February 15th, afternoon.
Thud thud thud thud, poof, bang!
The familiar thudding explosion sounds of a witch's cauldron came from the alchemy area. Jiang Han, reading the newspaper on the sofa, even perked up her ears to distinguish them. As an "old" witch, she was no longer as panicked as she had once been upon hearing explosions.
She swung her feet, clad in white lace socks, set down the newspaper, and hopped off the sofa.
Sounds like the cauldron blew open... Mm... sounds like the heat got too high, the outer wall of the cauldron cracked with a snap, triggering a magical chain reaction, which was why there was that bang... A little like a gunshot... Those thud thud thud sounds beforehand were probably the potion boiling; its boiling point was too low, triggering the "cold effect," causing instant thermal expansion and contraction—thud, thud, thud. Then it blew with a poof and burst through the outer wall... Heh, I'd bet on Miss Xuan for this kind of explosion...
As a typically "well-trained witch alchemist," Jiang Han's mind automatically filled in countless details: the full account, the sequence of events, and the culprit.
She slipped into her slippers and walked patter-patter toward the alchemy room at home. Before she even reached the door, she heard soft sobbing.
She did not even need to open the door to recognize it as the voice of Miss Xuan, one of her two mothers.
However, as an "old" witch, Jiang Han was no longer as worried and frightened by crying as she had been when she first arrived in this world. Instead, she had the leisure to let her thoughts wander.
Cauldrons exploding happened often only in our country and on the European continent.
Witches here were comparatively reckless and savage, while the witches of