The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

It's terrible!

Who said that there is no threshold to learn Dragon Language? The volume is the threshold!

The sound of Ms. Amisha reading Dragon Language letters is deafening.

Moran had to turn down the volume of the video.

Ms. Amisha in the video asked her to follow along.

Moran hesitated for a second, then said with a deep breath: "Bo~"

Lilith and the others looked at her in shock: "???"

What stimulated Moran?

After a while, the deafening sound of Dragon Language came from their headphones.

Only then did they realize that Moran was reading Dragon Language words.

Dragon Language classes are like torture for the little witches' throats.

Before the get out of class ended, Amisha rubbed her ears and said, "Remember to drink some throat-soothing potion to cure your hoarse throats. If you don't know how to make it, you can pick some Qinglu flowers and soak them in water, but the effect will be slower."

Ms. Amisha left, and Vasida turned her head to look at Lilith and said with difficulty, "Senior sister, ahem, can you make a throat-soothing potion?"

Her voice was like a duck with its neck pinched, so harsh that Lilith couldn't help but want to laugh, but when she thought of herself, she couldn't laugh.

She opened her mouth and uttered two words with a hoarse voice: "No."

She may have studied potions, but the effort she put into it was not as much as magic and alchemy. Naturally, she would not spend time learning throat-soothing potions, which she thought she would never use in her life.

I didn't expect to be slapped in the face so soon.

Vasida sighed in disappointment. It seemed that she could only pick Qinglu flowers and soak them in water.

The seniors didn't know how to make throat soothing potions, so how could these little witches who had just entered the second grade and only learned recovery potions, insecticide potions, and weed control potions know how to make them?

The "Witch Potion Recipe Collection" just appeared in the second grade's optional reading list!

Wait, there's Moran!

"Moran, can you make it?"

Moran didn't even open her mouth, just nodded.

It's not that she didn't want to talk, but she couldn't speak for a long time.

Other little witches only took one Dragon Language class, but she took two classes at twice the speed.

She read Dragon Language twice as often as them, and her throat was hurt twice as much as theirs.

They could still say a few words with a hoarse voice, but Moran couldn't speak in the second half of this class, and even read the parts that needed to be read aloud in her mind.

In normal times, Vasida and the others would have asked Moran when he learned it.

Now it seems that he is naturally taciturn.

Moran put the flat-panel projector into the card and motioned for them to follow him.

The five little witches hurriedly "escaped" from the castle with their mouths shut, but in the corridor of the castle, they met the first-year girls whom they least wanted to meet at this moment.

"Good afternoon, seniors!"

Moran smiled and nodded in response, without stopping for a moment.

Others followed suit, and even if they could still speak, they kept their mouths shut.

The first-year witches watched them disappear at the end of the corridor, and fell into deep confusion: "Why did the seniors suddenly become so aloof?"

"How are they aloof? Senior Moran even smiled!"

"But they didn't say a word to us!"

...

When the little witches were puzzled, Bertha slapped her thigh and said, "I know!"

Seeing that the other little witches were looking at her, Bertha said, "The dean said that the second-year seniors are the hardest-working class she has ever taught. They study consciously during breaks! It's lunch break now, and the seniors are all in a hurry. They saw us wandering around the castle leisurely..."

The little witches understood the unfinished meaning of the words, and felt guilty: "Let's go! Go back and infect the pages of the book!"

Molan and the others walked quickly to the broom shed, picked up the broom and went to the herb garden.

On the path in the woods of greenhouse No. 1, Moran held the witch book and pointed at the throat soothing potion formula on it to her friends.

Finally, pointing to the dial on the wrist, the little witches said they understood and went into the woods separately.

Fifteen minutes later, they met outside the red house with the magic plants they had just collected.

Moran took the magic plants and brewed a pot of throat-soothing potion on the spot.

The green and sticky potion had not completely cooled down yet, and Moran took out a wooden spoon and gave one to each of the four friends around the crucible.

Then he took the lead in scooping a spoonful, blew it randomly, and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was warm at the entrance, and then it was a burst of coolness, rolling from the tip of the tongue into the throat. Moran suddenly felt that the burning sensation in his throat was relieved a lot, but there was still a feeling of potion sticking to his throat.

Lilith saw it, and without saying a word, she also scooped a spoonful and ate it.

Although it was a bit strange to drink the potion without a bottle, her throat couldn't wait any longer.

Vasida glanced at Sylph, then at Ais, with urging eyes.

After the two of them also scooped a spoonful, she took action and took up the rest.

After the cool feeling in her mouth gradually faded, Moran used the spring magic to pour a glass of water and drank it with her head tilted back.

The sticky throat-soothing potion was dispersed a little at once, and a more intense cool feeling came over her than the first time.

After the cool feeling faded again this time, Moran felt a sense of relief in her throat. She tried to cough lightly: "It's really better!"

Her voice also returned to normal.

After she started reading the picture book of "Witch Potion Collection", she often made a few pots of low-level potions while infecting broom grass.

The throat-soothing potion was learned at that time.

But they judge whether the brewing is successful based on the color and state of the potion, and rarely try the efficacy of the potion themselves.

Today was her first time to drink the throat-soothing potion, and she didn't expect the effect to be so immediate.

The throats of other little witches have also recovered.

"I didn't expect that Dragon Language is so difficult to learn! Do we have to drink a mouthful of throat-soothing potion every time we say a few words in the future?" Ai Si was a little discouraged.

If you want to go to the Delicious Island, you don't have to learn Dragon Language. You can actually communicate in the common language, but it's just not as advantageous as Dragon Language.

"I saw in the teaching video that Ms. Amisha spoke for a whole hour, and her throat was still good, and she didn't drink potions. I guess she will be able to adapt in the later stage!" Lilith said.

Moran affirmed what Lilith said: "I looked at the Dragon Language Dictionary, and it does mention that the throat of Dragon Language learners will be trained in the process of learning Dragon Language."

Ai Si held back and didn't give up.

"Anyway, we have to prepare the throat-soothing potion." Sylph said, "Fortunately, it's just a low-level potion, and it's not difficult to make."

"Even if it's not difficult, it's not something you can learn to make in a few days." Ai Si said.

"There are still a lot of herbs here, I'll make another pot, everyone can take some back for later use!" Moran said.

Ai Si and the others didn't bother to be polite with Moran, they really needed some potion to transition.