in vain. That one.

"I don't know how to run that... sisterhood of witches."

Madison raised his head and drank a whole glass of red wine.

Of course she doesn't know how to manage, and she's not proficient in this skill. Not everyone can be like Batman, who can learn everything by reading a book.

Without the help of age-enhancing agents, Madison wasn't much older than Ciel.

But she had no such experience, but Ciel knew what to do.

"What you have to do is actually very simple."

"As long as you're always stronger than them, that's all."

It is indeed very simple, simple and crude, but it is very suitable for managing a wild witch like Su Zhen.

Many alien magical creatures are not highly educated and have simple thinking, which makes them easy to fool. At the same time, their simple thinking also makes them more advocating the rules of biological instinct, the law of the jungle and the strong.

Speaking of which, the situation of mutants is actually similar, especially in Lao Wan’s brotherhood. Once mutants awaken, their living environment will become very bad, they will not go to school as they should, and their emotions will fluctuate greatly in adolescence. They are still mutants. The peak of human awakening.

Therefore, there are not many highly educated mutants, and they are like rats crossing the street. They can only steal and rob. As time goes by, the quality of the group becomes worse and worse.

The situation of alien creatures is even worse. Some magical creatures whose appearance is too different from humans can't even go to elementary school. The wild witches in Su Town are not much better, because they have their own culture!I don’t give a damn about so-called education.

For the sake of tradition, Ava went to the worst school even though she might be a good student in both morals and academics. She shaved her head, wore various rings, got tattoos, and adopted a rock and roll style. Her academic qualifications were also worrisome.

"Sounds easy."

Madison was quite satisfied with this. Her family knew her own affairs, which made her unable to manage the witches in Sue Town like a company.

"I'll let Kaa stay and help you."

Ciel waved.

He shrunk himself into a rock python as thick as an arm, hung himself from the ceiling, coiled himself into a ball, and occupied the position above Ciel's head.

"You're back, Ciel."

The widow's magnetic voice sounded in Charles's heart.

Madison nodded. She had seen Kaa take action. This rock python was much more powerful in combat than her, and it could also communicate spiritually. Communication between the two was not a problem.

"This is a magic note."

Pay attention to the official account: Book Friends Base Camp Follow to get cash and coins!

"You can think of it as a magical version of a mobile phone."

Charles gave Madison potions, a lot of magic books, etc. Although it would be very convenient for him to return here after returning to England, he might be busy in the next period of time.

By then, you won’t necessarily be as free as you are now.

Clutching the notebook, Madison tapped it with her slender fingers.

She always felt that she had overlooked something in the past.

………………

"Are you really all right?"

Mrs. Whitley sat on the sofa and looked at Beth in surprise.

"I?"

Beth was as cheerful as a multi-vortex butterfly, holding her few beautiful dresses and quickly floating past Mrs. Wheatley.

"I'm okay, I'm fine, I'm great."

She said.

"I think you're fine too."

"It's just too good."

Mrs. Wheatley teased.

"What are you doing dressing up so beautifully? Are you ready to go out with your friends?"

After transferring to the new school, although Beth was not bullied, she had few friends. For this reason, Mrs. Whitley was always worried.

Beth hummed and said nothing.

But as if she thought of another possibility, Mrs. Whitley's expression suddenly changed.

"You have a boyfriend?"

The cheerful tune came to an abrupt end.

"What?! What kind of bastard! Beth, men don't have a good thing, be careful of being deceived by them!"

Seeing this, Mrs. Whitley didn't know that she had guessed correctly.

Although at Beth's age, having a boyfriend is nothing at all, and even tasting forbidden fruit for the first time is normal, no parent would agree with this, especially Beth is a girl.

Moreover, Mr. Wheatley had just abandoned the two of them, and Mrs. Wheatley was feeling angry.

Beth grew up in an orphanage. After adopting her, Mrs. Whitley never wanted to give her too much restraint and pressure, but this, this...

Not caring about gesturing about her clothes in front of the mirror, Beth held the clothes and sat next to Mrs. Whitley, saying in a rare coquettish way.

"Mother."

Mrs. Whitley remained unmoved, her expression still unhappy.

Beth thought for a moment and decided to tell Mrs. Whitley about Jumanji.

"Mom, I have to confess something to you."

As a result, before Beth could finish speaking, Mrs. Wheatley's face immediately turned horrified as soon as she said these words.

"Are you pregnant?"

It’s okay to have a boyfriend, but definitely not if you’re pregnant!

Beth didn't expect that Mrs. Whitley would tilt the building to the Titan satellite all of a sudden, and her face turned red. Even for a girl like her, this topic was too exciting.

"What are you thinking! How is this possible..."

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

After hearing the explanation, Mrs. Whitley just breathed a sigh of relief, and then the two of them heard the ding of the doorbell and looked at each other in confusion. They didn't know who would come to the door at this time, because no matter who they were, The social circle is pitifully small.

Only Beth's head turned faster. She vaguely felt that this might be the person she was waiting for.

"Who?"

Sure enough, as Mrs. Wheatley opened the door, Beth saw a familiar figure appearing outside the door.

"Hello, Ms. Whitley, first time meeting me, I am Chardiemer, I am Beth's friend."

Ciel showed what he thought was the most friendly and unrestrained smile.

Being good-looking means that he can do whatever he wants, from the little girl Hermione to Mrs. Whitley, he can kill them all!

And calmly, Charles revealed the Chevrolet Impala parked outside the yard behind him. Chevrolet is considered a high-end family car type, which shows that he has a good value.

This level of suggestion is just right. Turning the Impala into a Lamborghini is expensive, but it may put too much pressure on Mrs. Wheatley, who has lost her husband and is dependent on Beth. Chevrolet.

Charles is very familiar with the process of meeting his mother-in-law. Don't think that Westerners don't value things like money. Being from a well-established family is always a plus.

But what made Charles secretly puzzled was that Mrs. Whitley did not show the expected surprise or surprise. The young man seemed to have a calm expression. On the contrary, her face... seemed a little stiff?

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Charles's heart.

In his memory, Mrs. Wheatley was a drunkard, and Beth probably learned her drinking habits from her, but that was in the later stages.

She has a very good relationship with Beth, and she has always cared about Beth. Faced with Beth's narrow circle of friends who are worried, and a handsome and sunny boy like herself suddenly appears, she should welcome it, unless...

Mrs. Wheatley had a stiff face and said nothing. She just nodded to Charles, then turned around and disappeared from Charles' eyes and returned to the house.

Ciel cast doubtful eyes on Beth, and the latter. Although the latter forced a smile at Ciel and stuck out her tongue, which looked very playful, no matter how you looked at it, there was something very funny about it. It's a feeling of reluctance, and it seems to be mixed with some kind of meaning that you just ask for it.

Well, Ciel's bad feelings became clearer.

Sure enough, the next moment, he saw Mrs. Whitley, who had disappeared into the house, come out again. In her hand was a tool commonly used by housewives to clean furniture, commonly known as a feather duster.

"Friend? I think you are the bastard who lied to Beth!"

She roared like a lioness and charged forward waving a feather duster.

Ciel kept retreating, and of course he didn't dare to fight back.

Well, he knew it!

But how can I put it, in fact, Ciel is also familiar with this kind of situation where his father-in-law is beaten!