“That potioneering instructor from Ruersk Elementary Academy is really too much! She’s simply an old witch who specializes in devouring the apprentices’Creativity.”
“Instructor Hessiana, I didn’t dare to say much when I was in her class back then. Were you the one who poured the stinky liquid on her back then?”
“Of course, it was a perfect plan... that old witch didn’t appear in the academy for a whole month.”
“I remember... the apprentices of the same batch as me even celebrated this matter.”
Shier looked at the Miss Spell Caster who was one or two years younger than her and proudly twirled the charcoal pen in her hand.
When she was communicating with Hiri, she was surprised to learn that Hiri was also a graduate student of the Roulsk Academy. At that time, she was only one year older than Hiri.