Operation Red Book

The Stry Wizarding Academy is backed by a large barren mountain range, which stretches from north to south, forming a natural protective barrier.

Normally, the witches and professors in the academy would always take magic books or crystal balls and go deep into the jungle.

Most of the time, they usually have only one destination, which is the icy lake located in the center of the barren mountains.

As the name suggests, the lake there is frozen all year round. The hotter the temperature, the thicker the ice on the lake surface. The colder the weather, the warmer the dark green lake water becomes like ocean waves.

No one knows why the glacial lake is formed, and no one is willing to explore the formation of ice on the lake surface.

Some people say that there is an ice dragon sleeping in the center of the lake. It likes cold temperatures and doesn't like to see the scorching sun.

Some people say that this barren mountain is actually an ancient giant beast, maybe a giant turtle or a giant crocodile, and this icy lake is its eye.

Others say it's because of Earth's atmospheric circulation... which is ridiculous, right? I mean, this is the wizarding world.

Here, the most widely circulated saying is about the synaesthesia trees. Someone has recorded that the number of synaesthesia trees growing by the ice lake is more than that of all Europe combined.

The Tongsheng Tree is composed of two intertwined branches. At the junction of the forked branches, countless branches spiral upward and extend to both sides.

The leaves on both sides have different shapes and colors. One side is yellow maple leaves, and the other side is pine leaves covered with thorns. This type of leaves is the most common.

Wizards believe that the ice lake is the nourishment of the Tongsheng Tree, the barren mountain is the message channel of the Tongsheng Tree, and California is the territory of the Tongsheng Tree.

That’s all a story for later. In short, the barren mountains and icy lakes have accompanied generations of wizards in Sterri and are a traditional hiking destination.

However, there is an unwritten rule in the wizarding world: in the second half of the night after the moon rises, wizards must quickly leave the barren mountains.

The moon is the lair of the vampire tribe. They will use the bright and pure white moon as a conveyor belt to quickly transport themselves to the fresh blood that is still awake...

"That's bullshit!"

Beatrice sat on a sapling tree beside the icy lake. She spread her hands and cursed out loud as if it was a joke.

"I come here every day to look at the moon, and I've never seen a big bat suddenly appear there."

The soft moonlight was like a veil, covering Beatrice's dark face.

A huge bright moon rose above the icy lake, with surging green waves below.

The gray-spotted moon was like a round disk, reflected in Beatrice's amber eyes.

Thick, curled eyelashes surrounded the moon, like a deep well covered with reeds.

The watery light shimmers in the deep eye sockets, but a smudge of red dilutes the upturned ends of the eyes, replacing the usual sharpness with a hint of grievance.

"Whatever you say is what it is..."

Sitting next to Beatrice was a man dressed in all white. He looked like a student and had albinism.

As if he had sensed Beatrice's sensitive emotions, he waved his finger, and a unicorn emitting soft light came over with a hoarse voice.

It rubbed the tear marks on Beatrice's cheeks with its head and tried to shake its soft and elastic thick lips.

"No, don't bother me..."

Beatrice pouted, grabbed the unicorn's horn and threw it aside.

“Uu ...—”

The unicorn did not indulge her and went around in a circle in the opposite direction before slowly eating the leaves from the same tree.

"Are you alright, my little girl?"

Professor White wiped Beatrice's tears with his white robe and asked with concern.

"Bell ignored me..."

"Aren't you two good friends? Why are you suddenly ignoring me?"

"I don't know... He just suddenly ignored me and didn't tell me why he was angry or what I did wrong..."

Beatrice's voice was hoarse from crying. Professor White gently touched her head and sighed heavily.

"Shall I ask her for you?"

"No, I've seen her many times, and she wouldn't even look at me."

"I'll ask Professor Cruz for you. He's Bell's brother, so I'm sure he'll be able to find out something."

"No, I don't want him to talk to Bell about me."

"Then I'll ask Professor Ryan Tucker. He's Bell's mentor, and he must have heard something about it."

"No, I asked him yesterday, and he had the same situation as me. After Bell disappeared for two days, they didn't say a word to each other..."

Beatrice seemed to have suffered a great injustice... and that was indeed the case. She couldn't stop crying, and her whole body twitched with violent sobs.

"Hiss... Let me ask you this, what do you want to do now?" Professor White asked while wiping her tears.

"I want Bell to be as good to me as before... I want us to go back to the way we were before... like that, like that, smiling at each other as soon as we woke up... like that relationship..."

"Is that so..." Professor White thought for a long time, "Then let her forget everything!"

Beatrice raised her swollen eyes in an instant. She sniffed and said in a deep voice, "What?"

"Forget it, forget it all!" Professor White jumped off the tree.

"Forgetfulness is the best potion in the world, and the simplest spell in the world..."

"Don't you want to go back to the past with Bell? Just cast a highest-level forgetfulness spell."

"Remember? The first spell I taught you."

"With just a simple spell, all the conflicts, estrangements, pain, and hatred you've had during this period of time...will disappear!"

"All of it?" Beatrice said worriedly. "If all of it, does it also include the time I spent with her?"

"Anyway, you will still be good friends. After forgetting everything, you will have a brand new beginning..."

Professor White jumped onto the unicorn and winked mischievously at Beatrice.

"I'm going to South Africa tomorrow. I'll do you one last favor before I leave..."

"Choose, stay here and feel sorry for yourself, or get some sleep and make some 'new friends'?"

"Well, then...Okay, I'll leave it to you..."

"Then it's up to you..."

"Then it's up to you..."

The low voice was like the coldest water at the bottom of the sea. The cold water floated in the air and turned into wisps of floating invisible mist, quietly reaching Joshua's ears.

I don't know how many times I have woken up. My consciousness is returning to my body little by little, and it feels like a heavy burden is slowly filling my empty body.

For the first time, Joshua felt his breathing so clearly. He tried moving his fingers and then opened his eyelids.

"Are you ok?"

The blurry vision was filled with a whole expanse of silver-white. Suddenly, a cold finger touched his heavy forehead. Joshua shuddered and felt comfortable at the same time.

"Victor, Mr. Victor..."

Joshua called out the name of the person in front of him with difficulty. Although he had not seen him for a long time, he still remembered the little frost on the corner of that silver-white clothes.

"We are late, but luckily you are not hurt."

"Who said James wasn't injured!"

It was another familiar voice, rough and angry, yet kind and gentle.

The moment he heard it, Joshua suddenly grinned.

"Luna said they almost died!"

"Be quiet, Jacob and the others haven't woken up yet."

"Didn't Bell take Hilda and Luna to get treated? James' arm is broken, and he's going to use this hand to hold the chalk!"

"Mr. Holmes, I'm fine. Please don't speak loudly in my ear, okay..."

"Okay, I'll listen to you..."

Victor didn't say anything else. He turned around skillfully, put his hands behind his back and looked at the window at the other end of the ward.

Joshua had roughly adapted to the feeling after waking up. He turned his head in the direction of Victor, but his mind became clear the moment he saw clearly.

The white and black clothes, that's Beatrice hiding behind Professor White, but the purple clothes...

"Hehehehe...I heard you've been looking for me!"

Raphael waved at Joshua with a smile on his face - the psychopathic Grim Reaper that Ivy had mentioned.

"SCO is so lively today..." Victor glanced over with cold eyes.

"It doesn't look like a newspaper, nor does it look like a secret organization."

"Ah, wizard, god of death, vampire, devil...what can I do for you, sir?"