"I'm never going to laugh...... Hahahaha! ”

Fleur held the "black magic" book, covered her stomach in front of the hospital bed and laughed and sobbed, her delicate body rising and falling beside the bed. Ricardo stared at the ceiling in despair, wondering which planet to flee to.

As Nicol Lemay handed over the book, Ricardo righteously rejected the book that looked extremely dark, saying that he had justice in mind and could not accept the use of dark magic to become stronger.

"Dark magic doesn't bring life, it brings death!" He exclaimed, "How can you be alive if you are swayed by your emotions and fall into killing and madness!" That's just self-deception to live! ”

"This is definitely not the suffering of entering the ranks of the strong, but the trap of entering hell! Don't tell me to do anything to get stronger! People can't, at least not to! ”

Although the study of black arts last semester brought him an excellent killer weapon, it also brought him a bomb that could explode at any time, and under the two choices of safety and the temptation to become stronger, Ricardo still decided - a small life mattered.

Even if you study the magic pattern solidly, it is more reliable than black magic, at least there is no interference from all kinds of evil thoughts, and you don't experience the "seven sins". This "bitterness" is not traditional Chinese medicine, but a drug.

"I, Ricardo Silva, was killed, died outside, jumped from here, and I wouldn't have learned this thing!"

“……”

Nicol Lemay looked at him strangely for a long time, and said in a hesitant tone:

"I think...... You might as well ...... Look at the subtitle of the book? ”

"I'm never going to read this book! I'll just take a look at the title! ”

Ricardo dropped the harsh words, then glanced at the cover.

I saw that the neatly written title above was:

Dark Magic: Killing Techniques Descending from Soul Magic

“…… So...... The book is ......"

"So, this is a book that studies soul magic to black magic. The theme is how to go from black magic to soul magic, and I think it might be a little easier than learning this kind of ancient magic from the perspective of magic patterns. ”

"So...... Are you ready to learn? ”

“……”

Ricardo raised his head, glanced around with haughty eyes, and then took the book back into his arms:

"Emma is so fragrant."

(Hermione: ??? ）

Then he saw Fleur Delacour leaning against the door.

……

"I ...... Really...... I didn't expect ......" Fleur laughed so much that tears were about to flow out, "you...... Yes...... Interesting...... That'......"

"I really didn't expect you to show up at the door." Ricardo replied weakly.

This is Nicol Lemay's custom-made ward, not everyone can come in) - this is why he is inexplicably funny.

However, they seem to have a good relationship with Nicol Lemay, and last year she was also asked for a book on enchantment.

But he was also a little strange, why did the little girl laugh for so long? As for coming to this point?

Fleur laughed for a long time before she stopped and took out a gift box from her bracelet: "To, a gift for students to visit the teacher." ”

"Your mother did it?" Ricardo opened it and saw a number of macarons lined up neatly, and it was easy to see that it was not from the store - it was always a little irregular by hand.

"I did it myself!" There was a hint of pride in Fleur's tone, "I did it with my mother these days when you were battling with the air. ”

“……”

Ricardo automatically ignored a certain sentence.

It can be seen that these macarons are made by the other party, with crisp and thin shells and various colors, all made into the shape of hearts.

But Ricardo looked at the delicate food, but he was a little afraid to swallow: "I think with your brain's technique of splitting vegetables and cutting vegetables, boiling soup with clear water like a spring, and frying the kitchen with a blazing fire......"

It was a disaster, and he managed to put out the fire in the kitchen.

"I was only thirteen years old!" Fleur was shy and annoyed, her pretty face flushed, "Besides, I've been studying seriously for a year!" My mother said I was doing a good job! ”

"After all, it's family, and I won't ......"

"Shut up!"

She picked up a piece of macaron and ate it quickly: "It's always okay!" ”

The girl still had a small piece of cream hanging from the corner of her mouth, took a piece and fed it to Ricardo's mouth, urging, "Taste it." ”

Girl, macarons are small bites......

Ricardo couldn't push it, lowered his head and took a bite, but accidentally bit her finger, and his teeth gently bit her fingertips, and both sides were stunned for a moment.

Fleur Delacour's fingers are like snow-white pastries, with a slight cool touch mixed with an unknown fragrance.

Soon, he reacted, his teeth quickly loosened, and he raised his head embarrassedly: "I'm sorry......"

Just as the words of apology were about to be spoken, I saw the girl's hand quickly retract, pretending to be nothing, and picking up a small piece of macaron and stuffing it into her mouth, her eyes wandering.

That's like...... It's the same hand......

The words that had just reached his mouth were quickly swallowed by Ricardo and he began to chew on the food that had been stuffed into his mouth.

The shell is slightly crispy, the inside is soft and glutinous, and there are many auxiliary flavors that cannot be eaten. However, all the flavors are perfectly blended, and after eating, there is a feeling of unfinished taste.

This is a macaron, which was also relatively common in previous lives, with various fillings sandwiched between two slices of marzipan meringue, about 4cm in diameter, with a pronounced eversion skirt.

And the name of this macaron, it seems to ...... It seems to be called ...... Called......

The god sent the ghost to the ground, and his tongue licked the tooth.

Ricardo's face began to turn unnatural, and he twisted his head to the side, opened the book of Dark Magic: Killing Techniques Evolved from Soul Magic, and pretended to be serious.

But for some reason, his heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't see it at all.

Magical ...... against Soul Killing Macarons ...... Or magic that endangers the soul...... Beauty...... It's called Black Magic...... Edible ......

Ricardo couldn't read anymore. His heart was beating fast, and his brain was crammed with all sorts of strange things.

The girl's delicate face was as dazzling as the summer sun, and it seemed that she could smell the sweet fragrance of her body between her noses.

He took a deep breath, his brain racing, and forcibly recalled some of the punishment notices sent by the teaching director in his previous life, his various actions to catch puppy love, and his close cooperation with the class committee members.

…… Then he thought of the smile that the class president and the deputy class president showed in front of him holding hands at several graduation dinners, and the countless scenes of being ridiculed by the students for being single.

No, it really doesn't work.

Ricardo took a deep breath and forcibly cleared his brain with the mental power that was enough to resist Voldemort's sneak attack, and suppressed this strange desire, and when he opened his eyes again, the eyes looking at Fleur were clear again.

But in a trance, he seemed to hear four serious words floating in the distant sky:

Blocked ~ not ~ such as ~ sparse ~

……