The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 87 Bellflower Leaves
"It was just an accident, don't blame yourself." Amisha didn't blame her.

"When it happened, even we who were keeping a close eye on the little witch didn't realize what was happening."

In the process of a witch developing her own talents, all sorts of unexpected accidents will occur.

But now that you can communicate with it, try to figure out its function as soon as possible!

Ask it, besides its leaves, what else can quickly wake the little witches?

Sylph nodded; she also wanted to do her best to make amends.

In Moran and the others' eyes, only Sylph was gently comforting Bellflower, while Bellflower herself didn't hear a word of her voice.

After a long while, Sylph finally got the answer:

"Only the leaves it voluntarily sheds can neutralize its sonic attack... However, my magic can help it grow some new leaves faster, but the soundproof cover needs to be removed."

It's still a young plant and can't control its sonic attacks; it only screams uncontrollably when its flower buds are touched.

"Okay! Wait a minute!" Amisha took out her wand and cast a silencing spell on the flower: "Alright, now even if you touch its bud, it won't be a problem."

She would never put the little witches in danger a second time.

The bellflower wanted to scream immediately, but it couldn't control its sonic attack ability.

Sylph slowly opened the soundproof enclosure.

The bellflower, which had been imprisoned for two weeks, was almost crying with joy. Its slender stem stood straight, breathing in the fresh air.

Subconsciously, I wanted to rub my flower bud against "Mom," but then I suddenly froze and shrank back.

Amisha snorted coldly; she knew this flower was unreliable.

On the day of the incident, Sylph wanted to touch the flower, but the flower had already developed some intelligence when it sprouted buds, making it a kind of living plant.

Knowing full well that her flower buds shouldn't be touched, she didn't avoid them because of her clingy nature, which led to the current situation.

Sylph placed her hand in the flowerpot and channeled a little magic into it.

The bellflowers visibly perked up.

It longs to put all its energy into growing a sturdy body and beautiful flower buds.

But remembering her mother's words, and with the big bad guy and the little bad guy lurking nearby, she had no choice but to focus all her energy on growing leaves.

Soon buds sprouted on the stem, unfolded, and turned into small leaves.

As the leaves grew, they shed themselves.

One leaf, two leaves, three leaves, until all eighty-five small leaves fell off, Sylph stopped channeling her magic and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The process of growing leaves consumed more magic than she had imagined; she was almost completely drained, with less than 0.1% of her magic remaining.

If she stays any longer, she might faint.

Amisha pulled out a bottle of azure blue potion: "Recovery potion, drink it!"

Moran stared longingly at the bottle of potion; this was the legendary healing potion!
"Thank you, Dean!" Sylph accepted the potion and drank it all in one gulp.

The leaves were collected and fed to the other little witches, the silencing spell was canceled, and the soundproof crystal cover was put back on.

The bellflower resisted in vain, and began to grumble and curse.

Sylph had just exhausted herself, and even though she drank a recovery potion, it was only the most ordinary apprentice-level recovery potion, which could only make her feel a little better and could not restore her magic power on a large scale.

In her poor condition, she briefly lost the ability to communicate with the bellflower and completely failed to hear its protests.

Only the fairy Bi'er, who was born with the ability to communicate with plants, silently twitched the corner of her mouth. This flower is really noisy!
The leaves of the bellflower are indeed a good remedy for its sonic attacks.

Feeding them a whole leaf immediately woke up all the little witches, whether they were intermediate, beginner, or apprentice.

"Alright!" Amisha clapped her hands and started shooing everyone away: "Go back now! Classes will resume as scheduled tomorrow!"

The little witches were only aware that they had been made dizzy by a flower, and they were still a little confused.

As the dean pushed him out, he asked:

"What time is it now?"

"It's been two weeks. It's the Sunday of the fifth week now."

"Two weeks have already passed? But thankfully, it's still Sunday. By the way, what time is it?"

One o'clock in the afternoon.

"What? It's 1 p.m.? Oh no! I haven't even finished my paper yet!"

Many students haven't finished their papers: "Dean! Are papers due tomorrow as usual?"

"Of course!" Ms. Amisa ruthlessly kicked them out of the infirmary, flowers and all.

I haven't slept for two weeks, even my magical clone needs a rest!

Little witches: (﹏)
Nothing is more disheartening than being in a daze for two weeks, waking up to find that time has slipped away and you still have homework to do.

"Why isn't today Saturday? Why isn't it Friday? It should be Sunday!"

To make matters worse, they are now in the castle.

"Thank goodness! We can fly back!" The second and third-year witches found some comfort.

At least they didn't have to walk back like the first-year students.

Lilith was only happy for half a minute when she asked, "The flying broomsticks weren't with us when we were sent here."

"Then we'll all have to walk back to the dorm together?" Vasita's eyes lit up. "We haven't walked the mountain path with the third-year students yet!"

The little witch in second or third grade: "..."

They were wrong. What's worse than being dizzy for two weeks and then having to do homework when you wake up is having to walk for one or two hours through the mountains to get back to the dorm to do your homework.

Under the resentful gazes of the other little witches, Lilith went to the broom shed to retrieve her flying broom: "I'll head back now, you guys take your time!"

When she woke up on the first day, she walked back by herself.

Throughout the journey, Sylph kept apologizing to everyone.

The little witches complained, but they didn't blame her. Instead, they were very interested in the bellflowers.

"Seriously, this flower is amazing! Can it leave seeds? If we planted some near our homes, wouldn't it be even more powerful than a protective magic circle? It could take down anything below the peak level in a second!"

“I’m not sure.” Sylph shook her head. “I can’t hear the little bell anymore. I’ll ask it when my magic is back to normal.”

She doesn't know why the bellflower mutated, what other abilities it has besides sonic attacks, or how it relates to her witch talent and its manifestation.

Fortunately, when her magic is abundant, she can communicate with the little bell that has sprouted flower buds, and she should be able to gain something from it.

She secretly made up her mind that if the mutated bellflower could really leave seeds, she would definitely send some to all the innocent little witches who had been affected by her.

I feel really bad for taking up two weeks of everyone's time.