The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 302 The Changes in the Junior

Moran took a nice bath first, then lay down on the big bed in the bedroom and fell asleep immediately.

Four hours later, the alarm clock rang, and she immediately got up, combed her hair, and changed into the only new outfit in her wardrobe.

This was something she had prepared specifically for this year's enrollment ceremony.

Apart from this garment, the rest were made of animal hides or cotton cloth, with a chaotic style, prioritizing comfort and convenience.

For a long time, she even wore long-sleeved shirts and trousers in the style of Blue Star in the mine for convenience.

You can dress casually on ordinary days, but for the annual entrance ceremony, no matter how difficult the conditions are, you must dress up carefully.

She had limited fabric materials to collect, so the fabric of this outfit was mediocre, even worse than the standard school robes issued by the academy. Only the fabric of the hat was somewhat better.

However, she put a lot of effort into the decoration and craftsmanship.

Most of the ordinary purple gemstones and small gemstones she dug up were used on this outfit, as trims, buttons, or embroidered into star patterns.

The sparkling gemstones and exquisite patterns make one overlook the imperfections of the fabric.

The entire outfit perfectly matched her hair and eye colors, exuding both glamour and mystery.

Moran stood in front of the dressing mirror, slightly raising her chin.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction: "Now that's more like a mysterious witch or sorceress!"

After admiring myself for a while, I glanced at the magic clock on the wall: "Oh no! It's six o'clock!"

She quickly grabbed the matching jewel-patterned leather crossbody bag, slung it over her shoulder, tucked her wand into the wand pouch on her robe, and ran downstairs as fast as she could.

He hurried to the basement, grabbed the flying broom from the broom stand, opened the secret room, and entered the mine.

They flew along the river all night, until the afternoon of the next day, before reaching the end of the underground river.

After setting up the tent and taking a short nap to recover from the energy lost during the all-night flight, Moran, with her water shield bubbles on her head, drifted downstream.

When we came out of Moon Lake, the sun had already set for a while.

Moran glanced at his watch.

There was exactly half an hour left before the entrance ceremony began!

Moran rode her broomstick into the sky. When she approached the north gate of the academy castle, she hesitated for a moment, but instead of landing, she continued flying towards the east gate of the castle.

Although the North Gate is closer, in order to escape the envious gazes of the new students after the entrance ceremony, I will definitely choose to park my broom at the East Gate!

Otherwise, the only place in the core area where fourth-grade witches would be allowed to stay overnight on the night of the entrance ceremony would not be the small square outside the east gate.

After Moran landed, he indeed found that the brooms parked at the broom shed at the east gate were the most numerous.

As expected, everyone tacitly chose this place.

In the broom shed on the other side, four little witches saw her and ran over excitedly: "Senior Moran!"

Moran turned around and saw two faces that were very similar but had completely different temperaments. She smiled and greeted them, "Anna Annie, long time no see!"

“Long time no see! Senior, this is the junior who’s about to enter her second year…” Anna and Anne pushed out the two little witches behind them:

"You two were shouting 'senior sister' louder than us just now, why are you hiding in the back and not saying a word now!"

Moran's gaze fell on the two shy little witches: "Lynn, Jamia, hello!"

Lynn and Jamia's eyes widened: "Senior! You remember us?" Just as rumored, Senior Moran's eyes could capture information faster than a video recorder card, and her mind could record information more accurately than a videotape card.

“Of course! Lynn, who has outstanding talent in water magic, and Jamia, who has outstanding talent in alchemy! Of course I remember! I heard from Ms. Amisha that your math scores are very good? You're already self-studying second-year math content?” Moran said with a smile.

This was something the Dean of the Guardian told her.

It's said that after each week's math class, the Amisas would go to the lounge to rant about the homework the little witches handed in. Only the one in the black robe would often add after her rant, "Thank goodness for Jamia and Lynn, otherwise I would have thought that we witches were just not suited to learning math!"

The two little witches' eyes lit up when they talked about mathematics: "Mathematics is simply the greatest invention in the world! Senior Moran, we really admire you so much for writing such an amazing book!"

"I also benefited from the mathematicians on Earth," Moran quickly said.

She wasn't surprised that she was worshipped by the younger witches, but she was surprised that she was worshipped because of math.

Heaven can bear witness that her math scores in her previous life were truly mediocre.

Otherwise, she wouldn't always be worried about being scolded by the little witches because of math and exams.

Because she had truly suffered from it, she had cursed math and exams, but later she realized that all the suffering she had endured was meaningful.

If she hadn't inherited the memories of Earth and stood on the shoulders of her predecessors, she wouldn't have been able to gain such a deep understanding of mathematics.

Fortunately, the two little witches didn't ask her too many math questions.

As they walked toward the hall, Moran turned the conversation to Anna and Anne: "Have you begun to study blessing and curse magic in depth?"

She noticed a huge change in the two sisters' demeanor as soon as they met!
A witch's temperament is often influenced by the magic she specializes in.

This is the effect produced after prolonged contact with a certain force.

Witches who specialize in the same type of magic often share some similarities in temperament.

Moran's magic advanced simultaneously across all his magic schools, and the effects on everyone were roughly the same; there was no such change.

However, this change is very obvious in Anna and Anne.

I remember when they first entered the school, they looked exactly alike and their temperaments were not much different. The only difference was their personalities and attitudes.

Now, Anna has become very trustworthy, peaceful, and kind.

This is a change that only occurs in witches who frequently use blessing magic and come into contact with positive forces of fate.

Even when she's smiling, Anne gives off a dangerous and malicious vibe.

This is something only witches who frequently use curse magic and come into contact with negative forces of fate can possess.

"Yes!" The two sisters nodded in unison.

Anna: "I just learned all the blessing magic. I use Luck the best and it's the highest level. I'm already at the beginner level of 15%."

Anne: "Me too, but it's a curse magic. My best spell is Doom, and I'm at the beginner level with 15% progress."

Moran: "!!!"

Goodness, Luck and Misfortune spells are almost catching up with her.

Every day, she uses various blessing spells to bless herself and curses any creature that might be her enemy that day with curse spells.

And so, even though they started learning a year earlier, they were already being caught up with.

These two sisters probably don't spend most of their magical power casting luck and bad luck spells every day!