Sylvia's POV:

Since I was unable to take photos with the phone, I came up with another idea. I decided to tear off some pages to take back with me.

But I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to pull apart the seemingly ordinary thin paper.

Finally, I was only left with the choice of quickly memorizing whatever I thought was important.

The book recorded the characteristics of the raw materials used to make magic poisons, as well as the locations they grew at. Next to the text, there were pictures describing everything I'd just read. I skimmed through the poison section and jumped to the curse section.

The curses were all spells in a language only wizards and witches would understand, but the methods to remove the curses were written in common language.

So, it was enough for me to read how to remove them. I was not a witch. Even if I knew the spells, I couldn't cast them.

curses, my brain working overtime. Fortunately, I had a good short-term memory. Once I was

turned the pages and soon enough, I had reached

my surprise, the last page was ripped

tear pages

my fingers wander over the edge of the

a huge depiction of black thorns that looked ominous. The top of the thorns seemed to be spinning around something, which I couldn't tell from

and lives shall be sacrificed. Only the most

rest of the explanation had been

There was

of the page. To my surprise,

this moment, Flora

in my pocket and got to my feet to

to open the door of a hidden compartment. Numerous crystal balls were

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