Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

After the New Year, the weather gradually warmed up and the new semester was about to begin. Albinia took the time to take Iris to Magic Alley to buy some commonly used stationery and classroom supplies. When passing by No. 001 Magic Alley, the colorful magic toys for sale in the cabin once again attracted the attention of the first-year students of the Magic Academy.

There are no new students this semester, and the third and fourth words on the sign that says "Welcome new and old students" have been covered by white paper. Perhaps they will not be revealed until the second half of the year when new students enroll.

The male and female plastic models wearing the St. Ferguson's College uniforms were still standing in the same place. They looked well cared for and were still as good as new after half a year of turmoil.

The wooden floor was cleaned thoroughly this time. The position of the wooden cabinet was slightly different from before, and the toys on sale had also changed. The tumbler, cat statues and mini woven rattan chairs were gone, and new puzzles, fairy tale books and New Year bells took the place of the old items that had been sold. The green train that Iris cared about the most was still on the cabinet, but it was moved to a more inconspicuous position.

Albinia tilted her head slightly:

"Want to go in and have a look?"

Iris took her hand and walked forward and opened the door of the toy store.

When the two stood under the sunlight again, there was a green toy train in Iris's arms.

Albinia paid the money - she took out the Zhiwang naturally and smoothly, and when Iris was immersed in the little train and didn't come to her senses, she got the ownership of the little train for Iris.

Then she carried Iris, who was distracted by a little train, back home with some difficulty.

“It looks like the train back home.”

Iris explained.

But Albinia gave her a look that said "you don't have to explain anything" and raised her chin to signal her to go into the house and play.

When Albinia came back from watering the flowers, she saw that Iris had painted a blue rooster on the body of the green train with crayons. Iris noticed her coming in and turned around to ask her how her painting was.

Albinia once again looked at the large, colorful rooster that was holding its head high and chest puffed out, her expression as steady as a rock:

"It's full of energy, but it doesn't look very suitable for cooking."

Iris nodded vigorously:

"Who would eat a big blue rooster?"

Albinia turned around and looked out the window. Iris vaguely saw her body tremble twice. She suspected that she was dazzled. After all, when she focused again, she was clearly gazing into the distance with a calm mind.

"Just now a cloud passed by the window. It looked like a rooster."

Albinia said seriously.

Iris also turned her head and looked out the window, but unfortunately the big rooster seemed to have floated away and she couldn't find it.

Albinia suddenly sighed, took a step forward, and placed her hand on her forehead:

"I didn't have a fever today... What's going on?"

Her expression was filled with worry. Iris blinked in confusion and listened to her continue:

"It's still like this after a holiday, even though the weather isn't that cold anymore... Are you still not feeling well? Will it affect your schooling? I have to adjust the potion formula for you..."

Albinia muttered and went about her business. It took Iris a moment to comprehend what was going on, and then she realized that Albinia was treating her like a fool.

She looked at the other person's back as he entered the special laboratory, stood there for a while, and then returned to her room holding the little train.

"What's wrong? This train really does look like Lawrence's train...it looks even more like it with the pattern on it."

She muttered, and took out the Wisdom Web to search for the appearance of Lawrence's train, wanting to perfect the details of the rooster's tail by comparing it with the real pattern.

"Lawrence Blue Cock Train."

This is what she typed into the search bar.

However, the answer given by Zhiwang is:

"Lawrence is located in the Kingdom of Aaron. The exterior of its ancient trains is the pure green color specified by the Kingdom's Ministry of Transportation. Graffiti is generally not allowed on the train body. According to the xxx Regulations, every seven days a special water mage will be responsible for cleaning the exterior of the ancient trains to ensure that they look clean and do not affect the city appearance."

Iris slowly typed a question mark and kept flipping through the pages, trying to find the corresponding picture.

She had seen that train for so many years, how could she remember it wrong? The wizard in charge must have been lazy, and the big rooster stayed on the train and never got off.

but.

No matter how hard she turned, she couldn't get to the big blue rooster.

Iris was in a daze holding Zhiwang. After a while, she entered a contact number on Zhiwang.

144 2563 0892 006.

Why search the Zhiwang? Hammer and Mrs. Helin live there. Why not just ask Hammer to take a picture of her?

I wonder how little Mei is doing these days, whether she has successfully learned Hammer's special skills...

Iris stared at the long string of numbers on the screen.

"Beep-beep-"

The not-too-long ringing sound ended quickly and the other party answered the call.

However, Iris didn't want to speak at this time.

Who could be the person on the other side of the screen? If this number is not empty, then it must have been registered by someone else?

Obviously no one has used this number before.

Iris thought about it idly while organizing her words to tell the other party that she had dialed the wrong number.

Anyway, it can't be the real Hammer, otherwise it would be a ghost story.

The thought of calling Hammer was just a passing thought, and it didn't mean that she really couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.

But the next second, the voice coming from the other side of the screen made Iris wish she could just drown herself in her dream and never come out again.

"Esilia?"

The familiar, calm, and now cautious voice of Ernest Ramirez said this.

She was silent for a while, then said:

"I'm Iris."

The other party seemed to understand and said "hmm". Iris asked him:

“When did you register this number?”

Ernest was sitting in the study. He only remembered this number as the contact information of one person and had never used it in any other occasion.

A cloud that looked like a rooster floated slowly past the window. Ernest took a quick glance at it and then looked away, toward the pile of documents on the desk.

"Not long ago. Do I need to transfer it to you?"

He was quite generous, as if he didn't care at all about being stabbed by her not long ago.

In fact, Ernest asked this question without thinking at all, and almost blurted it out. As expected, Iris was silent for a long time. Ernest took advantage of this time to pick up the pen again and write something on the pile of documents. Iris listened to the sound of the pen tip rubbing on the paper from the other side of Zhiwang, and gradually calmed down:

"No, I'm hanging up now."

The other party just replied with a "hmm". She hung up the phone in a hurry and fell into deep thought looking at the small train with a big rooster painted on it on the table.

Ernest watched as the Zhiwang screen automatically turned off. She didn't ask him why he registered this number, nor did she tell him not to continue using it. He just put it aside and left it alone, just as before.

It was not until near noon the next day that he called Professor Albinia using his usual number.

"How has she been these days? She's still acting weird..."

"I adjusted the prescription. Let's wait for her to drink it for a while and then see how it goes."

“The impact is not significant at the moment.”

"No, I have all the materials here."

"If it's not enough, I'll come find you."

"I see."

Albinia hung up the phone and turned to look at Iris who was pouring tea in the living room.

"Esilia?"

She called Iris out of habit.

Iris raised her head, still holding the teapot in her hand, and smiled at her:

"Would you like some tea, Professor?"

She didn't hear much of their conversation, she never had to be too perceptive when she was around Albinia.

To this day, both professors and classmates still call her "Ecelia", which is the name she wrote on her identity card and enrollment registration form.

It didn't really matter whether her real name was hidden or not, but in order to avoid trouble or for some other reason, she didn't correct anyone.

The only people who knew her real name, apart from people like Olivia, Ernet, and the Vice Dean who needed to keep their distance, was Alexia.

She and the precocious little girl from the Ramirez family had known each other for a long time. In fact, both of them were influenced by each other, and their words and deeds were more or less influenced by each other, but this connection was too hidden, and no one except Ernest had noticed it.

She really hated getting along with this kind of guy who was full of evil intentions.

The mist in the teacup blurred the face, and emotions, heavy or light, were added to the tea with a light and distant smell, and were deeply buried in the surging water waves.

Albinia took only a sip of the tea Iris poured for her before frowning slightly.

She thought about it again and again, and finally took the opportunity when Iris turned around to gently lift the lid of the teapot.

...Sure enough, there wasn’t even a single tea leaf left.

Albinia sighed silently once again, and after Iris returned to the room, she quietly dealt with the teapot and teacups that were full of flaws but Iris herself did not notice anything unusual.

In fact, Iris had already discovered that the tea she brewed today was a little too light, but Albinia's taste has always been light, and she didn't say there was something wrong with the taste of the tea this time, so it shouldn't have much of an impact.

If Albinia told her that there was not even a single tea leaf in the teapot, Iris would raise her eyebrows in surprise and say:

"How could that be? The smell of tea leaves is indeed a little lighter, but I can still smell it.

"Really? No tea leaves? Maybe the teapot and teacup already have the smell of tea leaves."

When she said these words, she must have been smiling, with her lips slightly raised, and her eyes looking at Albinia would be as bright as before. Hidden in those clear blue pupils was complete trust and care for the elder.

Just as she had delivered to "Hamer", "Helene" and "May".

Just as she had looked up at them in the sunlight many years ago, holding Enid Adela's hand in one hand and Samuel Green's hand in the other.