Chapter 26: 26. Chapter 26: Dean of the Academy

Chapter 26: The Headmistress, the Headmistress, and the Headmistress

Moran, who was leading the way at the front, stumbled as she was bumped from behind by Vasida and Sylph.

Vasida was quick to grab her: "Moran, what's wrong?"

Moran pointed upward: "The Headmistress!"

"The Headmistress? Isn't the Headmistress..." Vasida looked up. Who else could it be coming down the stairs but the Headmistress?

However, this Headmistress was wearing a deep purple robe.

Amidst the little witches' expressions of having seen a ghost, Ms. Amisha took the initiative to show concern: "Good morning, little witches! If you are heading to the West Tower, go up to the second floor, turn left, and keep walking!"

"Thank you... Headmistress..."

The purple-robed Amisha headed toward the corridor on the right side of the second floor and quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Um, I didn't just see things, did I? Was that really Headmistress Amisha?" Vasida rubbed her eyes.

"You didn't see things; I saw it too." Sylph rubbed her arms and leaned closer to Moran. She suddenly felt the brightly lit castle had become somewhat eerie.

"We all saw it!" All the little witches were shivering, huddling together and chattering all at once.

"Why are there two Headmistresses?"

"Could it be that the Headmistress we met earlier went up to the third floor from somewhere else and then came down here?"

"But one is in blue and the other is in purple. Is there really a need to change clothes?"

"I heard that some witches' robes can change shape at will..."

"But the blue-robed Headmistress already said good morning! Why did the purple-robed one say it again?"

"Maybe the Headmistress is just very polite?"

"Right, right! That must be it!"

"But we ran here, and the stairs on the other side of the corridor are still quite far away. How fast would the Headmistress have to be to take a huge detour and still appear here ahead of us?"

"Well, otherwise, how could she be the First Witch?"

"True!"

They found a reason that was barely plausible and used it to smooth over the matter.

Only then did they regain their composure and continue toward the West Tower.

The West Tower had seven floors in total. Since they had come from the second-floor corridor, they were also on the second floor of the West Tower and had to climb the stairs.

After much effort, they climbed to the top floor and found the classroom.

Just as they were about to enter, they were startled by a black-robed witch flying in from the tower balcony.

Seeing them, she greeted them warmly: "Good morning, little witches!"

"Head... Headmistress?"

This time, the little witches truly could not think of any reason why Ms. Amisha would take a massive loop around the first and second floors of the castle, fly in from the west, and change into three different colored outfits in the process.

The Headmistress couldn't be intentionally scaring them on the first day of school!

Witches didn't have twins, let alone triplets.

The limited experience of the little witches was completely unable to explain this.

At this moment, they were thinking all sorts of things, but none of their expressions looked particularly good.

"Ha! So you've seen the other two of me!" Amisha knew exactly what was happening as she placed her broom on the broom rack on the balcony.

The little witches were filled with question marks: "The other two?"

"In the academy, it's nothing strange to see several of me; they are all me!" As Amisha spoke, she counted the number of little witches: "Good, everyone is here. Don't just stand there like fools, get into the classroom!"

The little witches followed closely behind the Headmistress into the room.

Inside the spacious lecture hall, there were thirty sets of wide desks and chairs.

Six per row, for a total of five rows.

With a wave of her wand, Amisha pushed the three sets of desks from the first row into a door beside the classroom, and moved the remaining three desks in the first row toward the center

"Alright! Take your seats! Your alchemy classes will be held here until the end of your third year."

The little witches tacitly left the three seats in the first row for Moran, Vasida, and Sylph.

It was said that witches with all-around talent were best seated in the front row so everyone could see them and they could learn at any time.

Moran sat in the middle of the first row, with Vasida to her left and Sylph to her right.

However, no one was paying much attention to seating right now; they were all staring at the Headmistress.

They watched as she finished moving the desks, then went through the door behind the podium to pull out a large pile of parchment and various items of unknown use, while introducing them

"Half of the West Tower is the alchemy classroom, and the other half is the low-level magical materials warehouse. In the future, if you need any materials, look for them yourselves in the warehouse on the eastern half of the West Tower. There is an entrance on every floor, and the entrance to the top floor is right here."

Finally, Cheryl, whose curiosity was overflowing, could not hold back: "Headmistress! How... how did you turn into three people?"

"Hmm..." Amisha saw the curiosity in the little witches' eyes and teased them by building the suspense, only to finally say: "Ask me that question on the day you graduate, and perhaps I will tell you."

Just as she finished speaking, the bell rang—timed perfectly.

"Alright! It's ten o'clock. Let's begin class!"

The little witches, who had only been enrolled for four days: "..."

Moran even suspected whether the Witch Academy had some tradition of being cryptic, otherwise, how could everyone from the Headmistress to the seniors be so in sync?

She finally understood why Senior Lilith had told them not to be startled.

Meeting three Headmistresses in one morning—how could one not be startled?

The little witches had no time to overthink, as Ms. Amisha had already begun the lecture.

"When the schedule was updated on Friday night, you were all probably quite surprised that it was all introductory alchemy classes, weren't you?"

Ms. Amisha sat in a high-backed chair at the podium, crossing her long legs, and spoke unhurriedly

"That is because, to officially begin magical studies, whether in theory or practice, one cannot do without two things.

One is the Book of Witches—the legacy book that accompanies every witch throughout her life; the other is the wand—the essential auxiliary tool for a witch's spellcasting.

The Book of Witches, the wand, and the flying broomsticks you will encounter in the future—these three things are to a witch what talent manifestation is to a mage; they are special magical items that only a witch can control.

Every aspect of a witch's learning, spellcasting, and life requires them.

Every witch must master the methods of creating these three items, whether she is an alchemy witch or not.

The Book of Witches, the wand, and the flying broomstick may be lost or damaged, but the mastered methods of creation can always be used by us.

In this week's introductory alchemy class, we are going to learn how to make your own Book of Witches and wand!"

Only then did Moran realize that every witch's Book of Witches, wand, and flying broomstick were made by her own hands.

It made sense. Witches who broke free from despair and hardship couldn't even use magic properly at first; besides making them themselves, where else could they obtain such precious magical items?