Agatha and Basil disappeared into the pillar of light.
Sophie fell back into the muddy water.
The other students around her, also thrown into the mud, looked at Sophie.
Sophie wasn't panicked. She had been told that the other students didn't know finger magic yet.
They only knew some innate abilities granted by their fairy tale villain identities or magical tricks passed down in their families.
Meaning, right now... apart from the professors, she was invincible.
And the professor... Basil told her a secret—the current Dean of Evil wasn't evil enough, and they had a mutual acquaintance.
They were both from Gavaldon.
However, facing Sophie, who was out of place in the School for Evil, not everyone turned a blind eye.
A shirtless boy with a baby face and emo bangs approached Sophie.
"Great, that bird ate my shirt, wow."
"Can I touch your hair?"
"Most witches don't have princess hair."
"Must smell like cake."
"I like cake."
Very talkative.
Sophie looked disgusted; he dared to imitate Basil.
Her finger glowed.
Invisible wind kept the boy from approaching.
She turned and confidently walked towards a werewolf wearing armor and a cape.
Walked into a dungeon-like passage.
Running into Dean Lesso, who was rushing over after hearing about the anomaly.
"You are Sophie, Sophie of Gavaldon? Follow me!"
Sophie raised her head confidently, ignoring the disgusted looks around her.
Basil and Agatha's situation was quite different.
Perhaps sensing Basil's thoughts.
Agatha, who should have appeared in the princess area amidst a sea of flowers, was replaced by Basil.
Thus, under the brilliant sunlight, the handsome youth held a sword, his fair skin glowing, lying quietly in the center of the flower sea, guarded by fairies.
In the arena, the dark-skinned girl with an afro appeared on the turf.
Tedros, looking around for the holy sword, accidentally kicked her, but in that instant, it felt like he kicked his own heart.
Beatrix and the princesses led by her also happened to see Basil.
They had never seen such a handsome boy; compared to him, Tedros? Who's that?
All the princesses blushed, full of girlish shyness.
In this instant, they all imagined attending the ball with Basil, and even more intimate scenes.
"He's mine!" Beatrix, with blond hair, an exquisite crown, and a luxurious princess dress, looking gentle and cute, changed her face in a second, glaring fiercely to both sides.
The princesses on both sides instantly became depressed. Although Tedros was left over. But there's a saying, 'I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the sun'. Right now, Tedros was that darkness.
Beatrix put on a sweet smile again.
Sat next to Basil, her soft hand unreservedly caressing his cheek.
So, Basil opened his eyes and saw a girl with an exquisite face, blinking pale green eyes, saying softly, "Are you lost? My prince."
It was Beatrix.
The girl leaned closer, seemingly eager to devour Basil alive.
Among the girls behind her, one wearing a Japanese kimono "softly" reminded: "Beatrix, before graduation, we students of the School for Good must remain pure."
"I know, I know." Beatrix repeated in a low voice, but got closer to Basil.
She was too beautiful.
Movies are acted by people after all, but in the real world, as a true princess, she was much more beautiful.
So much so that Basil forgot to complain—a college caring about purity? Normal colleges even give credits for marriage.
He was now completely immersed in the beauty of the girl before him.
He could even feel her warm breath mixed with unknown floral fragrance hitting his cheek.
Strong willpower pulled him out of his infatuation; he looked around. This was a well-landscaped garden.
Beatrix's followers stood not far from her.
But it must be said, her followers were well chosen.
All served to highlight her beauty.
Except for the somewhat pretty dark-haired girl with tan skin, the other red-haired girl and Japanese girl were very average. And a fat black girl who was barely recognizable as female.
She left the deepest impression on Basil.
In the movie, the ugliest one, she actually called Agatha, who was of the same race and considered pretty compared to her, a "demon."
Other princesses like witches, trolls, and hunchbacks were much more polite.
And the fairies flying around.
Completely different from the Harry Potter world.
Harry Potter ones had colorful wings, looked like humans, 1 to 5 inches tall, all female—the pretty kind.
But the fairies pulling at the corner of his clothes right now wore clothes, wrapped in white gauze, looking pretty from afar.
But up close, their faces had obvious beast-like features, sharp teeth and ears.
There were even males and blacks among them.
Fairies have blacks too, truly politically correct.
"Can you go further away?" Beatrix said with basic politeness to the ugly creatures in her eyes—the fairies. "This prince obviously doesn't need to go to the Grooming Room."
The girls behind her also praised respectively.
"His smile can make a hundred flowers bloom."
"His skin surpasses snow."
"His hair is like gold forged by the most skilled craftsman."
"His eyes are like clear sapphires, a pool of lake water."
Beatrix raised her exquisite chin in satisfaction. "Alright, my prince, we should go to the Welcoming Feast."
Then she took Basil's arm and pulled him up.
At this time, Agatha was also pulled up by Tedros.
He was covering his face, obviously slapped by her.
But his face was full of sweetness.
Just now Agatha was anxious to find Sophie in the School for Evil.
Tedros said directly that those there were villains, Good and Evil don't mix.
Resulting in a slap.
Until he said there would be a Welcoming Feast attended by both schools, Agatha calmed down.
Willing to talk to him.
Tedros smiled, his eyes full of Agatha.
"I've never seen a princess with such an attitude, very impressive."
Agatha frowned and mocked, "I'm not a princess, just an ordinary girl."
But looking at Tedros's burning gaze, she felt a hint of jealousy. "Usually they smile and wink at you?"
Tedros nodded without hesitation. "Yeah, that's too boring. So thank you for not being boring."
Agatha laughed out loud. "No, I'm actually very boring."
Just as the atmosphere turned pink and she was about to mention her hairless cat named Reaper, Professor Dovey's appearance interrupted their conversation.
She was energetic, her face filled with an unprecedented smile.
"Hello, Agatha of Gavaldon."
However, although she was talking to Agatha, her eyes looked at Tedros's waist.
Where there should have been a sword unparalleled in the world, symbolizing British royalty.
But now it was gone.
Tedros didn't notice; his mind was all on Agatha. "You came to take Agatha to the Grooming Room, right? She deserves better dressing up."
Professor Dovey, who wanted to ask about the holy sword's whereabouts, ignored it for now and said excitedly: "No need. In the future, you will never need to care about dressing up or appearance. The main purpose of the School for Good is to let everyone discover and learn the power of Good. Positive emotions."
"How kind a person is isn't determined by appearance, but by behavior."
"Tedros, here we must thank your father's holy sword; it brought true Good back to the school. Dispelled Rafal's influence."
"But where did it go?"
Hearing about the holy sword, Tedros finally regained some rationality: "I don't know, it turned into a golden pillar of light."
"I know." Agatha suddenly became excited.
Both looked at her.
Agatha: "We might have all been sorted into the wrong school just now. Sophie, Basil, and I were taken to the School for Evil by a big bird and thrown into the mud."
"At that moment, that pillar of light appeared and enveloped the three of us."
"To take us to the correct school."
"Then, the water in the mud pit turned scarlet, forming a man's figure, and grabbed Sophie."
"Sophie fell into the mud and was sorted into the School for Evil."
"Rafal!" Professor Dovey began to tremble. "He's back? He hasn't appeared for centuries since he failed to murder his brother."
"Just influencing the balance of Good and Evil in the dark, making the School for Good vain, caring more about appearance than heart."
"Sophie? A Reader. He wants a Reader in his school."
"Wait, True Love's Kiss? He wants a Reader's kiss!"
Professor Dovey turned her head. "Reader, you are right. Sophie was probably sorted into the wrong school."
"When a kind heart loses everything and sees only one person, it generates immense magic power. Not to mention she is a Reader."
"Rafal wants to be the only one in Sophie's eyes. He hopes to join hands with Sophie and destroy the entire school!"
"So, Good is being oppressed by Evil?" Tedros struck a bodybuilding pose. "Anything I need to do? Dean?"
But neither paid attention to him.
Agatha pursued: "Can we go straight back to Gavaldon? We don't belong here. And what is a Reader?"
"Go back?" Professor Dovey chuckled. "Don't say stupid things. There is no way back. (Agatha shocked: What?)"
"As for Readers. Every once in a while, a lucky one is chosen from the outside world into this sacred institution; we call them Readers because they can read the magical adventures originating here."
"They call this fairy tales."
"Alright, follow me."
"After sending you to the hall, I have to find another new student—Basil Granger."
"As for you, Tedros. You have a performance later. This is your job as a prince."
"Remember to find another sword; Lesso will definitely target you. She has always been dissatisfied with Evil losing to Good."
Club Public Screen.
Madison: "So you all entered that magic academy?"
Sophie: "Yes! But Basil and I aren't in the same one. We were supposed to go to the School for Good together. But that hateful Rafal—"
Madison: "Who is Rafal?"
Sophie: "He should be the big villain Basil mentioned. I found out from Dean Lesso. He suddenly appeared and grabbed my ankle. We were supposed to go to the School for Good! I knew it, I'm a princess! That Rafal definitely wants me to turn dark. Just like Basil said before. But now—"
Madison: "But now you definitely won't, right. I know. I care most about Basil now! He hasn't spoken."
——
Basil was really busy right now.
With the true Dean of Good absent and true Good descending on the School for Good, all teachers received an epic buff.
So, Dean Dovey of the School for Good easily found Basil.
Just now, Basil was walking and snuggling with Beatrix.
Immersed in their own world, a black lady with blue eyeshadow and all gold appeared.
She wasn't ugly or pretty, skin not very dark, figure not bloated like Beatrix's black follower.
But a second ago, Basil was staring straight at Beatrix's perfect profile, stroking her hair, playing with the pink diamond-encrusted choker on her neck.
The next second, Professor Dovey appeared.
If it were Charlize Theron with weird styling, it would be a surprise, but Professor Dovey was a shock.
Especially since she was holding something like a magic wand/scepter.
My childhood is back! Dark version of the Magic Fairy Queen.
"Beatrix, please lend me your little boyfriend for a moment."
"By the way, reminding you, the School for Good has returned to its old ways. No more getting stars just by putting on makeup, looking pretty, and smiling nicely. Girls, please enrich your brains. The library will replace the Grooming Room as your regular haunt."
"But conversely, failing will no longer turn you into something else. Only repeating a grade."
The princesses chattered excitedly.
But they were mostly happy.
"Really?"
"Does that mean we don't have to wear dresses?"
"I can finally breathe."
Professor Dovey ignored them; her gaze shifted to the sword at Basil's waist, smiling even more brilliantly: "Hello, Basil of Gavaldon. I am Clarissa Dovey, Dean of the School for Good."
"You saved this school!"
"What a miracle, it's like it was perfectly made for you. Clearly a Reader, yet with a kingly demeanor, as if the ruler of Camelot descended upon the academy."
"No wonder it responded to you with unprecedented light and left Tedros."
"Oh," Basil twirled the sword, "Is it that Tedros's? I need to—"
Actually, Basil had already tried turning it into a card.
But this sword cost 50,000 Gems.
If he really had to return it, he could only make a card.
Fortunately, everyone seemed to think this sword belonged to him.
Beatrix leaned in again, softly pressing against Basil's arm. "King Arthur's Excalibur was also obtained from the Lady of the Lake. It is yours. You are much more outstanding than Tedros."
"I heard it just now too, it was you, Basil, who changed the school. If it doesn't belong to you, who else?"
"I don't have to be scared anymore, maintaining this makeup. Tomorrow, I'll show you another style of me. I've wanted to try it for a long time!"
"Yeah, yeah." Other princesses chimed in.