Chapter 11： Amy's wish (recommended)

A Yangzhou fried rice meal, McGonagall sat for a while, these cherished ingredients mixed together to make fried rice, really not only tastes superior.

The most intuitive effect is to relieve fatigue. I got up to do two fatigues of Yangzhou fried rice in the morning. After eating a Yangzhou fried rice, it has completely disappeared. Now it is warmer than drinking Red Bull.

"It should be mainly the reason for that meter. After eating rice for three meals a day, the physical quality should be able to improve steadily." McGonagall thought, the most precious of these ingredients is to use the spring of life to irrigate. The rice that was planted.

"Millet, do you have any feeling after eating rainbow fried rice?" McGonagall looked at Amy and asked, she had half of the elf blood on her body. Didn't there be any adverse reaction to eating the rice that was irrigated by this spring of life?

“Feeling super delicious!” Amy held a small bowl on the table, extended a pink tongue and licked a piece of rice at the corner of her mouth, watching Meg seriously nod.

McGonagall stunned, and couldn't help but smile. This answer was not a problem, but he turned and asked: "Where is it delicious and good-looking? Is there any place where the body feels uncomfortable?"

"Body?" Amy thought for a moment, shook his head, and after a while, nodded again.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" McGonagall stood up from the chair and leaned forward to look at Amy. His face was a little nervous.

"That is... it feels like there is a fire in the body that burns. It used to be, but it was not as hot as it is now, a little uncomfortable. Father, adult, what happened to Xiaomi?" Amy looked at McGonagall, a small face. This will have become a little bit red, a bit puzzled to see McGonagall, it seems quite calm.

McGonagall was a little panicked. He thought that Amy had half of the elf's blood. Eating the rice irrigated by this spring of life should be a lot of benefits, but now it seems that this is not the case, but it seems to have inspired her. What is bad in the body.

Looking at Amy's face, Meg's mind couldn't think of the slightest way. This is not a child's fever. This situation did not find a way to deal with the memory of the predecessor, looking at Amy's face. More and more red, suddenly remembered something, reached out and took Amy’s hand and said: "Millet, let me go, let's go to the Grey Temple..."

"Father, I seem to know what to do." Amy retracted her hand and shook her head. The little right hand was lifted up in front of her, palms up, like holding something.

"Millet, are you?" McGonagall looked at Amy with some puzzles.

Suddenly, a blue-violet flame rose from her palm and slammed up a half-meter-high flame. The horrible temperature distort the air.

McGonagall almost subconsciously stepped back two steps, even the chair was brought to the ground by him, squinting at the blue-violet flame that slowly jumped in Amy's palm, the flame tongue gradually condensed, and finally became A small blue-violet fireball.

"Millet, are you okay?" McGonagall looked at Amy and asked, the fireball looked smaller than Amy's little hand, but the temperature was a little scary, and he felt a dangerous atmosphere, worried about Amy. But I can't get closer, and I can't help but be more anxious.

"Father, I am fine, you see this fireball, so cute, is this magic?" Amy shook her head, the red on her face had faded a lot, and the fireball on her hand was full of excitement, just like watching What interesting toys are generally.

Magog sighed and watched Amy slowly return to normal face. It seems that the appearance of this fireball has balanced her high temperature and discomfort, but looking at the blue-violet fireball, her eyes are slightly lifted, he also Can't be sure if this is magic, shouldn't the fire of normal fireball be red?

Amy looked at McGregor, who was slightly squinting, but she showed a little flustered look. When the hand trembled, the fireball in her hand disappeared. She took her hand back and lowered her head like a wrong thing. Generally speaking: "Don't be angry with the father, Xiaomi knows the wrong, and will not mention the things that he wants to learn magic later." After reading the sneak peek at McGonagall, the expression on the small face was aggrieved.

"Well?" McGonagall looked at Ami, who suddenly admits the mistake, hesitated. He quickly found the answer in the memory of his predecessor. The original predecessor was to protect his identity and to protect Amy. He has been very low-key after coming to the city of chaos.

When Amy goes out, she must wear a hat that covers her ears, just to prevent others from discovering that she is a half-elf, and she has shown a strong interest in magic since she was a child, but she is strictly required not to touch anything related to magic. Not to mention learning magic.

McGonagall looked at the wronged Amy, and couldn't help but feel distressed. The predecessor wanted to keep a low profile and let Amy live like an ordinary person. He tried to protect her behavior and he could understand.

But understanding does not mean approval. He will not do anything to suppress Amy's nature. And from his point of view, the low-key is correct, but it is a mediocre low-key, but it is a lie to comfort yourself.

In the past life, he once read a sentence, mediocrity is not terrible, terrible is to spend a lifetime of mediocrity, but also to lie to his plain is true.

Maggie Alex's life can of course not be described as mediocrity, but he wants to make Amy mediocre for a lifetime, which is unacceptable to McGonagall.

The blood of the princess, the strongest knight and elf of humanity, might be a genius?

After all, just after the fireball Amy is undirected, the memory of the former body, such a fireball is not in the heyday, he is not willing to hit.

Looking at Amy, who looked down at the index finger, McGonagall was soft at once, and her lovely daughter, of course, she could do whatever she wanted. Of course, he should bear the responsibility for this kind of thing.

"Millet, looked up at me." McGonagall said with a smile.

"Father, adults, Xiaomi doesn't learn..." Amy hesitated, looked up and looked at McGonagall. Although today's father is very amiable, she still remembers when she said that she had to learn magic last time, her father was angry. She didn't want her father to be angry and didn't want him to be unhappy.

"No, Xiaomi, starting today, I don't object to you learning magic. When the restaurant starts to open, after making money, I will send you to the Grey Temple to learn magic." Maggie smiled and interrupted Amy's words and looked at it. Her eyes said seriously.

“Really?” Amy snorted and looked at McGonagall. The surprise was a bit unbelievable.

"Of course it is true." McGonagall nodded. "But it may take a little longer because the restaurant opened today..."

"Father, you are very good, Xiaomi loves you!" Meg's words have not been finished, Amy has slipped from the chair, and suddenly fell into his arms, holding his face and kissing. Take a sip, then look up at Meg, and the face is full of seriousness: "Millet will become a very powerful magician, protecting his father, this is Xiaomi's wish."

"Okay, I believe Amy can do it." McGonagall also looked at Xiaomi's eyes with a sincere point, then smiled and said: "So, let's open the restaurant first, Mimi restaurant, our restaurant. ""