The Narrow Gate
The Little White Person spread a pair of broad wings like a white swan's and hovered above the barrier. She bent forward, raised one hand over her eyes like a sunshade, and peered in through the translucent barrier.
She looked like a huge moth throwing itself at a lamp.
Knock, knock, knock.
The huge moth politely tapped on that layer of light.
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"What the—little white rabbit, white and bright, two little wings spread wide in flight!"
Su Ya steadied herself and murmured the little tune, unconsciously glancing left and right. "Following the rhythm of the storybooks, we probably shouldn't open the door, right? Where's the werewolf?"
Her face was full of vigilance.
Hermione, meanwhile, looked at her in speechless disbelief.
"That isn't a rabbit—have you ever seen a rabbit flying in the sky? Even if you called her a moth, I wouldn't argue." After a pause, Hermione's tone sharpened slightly. "Also, we're not the white rabbit or Little Red Riding Hood! We're witches! Witches from First University! Have you ever seen a First University student afraid of werewolves?"
She still carried A Trace of Hogwarts-style arrogance and had a little bit of prejudice against Magical Creatures such as werewolves.
Su Ya muttered quietly, "I'm not a student of First University."
Hermione pretended not to hear and instead removed the spellbook hanging from her belt.
She opened it.
Her fingertip brushed across the page, and a faint red spell-light rose shallowly. Su Ya recognized it as a Stunning Spell and secretly clicked her tongue. Compared with the other students she knew—including Zheng Qing, Jiang Yu, Xiao Xiao, and the rest—who would probably use a Binding Spell or Weak Leg Spell in this situation, Miss Wesley had far too much killing aura.
"Too much, too much."
The Little