The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Seven days later, at dusk.

After taking a bath, Sylvia changed into her brand-new black school uniform.

Moran stood in front of the dressing mirror, turned around and beckoned to her daughter: "Come here, let me dry your hair."

Sylvia ran to her mother and sat down. A warm breeze wafted from Moran's palm, gently enveloping her daughter's wet hair. The moisture evaporated quietly under the power of magic, and the hair quickly regained its fluffiness.

Next, Moran took out a small bottle of hair oil with a fresh herbal scent and carefully applied it to Sylvia's hair. Then she took out a dark purple lace headband and gently placed it on her daughter's head: "Let's braid it, so it will be easier for her to move around this way."

The two ends of the headband seemed to come alive, unfolding automatically and deftly combing and weaving through the long hair.

In less than three minutes, a neat and smooth long braid was completed.

“When I enrolled in school, your grandmother Shana gave me a magic hairband.” Moran stroked her daughter’s braids, her eyes filled with nostalgia. “Now it’s my turn to give you one… Sylvia, congratulations on entering the Witch Academy.”

Sylvia touched the headband, her eyes filled with affection: "Thank you, Mom!"

“And this,” Moran said, taking out another {Gem Coin Card}. “All the gem coins you’ve accumulated from running the general store over the years are stored in here. Once you learn card magic, you can use them to buy things.”

"Okay!" Sylvia nodded vigorously and carefully took the card.

She had already made a long list of things she wanted to buy, but her mother had said that many items could not be brought into the college, so she could only make plans after enrolling.

Moran gave many more detailed instructions, but like all witch mothers, she didn't mention a word about the inner workings of the academy.

Some scenery is best seen by children themselves; some experiences must be felt by them. Telling them in advance will diminish the surprises.

At exactly eight o'clock, the mark on Sylvia's wrist of the admission notice suddenly lit up, and the teleportation channel connecting the demiplane of the Witch Academy silently opened.

She only had time to turn around and wave to her mother before her figure was swept into the teleportation channel.

After her daughter left, Moran herself quietly arrived at the Witch Academy and silently took over one of the dean's avatars who was presiding over the ceremony on the high platform of the auditorium.

She glanced to the side and noticed a subtle change in the demeanor of the other three "deans" beside her.

Clearly, Vasita, Sylph, and Lilith were all present at the scene.

The number of young witches enrolling each year is now dozens of times greater than it was back then, prompting the witch academy to undergo a large-scale expansion.

The auditorium in front of us has been expanded from its original size, and is now as spacious as two football fields.

The number of dean clones presiding over the ceremony has increased to several dozen, and they are now standing quietly on the high platform.

The long tables below the stage were already filled with young witches from grades two to five, with only the first-year section for freshmen remaining empty. However, regardless of the scale, the core traditions of the entrance ceremony remained unchanged.

Moran's gaze fell between the high platform and the long table, where there was a huge magical waterbed.

At this moment, black hole-like teleportation entrances are constantly appearing above the waterbed, "spitting out" new students one by one.

It wasn't until she became the dean that Moran understood that the reason the experience of teleporting through the academy's demiplane was so "bumpy" and "tortuous" was entirely man-made.

She flipped through the Dean's Notes in the lounge and saw that this tradition had been established since the school's founding and continued to this day, in order to allow freshmen to fully experience the flow of spatial power during teleportation, laying the foundation for future learning of spatial magic and long-distance teleportation, and reducing discomfort.

Moran, who departed later, had already arrived at the auditorium, while Sylvia, who departed earlier, was still spinning in the teleportation channel.

A full minute passed before she was ejected from the black hole and fell onto the magical waterbed.

Sylvia dazedly propped herself up, only to find herself being stared at by all the upperclassmen in the auditorium, and her cheeks instantly turned red.

Fortunately, Tessa, Evelyn, and Dorella then fell one after another beside her.

The four little witches gathered together, and their courage returned considerably.

They helped each other climb down the waterbed, and after finally regaining their footing, they looked up at the platform and froze in shock.

Dozens of "deans" with identical appearances and clothing stood on the stage.

Even when they heard the senior students around them whispering that "those are the new deans," they were still too shocked to speak.

"How come there are so many deans! And they all look the same?" Tessa rubbed her eyes.

"Don't you guys think..." Sylvia whispered, "the deans look... kind of familiar?"

“I think so too!” Tessa, Evelyn, and Dorella responded almost simultaneously.

The group looked at each other, and ultimately concluded that it was yet another "illusion".

After all, compared to that inexplicable sense of familiarity, these dozens of identical clones in front of him were obviously more impressive.

Once all the new students had arrived, the talent test officially began.

This year's young witches are all second-generation witches born from the Witch Tree. The test results were no surprise; they all possessed "all-around magical talent with no upper limit."

This means that as long as they are interested, they can delve into any kind of magic, with a vast and limitless future ahead. (End of Chapter)