Generally, magic that is only developed by witches who are still alive or brought back from other worlds is not included in the "Witch Magic Catalog". "No." Amisha said: "That is the special magic of the academy's half-plane, which uses the space door opened by the plane space law. Only the three witches who are the masters of the half-plane, as well as the guardian deans of the academy and my original body can use it." Moran thought, no wonder Amisha in black robes always rides a broom to class! It's because she doesn't have the authority to use the academy's plane space door! The person in front of him, who is also wearing a black robe, but the robe has an obvious magic halo, it is a magic robe, and there are magic rings on all ten fingers. Is it the original body of the dean? Moran curiously observed the lady Amisha in front of him. She seems to be no different from the clone except that her equipment is more luxurious. "How is it? Do you want to try teleporting? This time, the teleportation is within the plane, the distance is short, and it won't be as embarrassing as when you entered school. You will arrive in a blink of an eye." Amisha asked. Moran shook her head and said without hesitation: "I want to ride on a broom!" She had already ridden the academy space gate, but not on a broom!
However: "Can a broom carry people?" "Of course!" Amisha touched the ring on her left little finger, and a golden broom appeared in her hand. The next second, it was taken back: "Not this one!" She touched the ring on her right ring finger again, and another one appeared... It should be a broom! Moran thought uncertainly. The handle of this broom is particularly thick and furry, and the tail is fluffy like a fox's tail. She really couldn't think of what kind of broom made of broom grass grown from weeds could achieve this effect. This one only appeared for a second, and Ms. Amisha seemed to have taken the wrong one again. Moran seriously suspected that Ms. Amisha was showing off her broom to her. Otherwise, how could a golden broom, a furry broom, a broom with a small table on the broom handle, a broom like a rocket launcher... all flashed by, and she touched all the rings on her ten fingers before finally finding the right one? "It turns out to be in this ring! Brooms cannot be placed in different spaces. I don't use this broom very often, and I even forgot which ring I put it in!" Amisha said, holding a large broom. This broom is similar to the basic broom that Moran saw Ms. Amisha and the seniors riding, and it is even more simple. The broom handle and broom head have no additional deformation. It is just one size larger than the average broom, with a longer broom handle and a larger broom head. The big broom floated beside Ms. Amisha, and she sat on it, then patted her back: "Come on!" The broom handle is long, and there is still plenty of space left at the back. Moran was a little nervous. She still didn't know the exact principle of riding a broom. A handful of grass grown, made into a broom, witches can ride it and fly. Why is it grass, why is it a broom, why can only witches do it? This is also an unsolved mystery for witches. She was a little unsure if she couldn't figure out the principle, but with the dean with her, nothing should go wrong, right? When Moran thought of this, she made up her mind and sat on it: "Eh?" The touch under her butt was completely different from what she thought.
She originally thought that the broom handle was just a stick, and it must be uncomfortable to sit on it. It was also fortunate that witches had the talent to ride a broom to fly. If it was a human man, riding it would be like torture. Unexpectedly, it was completely different! She seemed to be sitting on a soft cushion, and her back also had support, which was also soft. She even felt something protecting her waist. It was as if when she sat on it, a soft chair with a backrest suddenly appeared, supporting her, and even fastened her seat belt. "How is it? Don't look at this broom's plain appearance, but it can carry three people! Various configurations are extremely comfortable and easy to operate, but it lacks a little speed. It is the slowest one among all the brooms in my collection." Amisha said: "Are you ready?" "Ready-ah!" Before Moran finished speaking, the broom shot into the sky like an arrow from a string. Her hands were empty, and she didn't grab the broom handle! Her heart was in her throat. The wind blew on her face, and her entire upper body leaned back. Amisha heard the screams behind her and remembered that she had forgotten to open the wind shield. She touched a small tornado pattern on the broom handle and adjusted it to light blue. The next moment, Moran felt that the wind was weaker. The speed was still so fast, the strong wind turned into a breeze, and her body could stand up straight. "Hahaha! Isn't it cool! The first time to go to the sky, you have to be more decisive!" Ms. Amisha's laughter came. Moran: "..." Is this the lack of speed that the dean mentioned? The slowest one is so fast, how fast can the fastest one be? She felt that the speed was at least 100 yards, and it was an instant acceleration of 100 yards! If she hadn't been fixed on this cushion, she would have rolled off the broom. Although the wind was weak at this moment, the speed didn't drop at all. In just a moment, they all flew over the breadfruit forest! After the initial unexpected acceleration, Moran felt the joy of flying. She thought riding a broomstick: you have to hold the broomstick handle tightly with both hands to control the direction, and you have to face the strong wind and heavy rain, and there is only a rod under your buttocks. The actual riding of a broomstick: the buttocks are soft, with a safety belt and a backrest, just like sitting on a soft sofa, and you can free your hands to do whatever you want, and the wind and rain can be blocked. This made her look forward to the flying class next semester. However, all the expectations ended with a question: "Dean! Is it easy to make such a comfortable broom to ride?" "Easy! Only high-level alchemy witches can make it." Amisha said: "It is mainly because the runes for the functions of constant speed flight, magic control and manned are more advanced."
At this time, Moran still had a little hope: "What will the flying broom taught by the academy look like?" "There are no runes." Amisha said: "It can just be ridden and fly." Moran: "..." It seems that what she thought before was not wrong, but Ms. Amisha's flying broom has been modified. Advanced alchemy magic, it seems that she still has a long way to go before she can ride such a comfortable broom. "We're here!" The broom slowed down and landed on the largest open-air training ground. The training ground was full of sand and loess, and there were some large and small pits, some of which were black and some of which had water in them.