Chapter 147: The First Meeting with the Secret Magic Society (Please Subscribe)

Harrov shook his head as he watched Trisha leave in a daze.

His intention in taking her as an apprentice had been kindly meant, yet he had not anticipated it would only awaken her vanity.

Harrov could only hope that she would rediscover her original purpose after losing all her current glory; otherwise, another fine academic talent was on the verge of being lost.

"Come out, Aurora, your Polarization Magic can't fool me," Harrov suddenly turned his head to look at a spot not far from him, and said with a frown.

Upon his words, a figure appeared out of thin air where there had been nothing before.

She was a witch who looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven, dressed in a bright red gown with a pointed hat, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly. Having been exposed by Harrov, she did not seem flustered but instead curled her lips into a charming smile.