Zheng Qing slept very restlessly on Christmas night.
That was hardly surprising.
Especially after dancing with three witches at the Christmas Eve Ball the day before. The backlash from Alpha's white robes had yet to fully fade; he was bound to have nightmares for several nights.
When Zheng Qing woke in the morning and put on his socks, he felt something hard inside one of them. Still groggy, he poured it out. Immediately, a weak, feeble shriek began echoing through the dormitory, startling him into a cold sweat and jolting him fully awake.
"What the hell? Are we not allowed to sleep this early in the morning?"
An aggrieved shout came from the Fat Wizard's bed, accompanied by Fat Cat Tuantuan's howling. The little elves also came over to join in, carrying toothpaste, toothbrushes, and hot towels, making the room unusually lively for a moment.
"S-sorry!"
The young publicly funded student wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, grabbed the glass spinning-top-like object that had fallen from his sock, shoved it beneath the very bottom of his pillow, and pressed down hard.
The shrieking finally stopped.
The long night had drained too much of the young wizard's energy, and he had completely forgotten about the Black Magic Scrying Mirror.
"You could try a Suppression Talisman," Xiao Xiao suggested as he prepared for his morning exercises as well.
"Didn't we unwrap all the gifts? Why is it still screaming?" Zheng Qing voiced his confusion as he cleared away the Nightmare Dolls by his pillow, whose heads had already fallen off.
"Because malice always lingers around you."
The Doctor had made a very correct yet utterly useless statement.
Christmas fell on Friday, and the next day was Saturday.
It was another bright, sunny day.
Zheng Qing suspected the school's Meteorological