The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

Fortunately, Moran is a witch.

The quality of magic power is high, more durable than magic power, and the total amount is much higher than that of little witches of the same grade.

There are more opportunities to practice magic, and there are more choices.

If it were another little witch, there would be no way to practice for so long.

When magic power is limited, even practicing magic must be prioritized.

After Moran figured out these things, she also understood why most witches only practice the Qingquan Art when they need it, and are satisfied when the amount of water is enough for daily use.

It is also a better choice for them to spend magic power on practicing other more important magic.

"Qingquan Dingdong" is of great help to Moran in learning Qingquan Art in depth.

She already knows how to practice this magic at each stage.

The rest is to practice step by step.

After reading this book, there is another one.

"What is Magic", "History of Witches", "Ignition, Lighting and Water Making"... are all waiting in line for her to read!

Unknowingly, it was late at night.

Half of the weekend had passed in a flash, and Moran felt a deep sense of urgency.

In order to have a new start next week and read new books.

She strictly controlled her sleep time and only slept for five hours, which was stuck on the healthy sleep timeline of little witches aged thirteen to eighteen.

She also made a special alarm card to plan her time more accurately.

Unfortunately, even so, she was unable to finish reading the last book she planned to read, "Ignition, Lighting and Water Making", before noon on Sunday, not to mention trying to learn new magic.

Last weekend, she invited senior Lilith, Vasida and Sylph to dinner, but it ended up being messed up. Fortunately, the senior saved the day.

Today she must avenge her previous shame.

Moran took a basket and prepared to go to the food collection point to get fresh ingredients.

Before she even stepped out of the dormitory door, she saw seniors everywhere in the sky in the dormitory area.

What kind of flying broom team building are the seniors doing?

But why are they all floating in the air?

"Senior Lilith! What are you doing?" Moran asked curiously.

"Waiting for the Golden Bird Letter!" Lilith replied: "Oh right! You don't know yet? At 12:30 noon on Sundays of even-numbered weeks, the academy will open the Golden Bird Letter channel. All letters will fly into the academy at this time and be delivered to us."

"What is the Golden Bird Letter?" Moran was a little confused.

"Do you still remember the admission notice? That is the highest level of Golden Bird Letter, with top confidentiality and security, and it also combines the magic of the contracted witch." Lilith said.

Moran remembered the communication agreement he had made with his mother before entering school, and hurriedly asked: "Then how should we reply?"

Lilith sighed: "After you learn how to make Golden Bird letter paper, you can reply. This will be taught in the basic alchemy class in the second grade. I haven't learned it yet!"

It's too uncomfortable to receive letters but not be able to reply.

Moran didn't even need to ask, he knew that this was another routine of the academy to encourage little witches to learn magic.

At least now, she can't wait to learn how to make the golden bird letter paper in the alchemy class a year later.

"The golden bird is coming!"

Someone shouted, and Moran subconsciously looked up at the sky.

More than a hundred golden lights streaked across like meteors, most of which fell to the dormitory area, and a few flew to other places.

One of them flew straight towards her.

When she got closer, she could see clearly that it was a golden paper bird.

It was smaller than the paper bird on the admission notice, and the golden light was dimmer.

It was obviously not as hidden as the admission notice. Even if the other golden birds didn't belong to her, she could clearly see the traces.

For example, the one that "chattered" at the window of Vasida's dormitory, and the one that went directly into Sylph's dormitory through the closed door.

The one that belonged to Moran fell directly into her palm.

The little paper bird tilted its head, and the golden light faded, turning into an ordinary piece of paper.

"Little Moran, is your college life surprising?

When the letter from the golden bird arrives, it should be the Sunday of the second week!

At this time, are you worried about the water tower that is empty again? Have you finished writing the paper for the theoretical class?

Hahaha, don't worry, every little witch has gone through this.

The hardships you have experienced in school will be sweet in retrospect.

Think positively, you at least have a basic cooking skill, and you don't have to endure the unpalatable breadfruit..."

Moran suppressed his laughter and muttered in a low voice: "Mother Shana will definitely not think that I am a witch, and I learned the spring technique in the second week, and even finished the paper homework before the weekend! I really want to see her surprised look."

"... Mom didn't lie to you, you can eat as many Dodo bird eggs as you want in the academy.

You must eat more before the third grade, otherwise there will be no more.

I am on my way to Moon Harbor now. I heard that handsome mermaids often sneak ashore there, and I plan to stay there for a while.

That's all for now. I will write to you after I settle down in Moon Harbor.

I know you can't make golden bird stationery yet, so don't rush to write me back.

——Love you Shana"

Molan: "..."

Even Shana's mother, the person involved, can't figure out what race her paternal bloodline is, probably because Shana's mother changes boyfriends too quickly.

In her words, ugly hearts are all the same, and beautiful appearances are unique.

Maybe it's the occupational disease of the spiritual witch!

This letter should have been written during the journey. The handwriting is sloppy and the content is brief. Moran can feel Shana's mother's urgent mood for the Moon Harbor.

"Moran! Did you get the letter too?" Sylph ran out of the dormitory and was about to ask where the letter came from when she saw Moran reading the letter.

"Well! At 12:30 noon on Sundays of even-numbered weeks, the college will release the golden bird letter into the college." Moran told her the news she heard from senior Lilith, including the method of replying.

"Damn! Why do you only teach how to make golden bird letters in the second grade! Then I can't reply to my parents for a whole year?"

The first-year little witches complained.

But complaining is useless.

Either you finish reading the books in the first-year library, apply for a pass to the second-year library, and then go there to find books to learn in advance.

Or you can only wait until the dean teaches in the second grade.

Even asking the senior students for letter paper was not possible, as the dean would not let them "help".

It was not surprising at all!

Moran folded the letter silently and put it in her bag. She would go back together when she could make the golden bird letter paper. She would definitely surprise Shana's mother by then.

For now, she continued to go to the food collection area to get the food.