The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 205 Moran, get out of class is Over
After practicing the throwing knife technique for a while, Moran remembered what Ms. Amisha had said about training dolls to react to any magic like real people. So he used a healing spell on the wounds on the doll caused by the throwing knife.

The training doll, which is clearly not made of flesh and blood, is showing signs of healing in its wounds, making it a very good sparring partner.

Moran then used the magic she had just learned on the doll.

Even the little witches, who were still figuring out the spellcasting instructions for the Sharpness spell, couldn't remain calm upon seeing this.

No comparison, absolutely no comparison!

"Dean, there's no precedent for graduating early from the Witch Academy, is there?" Vasita couldn't help but ask.

If this continues, she's afraid Moran will graduate early.

“No.” Amisha was also surprised. She and Amisha No. 101 had synchronized their memories from last year and knew that Moran was looking at picture books, but she didn’t know that picture books were so effective!
No, that's not right. If picture books had this effect, they wouldn't have been shelved in the first place.

This isn't due to the effect of a picture book, but rather Moran's outstanding ability.

This child is incredibly talented!
The magic class completely turned into Moran's magic practice class.

She would only listen when Ms. Amisa was giving a lecture, and would add some magical knowledge that wasn't covered in the textbook.

While everyone else was learning new magic, she was practicing various techniques with training dolls, and her magic level progress bar was increasing rapidly.

The three-hour class flew by, and Ms. Amisa left the training ground on her broom without lingering for a moment.

The little witches followed suit and, not wanting to linger a moment longer, rushed straight to the broomsticks.

Nothing made the witch cherish the free and pleasant evening after a full day of classes.

Vasita mounted her broom, looked around, and noticed a purple head was missing. Looking towards the training dolls, she saw, sure enough, a figure still frantically casting spells.
"Molan, get out of class is over!"

She thought Moran was practicing so intently that she didn't hear the bell signaling the end of get out of class.

Moran didn't stop the magic in his hands. He turned around and shouted to Vasita, "You guys go first! I still have some magic left over for today. I'll leave after I finish practicing!"

Silf silently put the broom back down, took out her wand from her pocket, and walked towards the training doll to Moran's left: "I'll practice some more too."

She knew that Moran had only learned these spells yesterday, and that when she first started practicing them in class today, she still needed to be very focused.

After this lesson, she was able to cast spells and talk to Vasita at the same time.

Sylph thought to herself that she had barely managed to cast the Sharpness spell once before get out of class ended, and felt a pang of guilt.

Other little witches are one thing, their talents are limited, and their choice of magic is also limited, but she is a witch.

Moran has such a good memory and is learning magic so quickly that she needs extra practice. How could she possibly leave right after class?

Vasita looked up at the skylight above her head. The evening sky was so beautiful, but unfortunately she wouldn't be able to appreciate it today.

"Sigh!" She lifted her foot off the broom and walked towards the training doll to Moran's right.

The little witches, already halfway up in the air and lining up to exit through the skylight: "..."

The witches have worked so hard, it's not right for them to leave so early.
They are simply less talented than the witch, not less ambitious!
Instead of using the remaining magic power to practice magic, are we going to go back and recharge it with gem coins to draw cards?
Cards are good, but all witches know that magic is the power they truly control!

They could clearly distinguish which was more important.

Moran retrieved the throwing knife and noticed that the clanging and clattering sounds around her increased.

Looking around, good heavens! The little witches who were just about to leave have all come back to continue practicing their Sharpening spell. That's incredibly busy!

No, no, she needs to practice harder, otherwise her magic level will be caught up.

Shortly after nightfall, Lilith, having just finished dinner, flew to the magic training ground on her broom, as usual, to practice the magic she had recently learned.

Since the vampire blood cards were put on the market and vampire blood fusion magic began to be sold, the pressure on her to research the Bloodthirsty Needle and the magic of blood fusion has been greatly reduced.

Therefore, I've come to enjoy coming to the training ground at night to use up any excess magic I have today, leaving only half to ensure maximum natural recovery for tomorrow.

Today she's going to practice a group attack spell called Fire Rain, which requires her to go to a large indoor training ground with multiple training dolls.

The large indoor training ground she was most familiar with was naturally Indoor Training Ground 1, where she had her magic classes in the second year, and the skylight there was open.

As soon as they flew into the skylight, they heard a voice below. Lilith: "Is someone there?"

She walked through the passageway and looked down, and good heavens, it was full of second-grade little witches!
She even paused the broom, took out her pocket watch, and checked it: "That's right! It's seven o'clock!"

Second graders finish school at 5 pm, right? Why haven't they left yet?
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a technique involving sharpness, something they probably just learned in class today.

As for that little witch who frequently unleashes various magical abilities, Lilith is no longer included in the calculation.

At this point, the little witches' magical power was finally more than half depleted, making it unsuitable for them to continue training. They prepared to ride their brooms back home.

They had just taken off when they bumped into Lilith: "Senior, when did you get here?"

"We just arrived," Lilith said. "Did you guys stay after class?"

"Yes! We had extra magic power, so we practiced a little longer," the little witches said.

When they were about to do extra practice right after class, they felt it was going to be tough!

Seeing that Moran and the other two were persisting in their training, they gritted their teeth and persevered.

But now that they've really practiced and their sharpness has improved, they feel a great sense of accomplishment and it's all been worth it.

They wouldn't want to leave if they weren't running out of magic power.

"Practice 'a little longer'?" Lilith didn't want to talk anymore.

That "little while" could last for two hours!
What was it like when they finished class last year?
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. If they hadn't been unable to fly past Ms. Amisa, they would have been able to leave the training field before her.

"Senior, are you here to practice magic too? We were just about to leave and we have a lot of training dolls available. You can use them!"

The little witches lined up and left through the skylight.

Lilith took one last look at the three little witches who were still practicing hard, and then left the training ground.

When they left, they even helped close the skylight to prevent other little witches from disturbing them.

She needed to hurry and find an empty, large indoor training ground to practice her Fire Rain spell; she couldn't waste any more time.

Tomorrow she must call the little witch from the same grade to come and see how second graders learn magic.

Don't end up not doing as well as your younger female classmates after graduation!