Chapter 1070 – Mo Lan’s Daily Life as Headmistress 2

Seven days later, in the evening.

Sylvia finished her bath and changed into a brand-new black Academy School Robe.

Mo Lan stood before the vanity mirror and turned to beckon her daughter over. “Come here, let me dry your hair.”

Sylvia trotted over and sat down in front of her mother. A warm breeze rose from Mo Lan’s palm, gently enveloping her daughter’s dripping wet hair. Under the influence of Magic, the moisture quietly evaporated, and the strands soon regained their fluffy volume.

Next, Mo Lan took out a small bottle of hair oil that gave off a fresh herbal fragrance, carefully working it through Sylvia’s hair. Then she produced a deep purple lace hair ribbon and placed it gently on her daughter’s head. “Let’s braid it — that way it won’t get in the way when you move around.”

The two ends of the ribbon seemed to possess a life of their own, unfurling automatically and deftly combing and weaving through the long hair.

In less than three minutes, a neat and silky braid had been completed.

“When I first enrolled, your Grandma Shana gave me a Magical Hair Ribbon too.” Mo Lan ran her hand along her daughter’s braid, her eyes full of nostalgia. “Now it’s my turn to give one to you… Sylvia, congratulations on entering the Witch Academy.”

Sylvia touched the ribbon, her eyes brimming with delight. “Thank you, Mama!”

“And there’s this,” Mo Lan said, taking out a Gem Coin Card. “All the Gem Coins you’ve saved up from running the general store over the years are stored inside. Once you learn Card Magic, you’ll be able to use them to buy things.”

“Mm!” Sylvia nodded vigorously and carefully accepted the card.

She had long since compiled a lengthy list of things she wanted to buy, but her mother had told her that many items couldn’t be brought into the Academy, so she would have to wait until after enrollment to figure things out.

Mo Lan continued with many more reminders and instructions, yet when it came to anything about the Academy’s inner workings, she — like all Witch mothers — didn’t breathe a single word.

Some scenery must be seen by the children themselves; some experiences must be lived through on their own. Telling them in advance would rob them of so many surprises.

At eight o’clock sharp, the enrollment notice imprint on Sylvia’s wrist suddenly blazed with light, and the transport passage connecting to the Witch Academy Semi-Plane silently opened.

She barely had time to turn and wave at her mother before the transport passage swept her inside.

After her daughter departed, Mo Lan’s true body also quietly arrived at the Witch Academy, silently replacing one of the Headmistress clones presiding over the ceremony on the Great Hall’s high platform.

She glanced sideways and noticed that the demeanor of the three other “Headmistresses” beside her had also undergone subtle changes.

Clearly, Vasida, Sylph, and Lilith had all arrived in person as well.

The number of young Witches enrolling each year was now dozens of times what it had been in their day, and the Witch Academy had undergone massive expansion to accommodate them.

The Great Hall before her had been spatially enlarged from its original foundation and was now as vast as two football fields.

The number of Headmistress clones presiding over the ceremony had also been increased to several dozen, all standing silently upon the high platform.

Below the platform, the Academy’s long tables were already filled with second- through fifth-year young Witches; only the first-year section reserved for new students remained empty. Yet no matter how the scale changed, the core traditions of the enrollment ceremony had never been altered.

Mo Lan’s gaze fell to the space between the high platform and the long tables, where an enormous Magic Waterbed lay.

At this moment, black-hole-like transport entrances were continuously appearing above the waterbed, “spitting out” new students one after another.

It wasn’t until she became Headmistress that Mo Lan understood: the reason the transport experience through the Academy Semi-Plane was so “turbulent” and “winding” was entirely by design.

Flipping through the 《Headmistress’s Notes》 in the lounge, she had read that this tradition had been established since the school’s founding and continued to this day. Its purpose was to let new students fully experience the flow of spatial power during transport, laying a foundation for their future study of Spatial Magic and long-distance teleportation, and reducing discomfort.

Mo Lan’s true body, which had departed later, had already arrived at the Great Hall, yet Sylvia, who had departed first, was still spinning and tumbling through the transport passage.

A full minute passed before the black hole finally spat her out, and she tumbled onto the Magic Waterbed.

Sylvia propped herself up in a daze, only to discover that every upperclasswoman in the entire Great Hall was staring at her. Her cheeks instantly turned crimson.

Fortunately, right after her, Tessa, Evelyn, and Dorella came tumbling down beside her one after another.

With the four young Witches gathered together, their courage returned considerably.

They helped each other climb down from the waterbed and finally managed to steady themselves on their feet. When they looked up at the high platform, they all froze in unison.

Standing on the platform were dozens of “Headmistresses” identical in appearance and attire.

Even after hearing the upperclasswomen around them quietly explaining “those are the new Headmistresses,” they were still too stunned to speak.

“How can there be so many Headmistresses! And they all look the same?” Tessa rubbed her eyes.

“Do you all feel like…” Sylvia began in a whisper, “the Headmistresses look… a little familiar?”

“I feel it too!” Tessa, Evelyn, and Dorella responded almost simultaneously.

They exchanged glances, but in the end chalked it up to yet another “trick of the imagination.”

After all, compared to that inexplicable sense of familiarity, the dozens of identical clones before them were clearly far more striking.

Once all the new students had arrived, the aptitude test officially began.

Every young Witch in this cohort had been nurtured by the Witch Tree as a Second-Generation Sorceress, so the test results held no suspense whatsoever — every single one showed “All-Element Magic aptitude, Unlimited.”

This meant that as long as they were interested, they could study any Magic in depth. The road ahead was vast, and their potential boundless.