The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

"It's just an accident, don't blame yourself." Amisha didn't blame her:

"When it happened, even we who were always paying attention to the little witch didn't react.

In the process of witches developing their own talents, there will be all kinds of unexpected accidents.

But since you can communicate with it, find out its function as soon as possible!

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

Sylph nodded, she also wanted to make up for it as much as possible.

In the eyes of Moran and others, only Sylph was comforting the wind chime softly, and the wind chime didn't hear the voice at all.

After a long while, Sylph finally got the answer:

"Only the leaves it shed can resolve its sonic attack... But my magic can help it grow some new leaves quickly, but I need to take down the soundproof cover.

It is still a young plant and cannot control its sonic attack. It will only scream uncontrollably when its flower buds are touched."

"Okay! Wait a minute!" Amisha took out her wand and cast a silent magic on a flower: "Okay, now it's okay even if you touch its flower buds."

She will never put the little witches in danger for the second time.

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

Sylph slowly opened the soundproof cover.

The bellflower, which had been in prison for a week, was about to cry with joy. Its thin flower stem stood straight and breathed in fresh air.

Subconsciously, it wanted to rub its "mother" with its flower buds, and then suddenly froze and shrank its flower buds.

Amisha snorted coldly, she knew that this flower was unreliable.

On the day of the accident, it was Sylph who wanted to touch the flower, but the flower had already developed some intelligence when it grew buds, and it could be considered a living plant.

She knew that her buds could not be touched, but she did not avoid them because of her clingy nature, which led to the current result.

Sylph put her hand in the flowerpot and input a little magic into it.

The wind bell flower was visibly refreshed.

It wanted to use all its strength to grow a strong body and beautiful buds.

But thinking of "Mom"'s words, and the big and small villains who were eyeing it covetously, it had to use all its strength to grow leaves.

Soon, buds emerged on the stems, stretched out, and turned into small leaves.

When the leaves grew up, they fell off on their own.

One, two, three, until she had shed eighty-five small leaves, Sylph stopped outputting magic and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The growth of leaves consumes more magic power than expected. She is almost drained, with less than 0.1% of her magic power left.

If it lasts a little longer, she will probably faint.

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

Moran looked at the potion eagerly. This is the legendary recovery potion!

"Thank you, Dean!" Sylph took the potion and drank it all.

The leaves were collected and fed to other little witches. The silent magic was canceled, and the soundproof crystal cover was covered again.

Windbell flower resisted in vain and cursed.

It's just that Sylph just consumed too much. Even if she drank the recovery potion, it was the most common apprentice-level recovery potion, which could only make her feel a little better, and could not restore her magic power on a large scale.

She was in a bad state and temporarily lost the ability to communicate with Windbell flower, and did not hear Windbell flower's protest at all.

Only the fairy Bi'er, who was born to talk to plants, twitched the corners of her mouth silently.

This flower is really noisy!

The leaves of the wind chime flower are indeed a good remedy for its sonic attack.

After feeding a complete leaf, all the little witches, whether they are intermediate, elementary or apprentice, woke up immediately.

"Okay!" Amisha clapped her hands and began to drive people away: "Go back! Start the class tomorrow according to the normal schedule!"

The little witches only knew that they were knocked out by a flower, and they were still a little confused.

While being pushed out by the dean, she asked:

"What time is it now?"

"Two weeks. It's Sunday of the fifth week."

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

"One o'clock in the afternoon."

"What? One o'clock in the afternoon? Damn! I haven't written my thesis yet!"

Many people have not finished their thesis: "Dean! Will the thesis homework be handed in normally tomorrow?"

"Of course!" Ms. Amisha ruthlessly drove them out of the infirmary with the flowers.

After two weeks of not sleeping, the magic clone also needs to rest!

Little witches: (﹏)

Nothing is more sad than being in a daze for two weeks, waking up to find that time is shorter and homework is still to be done.

"Why isn't today Saturday or Friday? Why is it Sunday?"

What's worse is that they are in the castle now.

"It's OK! We can fly back!" The little witches in the second and third grades still found some comfort.

At least they don't have to walk back like the little girls in the first grade.

Lilith was happy for less than half a minute when she asked, "When we were sent here, the flying broom didn't come with us."

"Doesn't everyone have to walk back to the dormitory together?" Vasida's eyes lit up: "I haven't walked the mountain road with the third-year seniors yet!"

Little witches in the second and third grades: "..."

They were wrong. What was worse than being in a coma for two weeks and having to do homework when you wake up was having to walk an hour or two on the mountain road to get back to the dormitory to do your homework.

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

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

Along the way, Sylph kept apologizing to everyone.

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

"To be honest, your flower is too powerful. Can it leave seeds? If you plant some near your home, wouldn't it be more powerful than the protective magic circle? Below the peak level, it will be knocked down in one second!"

"Not sure." Sylph shook her head: "I can't hear the sound of the little bell now. I'll ask it when my magic power recovers."

She didn't know why the wind chime mutated, what other abilities it had besides sonic attacks, and what was the relationship between her witch talent and talent embodiment.

Fortunately, when her magic power is sufficient, she can communicate with the little bells that have grown flower buds, and she should be able to gain something by then.

She secretly made up her mind that if the mutant wind bell flower can really leave seeds, she will definitely give some to the little witches who were innocently affected by her this time.

She felt a little sorry for delaying everyone's time for two weeks.