With his back to Hermione, Charles also took out a bottle of age-enhancing potion and drank it in one gulp. Then he waited quietly and patiently as the rustling moment behind him passed. He finally heard Hermione's changed voice.

This is a mature woman's voice.

"I've replaced Ciel's mine."

The person who turned around was Hermione, whose appearance had changed drastically.

Her height has grown to just over 1.7 meters, and her face is no longer childish but has become the one that Charles is most familiar with. The only thing that has not changed in her appearance during this period is that her hair still looks very fluffy and even looks a little... Messy,.

"I feel like Charles..."

Hermione suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

She stared at Ciel intently, her eyes full of curiosity.

As mentioned, most women are visual creatures, but Ciel is very confident in themselves and their appearance.

"Feel what?"

Ciel smiled and walked towards Hermione.

"My me..."

Of course, Charles also knew that some things should not be rushed, and he was not in a hurry, so when he saw that Hermione seemed to be distracted, he was considerate and changed the topic.

"Don't you want to see how you look in the future?"

He casually waved his wand and a huge, flowing waterfall instantly rose from the ground to form a complete water mirror, reflecting Hermione's appearance.

"Wow."

This really attracted Hermione's attention. No one in her attention didn't want to know what she would look like when she grew up, and no woman cared about her appearance.

Even Hermione.

She was curious about the water curtain, looking at herself in the mirror, pinching her nose and squeezing her face from time to time.

Or she stared sideways with one eye, and even planned to use her hands to hold two things to weigh them...if she hadn't suddenly realized that Ciel was still around.

Somewhat embarrassed, Hermione lowered her hands to cover up her small movements and uneasiness, and decided to transfer the embarrassment to Ciel.

"What are you looking at!"

She glared at Ciel and bared her teeth.

If it was before, the expression she made would only make Ciel feel cute, but now it is actually even more cute.

But when there was no threat of overturning, Ciel was not afraid of Hermione either. He had a small temper and smiled.

"A woodland fairy."

It was so straightforward, and the praise made Hermione a little unbearable. This age-increasing agent can also increase the mental age, but even if it is improved, it will still take some time to adapt.

"What do you say?"

Hermione retorted subconsciously, but even she was aware of it. Her tone was strange, so she hurriedly said again.

"I know it's a waste of time."

She was as impatient as a nutria that had lost its winter food and didn't know how to deal with the current situation. She scratched her hair.

"Hurry up and perform the ritual!"

. . .

The ritual soon began without Charles continuing to tease Hermione.

But the process of the ceremony was actually more complicated than Ciel's praise, which made her even more at a loss.

Hermione, whose transfiguration skills were far inferior to that of Charles, could not drink the age-increasing potion. At the same time, her original clothes also changed into a suitable size, so all she had on her body was the black robe that Charles gave her.

Lying on the log structure, the black robes on the high platform soon appeared scattered.

Originally, Hermione wanted to pull Charles with both hands, but after a few words, she gave up the struggle.

As if she had lost her dream and was paralyzed on the high platform motionless, she simply closed her eyes and deceived herself, as if Charles couldn't see herself if he didn't look at Charles.

Of course, Ciel also knew not to be impatient, but he wasn't really greedy. Even if he was greedy, it didn't stop at this moment.

So he kept his expression serious, which made Hermione feel a lot more at ease until...

"Charle!"

Hermione suddenly felt a warm spray on her face,

She hurriedly opened her eyes, but what she saw when she opened her eyes was filled with what she saw. What she saw carefully was that Ciel had cut his own wrist.

"What are you doing!"

she panicked.

"Quiet."

"You who have covered your whole body with blood, who can be used by animals who can't use blood?"

"But.."

"Do not talk."

Ciel took a sip of the blood-replenishing potion.

His blood doesn't have to be his. No one in the coven of witches can persist in this amount of bleeding except for the self-healing witches who don't have potions. Animal blood, for example, is also fine.

But the love ceremony does use both parties, and blood has the best effect.

Soon the blood gradually covered Hermione and she turned into a bloody person.

The strong, bloody smell made Hermione nauseous, and she even had to ask Ciel to cast a sealing spell on her.

"Crack!"

Fortunately, with the ceremony of Ciel opening the freezer, it was time to reach the next real step, the ceremonial part.

"Close your eyes."

Ciel said.

He will use the tribe. The heart is a human being. If Hermione sees it, she might want the Virgin's Heart and say something.

Hermione didn't know what Charles meant, but she still obeyed and closed her eyes.

Ciel took the Clan's heart out of the freezer and placed it on Hermione's heart.

It was cold, and Hermione couldn't help but shiver slightly at the feeling.

"Don't move."

Ciel said calmly.

Hermione fell silent again.

The ceremony finally came to its final stage.

After adjusting his heart, Ciel took out his wand and tapped it lightly, then pointed it at his own throat instead of aiming at Hermione or the group's heart.

"Cough cough!"

The next moment Ciel cleared his throat and suddenly started singing in a low voice.

"When everything has been rewritten."

"When a hero becomes a nobody again."

"Who can make everything settle down again!"

After a short while, Ciel's voice became louder after the melody.

“Feel what I feel.”

"See what I see!"

"Everyone is mine and everyone is mine."

"When everything, hope comes together again."

"Everything will be the same again."

When Ciel sang the first line, Hermione couldn't help but want to laugh, but when Ciel told her not to move, she forced herself to endure it.

After calming down, Hermione realized that she had to admit that Ciel's singing skills were indeed very good. It was not surprising that he had sung this song at least a dozen times in the archive and had already mastered it.

Whether it's deep, bass or high, tenor sounds very pleasant and even intoxicating.

As Ciel sang, Hermione suddenly felt a burning sensation in her heart, which was like connecting her to a flame.

Then before she could cry out in pain, the flames suddenly disappeared and were replaced by what seemed like a vast empty world.

She connects the world.

At this moment, the world is hers.

But this feeling went away so quickly, and just for a moment, Hermione felt that it all disappeared again.

However, it seems that something remains forever.

"All right."

Before Hermione could recall anything, she heard Ciel say this.

Hermione opened her eyes and wanted to say haha, but before she could say anything, the voice of a strange girl suddenly came to her ears.

"Who are you asking about?"

The next moment, Hermione's eyes suddenly shifted from the familiar town of Unigal to a small stone castle with a somewhat dim tone.

And through the mottled sunlight and emptiness, what can be seen from the window seems to be a tall tower, with the top.

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