McGonagall sat up from the bed, and across from her sat a man who looked exactly like him, also wearing a bear pajamas.

The two stared at each other with wide eyes, looking at each other, it was simply carved out of a mold.

If she hadn't just woken up from her sleep, McGonagall would have almost thought she was still dreaming.

"Meow Meow~" The ugly duckling lay on the side of the bed, turning his head left and right, looking confused.

"Hee-hee~" Amy looked at McGonagall and laughed happily.

"Xiaomi, what is this?" McGonagall looked at Amy, the little guy's expression said it all, but the person in front of him looked so similar to herself, like a real person, that he could barely tell the difference, and he didn't know how Amy got it.

"Father, this is my new magic." Amy stretched out her little hand and waved it over someone, and continued with a smile: "You see, it's fake, but it looks like it's real. Master Julian asked me to change the most powerful thing, and then I changed my father into something else. ”

McGonagall looked at the self in front of her who had changed into a chef's uniform one after another, a black regular suit, and a skirt to put on her body, and hurriedly raised her hand to stop her: "Okay, okay, my father saw it, it's really powerful." ”

The only one who can play the illusion magic into a miracle is probably his own daughter.

But the women's clothing boss or something, he refuses to try, even if it's just to put on the illusion.

"Father, you think it's amazing, too!" Amy's eyes lit up, and she looked at McGonagall a little puzzled, "However, Master Julian said that it's best not to conjure you up when fighting. ”

"I think Mr. Julian's words are quite reasonable." McGonagall nodded approvingly.

The little guy's idea is very dangerous, other people's magicians fight, it's all dragons, fire phoenixes flying around, when she comes here, what is the matter of conjuring up a person, is it to let him run after the dragon with a kitchen knife?

This picture ...... Just thinking about it, McGonagall felt a little spicy, is there such a magician who plays magic?

"Well~ Isn't my father willing to fight for Amy? However, in my heart, my father is the most powerful and powerful. Amy pursed her mouth, lowered her eyes, and said with an aggrieved expression.

"Okay, good, Xiaomi can use whatever it wants, I don't think there's a problem at all." McGonagall looked at Amy's aggrieved appearance and felt like her heart was melting, and there was only one thought in her head: 'Promise her!' Promise her! ’

This little pitiful appearance, there is no way to stop it, okay!

"Really meow!" Amy's eyes lit up again, and she asked, looking at McGonagall with wide, bright eyes.

"Of course." McGonagall nodded earnestly, looked at the illusion of a kitchen knife in her hand, and suggested, "However, I think maybe he can replace his kitchen knife with a long sword or something, and wear another armor, so that it will look more imposing." ”

There's no way to change it, but at least it's a handsome look, and it's a matter of carrying a kitchen knife.

"No." Amy's head shook like a rattle, and said seriously: "I think my father is the most majestic in this dress, and that kitchen knife can make all kinds of delicious food, I like this kind of father the most." ”

"It's good if you're happy." McGonagall hides her face, forget it, for the sake of her daughter's happiness, she doesn't want to have this face.

"Okay!" Amy jumped happily on the bed, and the ugly duckling, who had just managed to climb up half of his body, was bounced out again, rolled twice on the carpet, and looked up at Amy pitifully.

"Ugly duckling, do you have any grievances against me?" Amy looked at the ugly duckling and asked in a somewhat dangerous tone.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling got up from the ground with a grunt, shaking his head eagerly.

"Okay, since you woke up early today, let's get up early." McGonagall glanced at the bedside alarm clock, which was exactly five o'clock, smiled and touched Amy's hair, got up and changed her clothes.

"Sister Barbara is sleeping, should I wake her up?" After washing, Amy asked in a low voice as she looked at the closed door.

"Let her sleep again, it's still early for her to go to work." McGonagall smiled and shook her head, heading downstairs to prepare the ingredients she needed for the morning.

"Ugly duckling, I have a big baby for you." Amy squatted down in front of the ugly duckling, her little hands behind her back, looking at the ugly duckling with some mystery.

"Meow!" The ugly duckling's eyes widened, jumping left and right, looking at Amy's hand expectantly.

"Look." Amy brought her hand to the front, and the ugly duckling stepped forward to sniff it, took two steps back, and made a gesture of pounce.

"Wow!"

Amy let go of her hand at once, and a colorful bird flew out of her hand and flew past the nose of the ugly duckling.

The ugly duckling, who was just about to jump, reacted slowly for a few seconds, then fell backwards stiffly, stared on the ground and looked at the birds flying around the restaurant, and after a while, he got up again and ran after the bird.

"Come on, ugly duckling!" Amy screamed happily, and the sound of laughter like silver bells echoed through the dining room.

"Birds?" Amy was having fun with the ugly duckling, and Barbara came down from the stairs and saw a colorful bird flying, hesitated for a moment, raised her hand to imprison it with space magic, and prepared to release it outside.

"Poof—"

However, the imprisoned colored bird struggled a few times before turning into a cloud of purple gas and disappearing without a trace.

"Illusions?" Barbara's face showed a bit of surprise, although she was a little confused when she first woke up, but this little bird was lifelike, and the magic fluctuations were extremely weak, which could make her not recognize it at the first time, proving that the caster was interested in illusion magic.

The ugly duckling suddenly stopped, looking left and right.

"I've been caught!" Amy looked at Barbara with wide eyes, rolled her eyes, and tapped her fingers.

Barbara wondered where the phantom bird had come from, and when she turned her head, McGonagall had appeared beside her silently.

"Hmm! How did you suddenly show up! Barbara was so frightened that she took two steps back and glared at McGonagall, who couldn't even make a sound of footsteps as she walked.

"Hahaha~"

Amy leaned back with laughter.

"What's wrong?" McGonagall poked her head out of the kitchen when she heard the voice, and when she saw McGonagall standing in front of the counter, and Barbara, who was a little frightened, she couldn't help but laugh angrily, "Amy, don't play pranks." ”

"It turned out to be an illusion." Barbara also came back to her senses, looking at the lifelike McGonagall, which looked almost indistinguishable from the real person except for the lack of sparkle in her eyes.

"What a talent." Barbara turned to look at Amy, and couldn't help but admire in her heart.