The bronze door of the dormitory automatically locked behind Si Lingle, its lock emitting an ancient click — this was the "Silence Barrier" Si Lingle had learned today in the Forbidden Book Area.
The three roommates froze in place. Ice crystals suddenly formed on the teacup in Erin's hand; Qian Lili's skirt, which she was tidying, was pinned to the floor by an invisible force, and Anna's lips maintained an open arc but could not emit a sound.
"High-level Spell Analysis" floated in Si Lingle's palm. As the pages flipped, the notes they had altered with cheap ink were automatically restoring themselves.
On the parchment, golden spell texts emerged, intertwining like awakened snakes around the wrists of the three. "It seems you forgot," Si Lingle's fingertips glided over page 394's punishment guidelines, "that each owner of this book leaves a curse on the title page."
