"Another world?" Madison, who wasn't highly educated and had entered the entertainment industry at a young age, could only think of TV series and movies. "Like in 'The Lost World,' right? Where you are, in Walden (Sophie emphasized: Gavalden), right, do you have dinosaurs? Or other extinct creatures, like tigers with fangs as long as my elbow?"
"I know about dinosaurs. I went to school too, and they're long extinct." Sophie replied irritably, "Wait, what country are you from? I'm American, from Gavaldon Village, Kansas."
"Impossible!" Madison's eyes widened. "There is absolutely no village called Gavalden in Kansas. There is, however, a lake called Walden Pond near Concord, Massachusetts."
"Wait, could you actually be from another world? And this room is the only one that's connected to us?"
"This is 2017, and the president is Obama, a black man."
"A Black president?" Sophie covered her mouth, utterly astonished. "Then we really do come from different worlds."
"I emit light with my fingers, while you cast spells by waving your hand. Perhaps it's because we are different races. The magic contained in this card has adapted to our physical constitution."
"Shall we continue? I mean, club activities. Or quizzes?"
"Herbal, of course. Those topics are disgusting. Who cares what the author of 'Magical Theory' is called? Wait—" Madison made a stop gesture. "I'm so confused. Club activities can only be held once a day. They can start after 9 p. m. Didn't you notice? It's marked '1/1' below. I'm leaving now. I need to Google Gavalden (Madison's world doesn't have movies or novels about the School of Good and Evil). To leave, just click 'Leave Club' in the bottom right corner of the screen."
Madison vanished into thin air from the room.
Sophie also tried to summon the light screen directly, and then clicked exit.
I was enveloped by a feeling of weightlessness, as if I were falling from a great height, and then I woke up in bed.
The sun has risen.
With a slight tap in his mind, his fingers emitted a glow, and a tiny breeze appeared.
She can also summon that light screen.
She can also communicate with Madison on it.
This is a world apart!
She immediately went to Agatha and told her everything.
Agatha's dark face was filled with worry. "I think you should be more careful. What if this thing has a bad effect on you—I, I can't live without you. You are one of the only two reasons I'm staying in this awful village."
Sophie nodded, indicating that she would consider it carefully.
But that evening, as soon as the time on the screen reached 9 p. m., Sophie had already taken a shower, changed into her pajamas, and was waiting in bed to leave.
Madison was already waiting in the Ravenclaw Common Room (as Madison had told her during their daytime chat).
As mentioned yesterday, the club activity was about herbs.
The herbs were indeed picked. A single herb, about the size of a basketball, resembling an unripe strawberry.
But they must defeat the monster first.
Although they could be resurrected, after being crushed to death by Troll, bitten to death by spiders, poisoned to death by Basilisk, and burned to death by dragons, they ultimately chose to give up.
The following third and fourth days.
They also tried Quidditch and the ball.
I really can't participate in Quidditch.
The brooms that Madison described as making them fly were, in their hands, merely exquisite in appearance and only good for sweeping.
It really was a ball.
But it's too difficult; you have to be in sync to get the Club Emblem.
After much deliberation, they still chose to answer the questions.
In the blink of an eye, 10 days have passed since we got this magical room.
Today, a notification appeared on the screen.
[President: Basil Granger arrives in [World 2]]
Sophie was shocked; in her club's information, the world it belonged to was listed as "World 2".
Madison's previous title was "World 1," but she vainly changed it to "Madison's World."
Sophie immediately realized she had entered the lounge.
At the top of the sky-blue tree diagram above the fireplace, in the president's seat, a photo of a handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed boy appeared.
He fulfilled every woman's beautiful fantasy about a man.
Based on just one photograph.
"He's hot." Madison, who was also in the lounge, rubbed her legs together.
Sophie exclaimed, "I'm going to find him! He's my prince!"
In this world, glowing fingers signify that one has reached a certain level of emotional awareness and is able to cast spells.
Because emotions can bring magic, and the stronger the emotion, the stronger the magic.
With enough passion, anything is possible.
Sophie demonstrated this.
Her index finger glowed faintly, and the raging hurricane was restrained by her, transformed into power.
She seemed to melt into the wind.
It ran out of the village like a swift bird, like a lively little canary.
She knew her prince was just ahead, outside the village, waiting to reunite with her.
Three minutes ago.
In the Ravenclaw lounge, Sophie, in a state of extreme obsession, had her fingers glowing and, as if possessed, mentally touched Basil's photograph.
Meanwhile, on Basil's end, a voice message rang in his ear.
[The Witch Club's Vice President Sophie has initiated an offline meeting. Should location services be used?]
Damn, it really is this silly girl.
It's still the [Club Components].
Without hesitation, Basil replied, "Yes."
Then, Sophie left the club space at lightning speed and ran towards the arrow that only she could see.
Then, she displayed powerful magic.
From Basil's perspective.
He said it was true, not long ago.
Suddenly, he saw a beautiful girl in a puffy skirt rushing towards him.
"Hello." After turning around and unleashing his full power, Basil spoke gently to the girl in his arms.
Considering the need to recycle the components, he abandoned the idea of dodging and letting Sophie crash into the tree and embarrass herself.
But the Setsuna Basil touched Sophie's soft body, he regretted it.
[To access community components, please remain in this world for 30 natural days to complete the recycling.]
[Bite!]
His data panel has also been updated.
[Number: 000000001]
[Grimoire Level: 3 (1100/700)]
[Name: Ryan Smith/ Basil Granger]
Race: Wizard
[Identity; Hogwarts Gryffindor (Fire spells buff +1%), First Year Student (20 gems daily), President of the Witch Club]
[Enrollment Date: 1991/07/27]
[Health Points: 10 + 15 (Echo Bonus: 1000 False Life: 156,354)]
[Magic Power: 10+9]
Luck rating: 4-8
[Club: Witch Club]
[Family Traits: Killing Intent (Flawed), Inspiration (Constant), True Sight (Constant), Dragon Blood of Red Dragon (Awakening), Plant Affinity (Awakened), Potions Mastery (Awakened)]
"My luck stat has changed? Does that mean my importance in the world has increased?"
"What about my magic? Is it because of this that I can travel through worlds?"
Basil was briefly surprised.
Then he realized one thing: he didn't need Sophie's consent at all.
Just stick it on.
If I had known, I would have embarrassed her.
"However—" Basil couldn't help but sniff Sophie's hair lightly, "It smells so good, like cake."
And she's much prettier than she is in the movie.
He doesn't regret it anymore.
"Really!" Sophie exclaimed, as if she had been invited, and eagerly leaned close to Basil's hair, taking a deep breath.
"Yours is not bad either, it smells like sunshine."
Meanwhile, in the club Chat Group, Madison wrote, "Hey! Bitch Vice President, why aren't you replying to me?"
"You're having sex with our blonde sweetheart! He's ours! I'm a member of the club too!"
"A country girl!"
"Only then can I give Basil a better experience. I've seen a lot of films! I'm from Hollywood! The girls there, even if they don't have experience, have all practiced."
"Just look at my mouth, you can tell at a glance—"
"Shut up, Madison!" Sophie replied.
"Hey girls, I can see you. This is the president." Basil also spoke on the chat panel.
In the real world, Sophie coughed awkwardly.
"Sorry, Madison has always been like this. She hasn't had a boyfriend because of this club, and she's going crazy."
"And she's in Hollywood. Although she said it's a place where movies are made, it feels more like another form of brothel to me."
"You don't have to tell Madison that I'm talking about Hollywood. She loves it there."
In the chat panel, she simultaneously said, "Welcome, President, smiley face. jpg".
Hey! What are you doing?
Madison posted a photo of herself wearing only black stockings.
"Hello, Basil. I am Madison. I can manipulate objects with my mind and Summon Unicorn."
"We can ride horses together, so I'll wear this."
"And Sophie? All she does is blow in the wind. She wears a thick, childish tutu. Oh, it should be called a princess dress."
"Let's meet in our guild." Basil said to the guild button in his mind, speaking simultaneously in the real world and on the chat panel.
He and Sophie vanished into thin air at the same time.
Not far away, a black girl with an afro stared wide-eyed.
"The Ravenclaw lounge?" Basil released Sophie and looked around.
But Sophie suddenly tiptoed and covered his eyes.
Then, a body radiating heat and a captivating fragrance approached, caressing his cheek and prying Sophie's hands away.
It's Madison, just like in the photo, wearing only stockings.
With a flick of her right hand, Sophie was pinned to the wall by her telekinetic power.
Then, he couldn't wait to kiss her.
Basil did not refuse.
Without the Shadow of Obsidian and Sophie's presence, he probably would have ended his virginity right here.
But Madison clearly didn't see it that way. She wanted to start the fight immediately, and her hand was already reaching for Basil's robe.
Until—a hurricane blew by, bypassing Basil and his beautifully overlapping female body, and Madison was blown against the wall.
The robe that Basil had taken off was blown onto her by the wind.
The description would be obscured by the two harmonious positions.
Basil turned around, and Sophie broke free of her restraints.
Her index finger was glowing brightly, and she looked somewhat hysterical.
For a moment, she forgot her surprise and her physical body entered the club space.
"Stay away from him! You bitch."
Then, the light from the fingers went out, and the wind stopped.
Madison put on his robe, looking completely unconcerned.
If she hadn't been concerned about Sophie's feelings, she probably would have continued to stay naked.
"This is... the Hogwarts emblem." Madison's hand stroked the emblem embroidered on the black robe covering the towering left peak.
"Are you a student at Hogwarts? Is Harry Potter your classmate? Do you have a wand?" She smiled wickedly.
"I am a student at Hogwarts. There's something I need to confirm: have you enrolled in the Witches' School?" Basil frowned.
He recognized the woman in front of him.
Madison Montgomery from American Horror Story.
At this moment, Sophie walked shyly to Basil's side, took his hand and leaned against him.
Madison yawned nonchalantly, revealing a bit of her beautiful scenery again.
"They contacted me a few days ago. It was called Robichaux Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. They said I was a witch and needed to enroll, blah blah blah."
"I've already entered Hogwarts. I can even Summon Unicorn. Why would I need to go to some ridiculous witch school?"
Basil shook his head. "I suggest you go. Just as my world is a novel and a movie to you, your world is a TV series to me."
"Where you live, there is a group that hunts down witches."
"Their leader is the owner of a company with assets of over a billion yuan."
"You can only find protection within the Coven."
"What the hell! It's the 21st century! Not the Middle Ages, and there are still witch hunters?" Madison burst out cursing, uttering a few profanities.
She knew all too well how much power a wealthy person or a corporation wielded in the United States.
"Witch hunt!" Sophie cried out. "But we're not witches! We're princesses! Beautiful girls with magic powers!"
"It's obvious that in their eyes, having magic is a cardinal sin." Basil shrugged (Sophie, standing nearby, stomped her left foot indignantly).
"You should know about the Salem Witch trials, right? After you found out you were a witch."
Madison nodded.
Basil continued, "However, almost none of the girls who were killed on trial were witches. The witches left after that."
"They fled south and eventually established a new Salem girls' boarding school in New Orleans that looked ordinary."
"So I'm leaving California for Louisiana?" Madison gritted his teeth. "New Orleans was hit by a hurricane just two years ago! I just experienced its power. Those damned witch hunters!"
Basil nodded. "Yes, you must leave. You will be safe there."
"Damn it! Okay, I'll go!" Madison tossed her hair.
"Alright," Basil's expression turned serious. "What you need to do is, when the Supreme Witch Fiona appears at school, casually mention to her that you've had an arrhythmia since childhood. Oh, and if you can, remember to tell your headmistress Cordelia that her husband Hank is Witch Hunter, the son of the Witch Hunter leader, and is employed by the Voodoo Queen Mary Raven."
"What is Supreme Witch? And our headmistress's husband is Witch Hunter, is the school really safe?" Madison asked doubtfully.