The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 120 Boom boom boom~
The little witches did as instructed, lining up one by one and walking deeper into the path, looking at the various grasses along the way.

Most of them have thick main stems and dense branch stems, making them suitable for making brooms.

And many of them are in the seed-setting stage!
With so many options available, it becomes difficult to make a decision.

The little witches would take a few steps, see one that looked good, pick some seeds, take a few more steps, see another one that looked good, and pick some more.

When they reached the end of the path, Ms. Amisha reminded them, "We've reached the place where broom grass is planted."

By this time, each of the little witches had a handful of grass seeds in their pockets.

At the end of the path was a sunny meadow, and even a small stream.

A wooden plank bridge spans the stream. Beyond the bridge lies a desolate farmland, behind which stand several red brick houses.

The farmland is not large, each plot is only about four square meters, square in shape, and divided by low fences.

The fields seemed to have been abandoned for some time, overgrown with weeds.

Ms. Amisha led them to the farmland and stopped there: "We'll plant broom grass here, one plot per person. First, we'll remove the weeds from the field, loosen the soil, and fertilize it."

The shortest building over there is the tool shed; it has some small farm tools you can use, but I think you probably won't need them."

This is something the little witches are good at.

One by one, they pulled out their own {Witch Farm Tool Cards} from their pockets.

The little witches managed to tend to this tiny plot of land in less than half a lesson.

“Next, use your magic to infuse the seeds until they sprout!” Amisha said. “Note that you cannot use growth-inducing spells to force them to sprout!”

The little witches took out the grass seeds they had picked along the way, and their magic was about to cover them.

With their current magical contamination abilities, spreading their magical power to contaminate something the size of a palm is incredibly easy for them.

Ms. Amisa remained silent and quietly took a few steps back.

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

The grass seeds exploded in the little witches' palms, covering their faces.

Not a single grass seed survived.

The little witches had never made such a big mistake when they first learned about magical contamination, and they were filled with disbelief.

Moran was a little stunned. When she first touched the seeds, the moment her magic covered them, the seeds seemed to hate each other and exploded!
She also vaguely sensed a feeling of dissatisfaction and humiliation.

“Two tigers cannot share one mountain, and a witch cannot ride two brooms. Do not handle two broom grass seeds at the same time, plant two broom grass plants, and even if you want to prepare two brooms, do not let them be in the same room, or they will fight!” Amisha’s answer came late.

The little witches: "..."

This broom grass has quite a temper!
But it can fly! What else can we do but spoil it?
The grass seeds they had just picked were all ruined, so the little witches had to go back into the forest to pick more.

They might not be bothered by the broom grass, but that didn't mean they weren't bothered by Ms. Amisa. "I absolutely wasn't mistaken! Ms. Amisa's lips didn't even curl down the moment she spoke! She was definitely laughing at us!" Vasita said.

“Look on the bright side, this is Ms. Amisa’s consistent approach to learning through trial and error. At least it’s something we remember well, since she’s the dean!” Moran said.

She was afraid that if she said too much, Vasida would get flicked on the forehead from a distance again.

In your past life, your teachers would love to teach you all the knowledge in advance and then let you do the problems. But Ms. Amisha would love to let you get a zero on the test first, make a fool of you, and then tell you how to do the problem.

It must be said that, in terms of just leaving a deep impression, Amisha's teaching method is superior, although it is a bit too much for the little witch.

This time, they were smarter; each of them picked only one seed and took it back, giving it the absolute special treatment of a lone broom grass.

The grass seeds didn't give them any more face this time, and obediently sprouted and were planted in the ground.

The tiny sprout is quite charming, showing no trace of its previous aggressive demeanor.

"Alright! From today onwards, you must come and inoculate the broom grass once a day until it is fully grown and ready to be harvested to make flying brooms!"

During this period, you can use the Fertile Soil spell to fertilize the soil and the Abundant Soil spell to make the broom grass grow better, but you cannot use the Growth-Inducing spell to induce growth.

The growth rate was too fast; the broom grass hadn't had time to fully absorb your power, and the resulting flying broom wouldn't even be able to fly.

Amisha said, "The broom grass cultivation class is over. Starting tomorrow, this class will be replaced with potions class every afternoon. Tomorrow, we will still have class in Greenhouse No. 1. Let's get to know the common magical plants first."

The little witches: "???"

"No, Dean, is it over already?" Sylph had heard from Moran that the broom grass cultivation class wouldn't last long, but she didn't expect it to be only one class!
"This is a magical plant! Are you just going to let us cultivate it like this? What if it dies?!"

"The rest is just a matter of slowly infecting them; there's nothing more I can teach them."

These grasslands are inherently resilient, and after being infected, they are even easier to cultivate. Based on your previous experience in growing vegetables, it is virtually impossible for them to die.

It's okay if the plant dies; you can plant it again. However, it might take a little longer than other little witches to make a flying broom.

After saying that, Ms. Amisha left in a very elegant manner.

"No! Ms. Amisa only said to infect once a day, not how long each inoculation lasts!" Vasita suddenly realized.

Moran had already summoned the Book of Witches: "Don't even think about it, it's definitely in the book! At this rate, there will probably be fewer and fewer general education courses soon..."

"No wonder I haven't seen any fourth or fifth-grade seniors at the castle since the entrance ceremony. Are they all studying at their lodgings?" Cheryl complained.

“You guessed right!” Moran had reviewed the workbooks for the older students and had a fairly good understanding of the situation: “The workbooks for fourth and fifth graders are just for them to do as supplementary exercises; they’re not considered mandatory homework…”

"What? Why should we!" The little witches were not concerned about scarcity, but about inequality.

“But the exams are still required,” Moran added.

"I see..." The little witches were relieved.

"Found it! Page 29!" Moran said, looking at the "Broomcorn Cultivation Guide": "During the cultivation of broomcorn, it must be inoculated at least once a day, and each time at least all parts of the broomcorn must be inoculated. Moreover, it must be done by the witch herself. Only in this way will the flying broom made be more in harmony with the witch herself..."

"At least once? Does that mean the more the better?" Sylph asked.

Moran nodded: "It should be. The book says that the process of infection is also the process of the broom grass recognizing its owner."