Amelia had a serious expression on her face. She was clearly a child, but she still had to imitate an adult to comfort others. Old Madam Walton could not help but laugh, and the worry in her heart faded a lot.
In Amelia's room, Elmer came out again. "Come, Mia, I'll teach you spells today. Do you know what spells are? The kind that can throw fireballs with a whoosh."
Amelia looked at him suspiciously. "Master, although I'm young, I'm not stupid." How could a person conjure a fireball out of thin air? She was no longer an insensible two or three-year-old child. She was already four years old and knew many things!
