The carriage came to a halt as if it had hit something, and McGonagall put her arm around Amy, looking in the direction of the curtain with some wariness, hearing that the coachman had been knocked down, and that it was not good for someone to come.

"The voice?" Crassus frowned slightly.

Amy was hugged by McGonagall, and the ugly duckling who was lying on the seat was left unattended, and was thrown off the chair by inertia, and then rolled out of the curtain.

"It's Sister Irina!"

Amy exclaimed in surprise when she heard the voice, and lifted the curtains.

"Irina?" McGonagall looked in the direction of the curtain.

An elf in a white dress stood in front of the carriage, pinched the ugly duckling that shrunk into a ball and trembled with two fingers, and looked at it in front of him, his delicate and beautiful face full of curiosity.

The warm autumn sun fell on her body, as if a golden veil was draped over her.

The long silver hair was casually draped behind him, slightly raised by the autumn wind, like a fairy who had just come down from the sky.

Above the center of the eyebrows, a little golden crescent moon adds a bit of holiness.

It was like the first snow in winter, the tender tip that had just broken the ground, and the drop of dew on the petals of a hundred flowers, made McGonagall's heart tremble.

"Is this what it feels like to be excited?" McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, Alex's memories did not fluctuate in the slightest, nor did they affect him in any way, this was the first time this beautiful elf had entered his world.

Like a spring breeze, blowing a river of spring water.

"It's all fat into a ball, if it's stewed, there should be a pot, right?" Irina stared at the ugly duckling for a moment, thinking seriously.

Amy hurriedly shook her head and said with a serious face: "No, no, no, I can't stew it now, Sister Irina, the ugly duckling will become a white swan in the future, I heard my father say that the roast goose is super delicious!" ”

Irina looked at the ugly duckling and said with some suspicion, "Is it like this?" Can this ball grow into a white swan? Is the roast goose really delicious? ”

"Yes, yes, my father said that the little match girl forgot to go home to eat in order to see the roast goose, and starved to death outside the roast goose shop, and the roast goose must be very, very delicious." Amy nodded.

Irina nodded thoughtfully, "That's right, let's raise it again." ”

"Uh-huh." Amy took the ugly duckling back from Irina's hand and held it in her arms.

"Meow meow~" The ugly duckling shrank his head and screamed twice aggrievedly, why should he bear this kind of pressure at a young age.

McGonagall hid her face, there was no need to question it, this must be her own mother, even the brain circuits were exactly the same.

"Little Irina, it's really you, why does this sound so familiar." Crassus smiled and squeezed his eyes at Irina, "You just beat Brent's dead fat man in the Mage Tower, right?" ”

"Yes, old man with a white beard, long time no see." Irina nodded at Crassus, clenched her fists and said, "That dead fat man, I saw a beating, and today when I arrived in Luodu, I will beat him first to make myself happy." ”

"I also think that beating that dead fat man is particularly relieving, and the slap thrown out this morning has made my body and mind feel comfortable." Crassus nodded thoughtfully, and said with some doubts: "However, how do you know little Amy?" ”

"Little Amy......" Irina's eyes lit up, her name is Amy, her nickname is Xiaomi, silver hair and blue eyes, is all this really just a coincidence?

"This ......" McGonagall looked at Irina, and countless ways to deal with it flashed in her mind, but she couldn't find a perfect solution.

Amy still misses her mother, so what kind of longing does Irina have for Amy, you can guess without much thought, he really can't eat again to make them regret missing out.

Irina looked up at McGonagall, her blue eyes flickering with a bright light, trying to find out from him the person she had been thinking about all day and night.

This man with a two-handful mustache is handsome, but it is completely different from Alex's appearance, even if it is also a pair of black eyes, there is no trace of Alex.

Alex's eyes are not like this, and eyes do not deceive, they are the windows of the soul.

The only thing that can be considered similar is height, but Alex is more muscular.

"Is he Alex or not? Or is he hiding himself completely in order to hide his identity? Countless questions flashed in Irina's heart, and she looked away with some difficulty, looked at Crassus and said with a relaxed face: "I don't know each other with Xiaomi, just now when I beat the dead fat man, Xiaomi also helped." ”

Amy nodded and said happily, "Yes, yes!" Master Crassus, you see, I didn't learn from you how to shoot people with a chair, I learned it from Sister Irina. ”

"But, Sister Irina, did you stun our coachman with a chair?" Amy asked with a look at the coachman lying on the ground, as well as the wood chips on the ground.

"This ...... I thought of him a little too much. Irina glanced at the coachman, and stuck out her little tongue a little embarrassed, quite playful.

"We're going to Renhe Food Street, but the driver is gone, so what should we do now?" Amy suddenly said with some sorrow.

Irina's eyes lit up, "Food court, I want to go too, but now I need someone to catch the car." ”

Then, all eyes fell on McGonagall.

Irina looked at McGonagall, remembered the scene when she first met Alex, and ordered with a straight face: "I am the elf princess Irina, and now, I order you to be my chauffeur and take us to Renhe Food Street." ”

"I want to refuse such an order, but why do I feel so happy?" McGonagall's mood was suddenly complicated, and she felt that this was inexplicably familiar, could it be that he was actually a queen control? Or is it a jitter M?

"No, no, no! It must not be like this! It has to be an S...... Yes! McGonagall threw the strange thought out of her head and said, "I'm a cook, not a coachman." ”

"Then you don't want to catch a car for me?" Irina looked into McGonagall's eyes.

"How can it be, my father's car is in a hurry, Sister Irina, get in the car quickly." Before McGonagall could speak, Amy had already snatched the conversation, then gently touched McGonagall's arm with her elbow, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Father, you will not like this young lady." ”

“……”

McGonagall watched as Amy opened her mouth, speechless.

"Get in the car, Your Highness Princess." McGonagall got up a little helplessly and got out of the carriage, looked at Irina and said.