The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 1075 Moran's Daily Life as Dean 8
The dean of the teaching department, dressed in a dark purple robe, had somehow appeared on the podium.

She smiled slightly, her gaze sweeping over the freshmen below the stage, each with their own unique expression. She didn't object to anyone's attire, but simply raised her hand to signal for quiet.

"Alright, students, let's begin the lesson."

Yesterday, a few little witches asked: Why is the first week all about introductory alchemy?

The dean's gaze slowly swept over the earnest little faces below the stage.

"That's because, to formally begin learning magic, whether in theory or practice, two things are indispensable."

She raised her right hand, and two beams of light appeared above her palm: a thick book and a long wooden staff.

"First, there is the Book of Witches, a book passed down through generations that accompanies every witch throughout her life. Second, there is the wand, an essential tool for casting spells."

As the light and shadow faded, she continued:

"This week's introductory alchemy class has only one goal: to learn how to make your own witch's book and wand. But before we begin, we need to master the most basic and important technique for using magic—magical contamination."

The little witches in the audience all sat up straight without prior arrangement.

"In the learning space, you don't need to worry about magic consumption. You can practice to your heart's content until you have fully mastered it."

At first, the little witches didn't understand what that sentence meant.

They simply followed the dean's instructions, picked up the developing paper prepared on the table, and slowly infused it with magic, attempting to dye the paper a uniform green.

The first attempt failed; the magic dissipated.

The second time, the color was uneven.

The third time, I barely got infected, but it faded quickly.

Four times, five times, ten times...

Each time the magic was depleted, it was replenished in an instant, as if it had never been used up.

Once everyone had mastered the process of developing the paper, the dean taught them to try applying the same technique to their own eyes to unlock their "energy vision."

After mastering the technique of opening the energy vision, the lesson ended, and all the little witches simultaneously left the [learning space].

Sylvia opened her eyes and found herself lying on her bed in her dormitory, with the morning light still faintly visible outside the window.

She glanced at the time on the {study card}: seven o'clock sharp.

It felt like a very long time had passed in the [Study Space], but in reality only half an hour had passed.

My body felt as comfortable as when I first woke up, as if the past few hours of practice had just been a vivid dream.

She sat up, stretched her shoulders, and couldn't help but exclaim, "The learning space is truly amazing..."

There will be a second introductory alchemy class at 10:00 AM.

This time, the class will no longer take place in the "learning space," but in a classroom within the academy castle.

Sylvia invited Tessa, Evelyn, and Dorella, and the four of them ran along the stone path towards the Academy Hill.

This lesson involves conducting real-world research on the use of magic to influence energy, opening up new perspectives on energy.

It wasn't until they actually started to use up their magic that the little witches realized how luxurious their "magical freedom" during the morning class had been.

"I've run out of magic..."

Sylvia leaned back in her chair, rubbing her slightly sore eyes, clutching a half-eaten breadfruit in her hand.

The sourness exploded in my mouth, and my cheeks started to feel weak again, but what was even more unpleasant was that the speed at which my magic power recovered was as slow as a snail's crawl compared to the [Learning Space].

She glanced at Tessa next to her, who was stuffing breadfruit into her mouth with big bites, frowning as she did so, her expression a mixture of pain and stubbornness.

Evelyn had given up struggling and lay on the table with her eyes closed, trying to rest.

Dorera remained relatively calm, nibbling on her breadfruit in small bites, occasionally pausing to let out a long sigh. "Now I finally understand..." Sylvia said softly.

"What do you know?"

"The learning space is truly a great invention."

The other three nodded simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Meanwhile, the same amazement was also heard in classrooms of other grades.

The second-grade witches, who had cultivated their own broom grass in the previous school year, are now learning to make flying brooms and learn to fly.

Their first lesson was also held in the [learning space].

In the virtual training field, the state of each broom grass is precisely simulated.

Virtual materials are inexhaustible, so little witches can boldly get started.

It doesn't matter if you're clumsy and cut the roots too short, damage the main stem, or break the branches into too many small pieces; you can always start over.

After practicing in the [Learning Space], when it came time to actually handle the broom grass they had planted, everyone's technique was so skillful that it seemed as if they had practiced it hundreds of times.

The roots were cleaned, the main stem was trimmed, and the branches were preserved. Every step was precise and efficient, and even more material was left than expected for future repairs of the flying broom.

After the flying broom was completed, formal flying lessons began in the [Learning Space].

In previous years, the little witches would take their first flight over the soft grass in the middle of the farmland. The space was open and the view was wide. If they fell, the thick grass would catch them, so they were very safe.

But this year's second-year students are facing a variety of complex scenarios and weather conditions.

Mountains, forests, gales, torrential rain, dense fog, lightning—it has everything.

The learning space is absolutely safe; you won't die from a fall.

So, a group of second-grade witches fell and bruised themselves in the [Learning Space], but they got up and kept flying. After falling and practicing again, their flying skills improved by leaps and bounds over the next few days.

A week later, the second-grade witch's flying skills were almost catching up with those of a third-grade student.

The third graders couldn't sit still after hearing the news.

Although they no longer have flight lessons, it doesn't stop them from taking advantage of self-study time to enter the [study space] and immerse themselves in the flight training room.

The new course "Travel the Continent Guide" for third-grade witches has become more attractive this year thanks to the existence of the [Learning Space].

After the dean finishes explaining the theoretical knowledge, he will take them into the [Learning Space] to experience firsthand the local customs and culture of various places on the continent of Valen.

Although it was all virtual, the immersive and novel experience still thrilled a group of little witches who hadn't traveled far from home.

As for fourth and fifth graders, they have already started the first round of the survival game of the new school year.

The fourth and fifth graders both participated in the "Witch Hunt" series of survival games, only the difficulty levels differed.

This game series is based on the darkest period in witch history, from the Age of Descent to the early Magic Age.

That was an era when witches were hunted down, besieged, and exterminated as heretics.

In witch history class, the teacher gave a detailed explanation of these historical events.

In order to pass the exam, the little witches also memorized a lot of time points, important events, and casualty figures.

But those were just words in a book.

It wasn't until they actually entered the game, were tied to the cold stake, heard the clamor of voices around them shouting "Burn her!" "Burn this witch!", felt the burning pain of flames licking their ankles, and experienced the despair of being surrounded, hunted, and with nowhere to escape, that they truly understood for the first time what kind of blood and tears lay behind those test points they had memorized so well.

After the game ended, some people had red eyes, some remained silent for a long time, and some clenched their fists until their knuckles turned white.

No one complained that the game was too cruel.

Because they know that those cruelties were what their ancestors truly experienced.