The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 6 The Passionate Little Witch
When she was first diagnosed as a witch, Moran had a feeling that she was the chosen one.

When three witches appeared in the same year, and the academy had a witch senior who was only one year older than them, Moran's mood had already calmed down.

Perhaps in the past, witches who evolved into sorceresses were rare, but now, she is only one in four lucky ones.

No matter how powerful a witch is, in the end, her power is only in terms of potential.

But potential is not the same as ability.

She possesses unlimited potential for growth, and should instead focus on learning and transforming that potential into real strength.

This year's admission ceremony was such a pleasant surprise that even after the testing ceremony ended, the auditorium was still filled with enthusiastic discussions.

Ms. Amisa did not stop her; she was writing something in the witch's book.

As the main focus of the little witches' discussion, Moran, Vasita, and Sylph had to face the senior students and classmates who came up to greet them one after another.

Moran wasn't really a thirteen-year-old child, so this kind of spectacle meant nothing to her.

Moreover, the entire Witch Academy, with its five grades, only has about 156 students in total, which is less than the number of students in a general education course at university in my previous life.

It was completely insignificant to her.

Perhaps because of the vast planetary memories of Earth stored in her mind, Moran discovered at a very young age that her memory was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Everything she sees and hears will be like the memories of a blue star in her mind, forming images that will be recorded in her mind and she can recall them at any time.

However, only things she had observed carefully would have clear details in her memory.

Using this ability, Moran memorized the names, grades, and magical styles of all the senior students.

Witches have greater potential and stronger talents than sorceresses.

However, when it comes to the research and application of magic in a single school of thought, a witch with talents in all magic systems may not necessarily be able to compare with a sorceress who specializes in a particular school of magic.

In Moran's eyes, these weren't just senior students; they were walking magic books and treasure troves of knowledge.

The upperclassmen's school robes each bear a badge indicating their magical prowess, making them easily identifiable.

Every time a female student came over, Moran would catch her and ask her for advice on studying a particular type of magic.

When classmates come up to greet her, Moran will call out their names first.

These were all notes taken during previous tests.

She even memorized the talent test results for each little witch.

It would be a wonderful thing for a witch to have her name remembered by someone she wanted to get to know first.

At first, every little witch whose name was called first developed a great fondness for Moran, thinking that she was the special one.

Later, when each little witch's name was called out, everyone realized that Moran had memorized all the little witches' names!
"As expected of a witch!" all the little witches couldn't help but exclaim.

Sylph, standing to the side, remarked that not all witches have such a good memory as Moran.

She had been so worried about her test results that she hadn't been able to remember many of her classmates' names.

The test results were quite unexpected for her, but she was the last test taker. Before she could recover from the surprise, she was surrounded by enthusiastic senior students and classmates.

She had lived with her parents in the Starlight Forest on the east side of the wilderness since she was a child, and had never seen so many little witches of the same age at once.

She was flattered by everyone's enthusiasm, but also a little nervous and at a loss.

Unlike Moran, she wasn't naturally outgoing and could only try her best to maintain a smile and respond to the other little witches' greetings as politely and appropriately as possible.

However, she always felt that she hadn't done enough and had neglected everyone's enthusiasm, so she felt somewhat ashamed.

A blush crept onto her fair face. Influenced by Moran, she also tried her best to remember the physical features and names of each little witch.

But the results were clearly not very good; apart from a few particularly distinctive ones, she didn't remember any of them.

So it's Moran who has a good memory, not the witch.

Sylph looked at Moran, who was handling the situation with ease, and felt a deep envy.

While Moran was talking with the other little witches, she didn't forget to keep an eye on her two witch classmates from the same year.

As witches, besides their talent for unlimited growth, they also possess a manifestation of talents that other little witches do not have.

They can learn from each other in developing the manifestation of their talents.

When Sylph looked over, Moran immediately noticed, but since neither of them had a chance to talk, they just smiled and nodded at each other.

Moran's gaze lingered on her bright red ears for a few seconds.

Sylph's ears were slightly pointed.

Witches are awakened human women, and most witches have ears just like humans.

Moran speculated that Sylph's paternal lineage might be that of a pointed-eared elf, or that Sylph's mother was a witch with elven blood.

Compared to Sylph's shy yet attentive response to everyone's kindness, Vasita seemed much more aloof.

She clasped her hands tightly together and lowered her head.

Her short black hair hung down, obscuring her face, revealing only half of her round chin.

She was already shorter than everyone else by a head, and now it was even harder to see her or her expression.

When a little witch came to greet her, she would only nod slightly.

It seemed a little rude, but Moran, who was standing next to her, heard her whisper "hello".

Could he be socially anxious?
Moran was somewhat excited and was about to say something to her while things were quiet for a while when the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

Many of the little witches were silent; they had been "muted."

At this moment, Ms. Amisha's voice rang out:
"Quiet! The appearance of the new witch is of great importance, and I have already reported it to the three witch ladies."

However, whether they are witches or sorceresses, at the Witch Academy, they only have one identity: students, and their sole task is to study.

I hope everyone cherishes the next five years, learns how to learn independently, and masters the ability to live independently.

These five years will be the only time you can receive instruction for free.

Five years from now, regardless of your academic achievements, you will all leave the academy and begin your own lives.

Amisha says these words every year at the entrance ceremony.

Moran herself was eager to learn and had already prepared herself mentally, so she deeply agreed with these words.

But she discovered that the other students also took Ms. Amisa's advice very seriously, unlike the students in her previous life who were indifferent to their teachers' motivational speeches.

Moran could understand the first-year witches' anticipation for academy life and their curiosity about magic.

But after witnessing the wonders of magic, can the older little witches really overcome their playful nature and settle down to study?
Even adults who have witnessed the hardships of life are prone to slacking off, let alone these little witches.

Can a witch academy really transform an innocent young witch into a capable adult witch who can stand on her own and survive independently in just five years?

(End of this chapter)