I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Alice lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly. "I've been secretly gathering information about the academy, trying to find a weakness we could exploit to fight against you. But I discovered..."

"What did you discover?" Dean Bruce pressed, his tone curious.

Alice paused, thinking carefully before continuing. "I discovered that you..."

"Dean, there's something happening!"

Before Alice could finish her sentence, they heard Prolo Hawthorne's voice from not far away.

Alice and Dean Bruce instinctively turned toward the sound of Prolo's voice.

"The principal wants to see you in his office," Prolo said as he approached. "He said there's something important he needs to discuss with you."

"Alright, I'll go now." Dean Bruce nodded, then turned to Alice. "We'll talk about this later."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Alice stood frozen, her face a mixture of confusion and hesitation.

"Alice, what's wrong?" Prolo asked, noticing her reaction.

Alice gazed at Dean Bruce's retreating figure, her heart in turmoil. She didn't know if what she had done was right or wrong, but she knew she had to make a choice.

"Prolo, I..." Alice started to speak but trailed off, letting out a soft sigh instead. "Never mind. Let's go."

Prolo watched Alice's complex expression, his curiosity piqued, but he didn't ask any further questions. He simply followed her in silence.

Dean Bruce arrived at the principal's office to find the principal sitting at his desk, looking grave and deep in thought.

"Principal, you wanted to see me?" Dean Bruce asked.

The principal looked up, meeting Dean Bruce's gaze with a serious expression. "Dean, I just received some information. It seems the Black Hole Organization may not have been completely wiped out. Their remaining forces are stirring in the shadows."

"What?" Dean Bruce's heart tightened at the news. "Are you sure?"

The principal nodded. "The information came from a reliable source. It should be accurate. And I've also heard that they might be planning an attack on the Magic Academy."

Dean Bruce furrowed his brows. "What should we do? Our defenses have improved, but if the Black Hole Organization really launches an attack, we might not be able to stop them."

The principal sighed deeply. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm worried about. However, we can't just sit idly by. We must act quickly and take measures."

Dean Bruce thought for a moment and said, "I believe we should strengthen the academy's patrols and alert systems, while also reaching out to other magical factions for support."

The principal nodded. "That approach seems feasible. However, we also need to develop a detailed plan to ensure everything goes smoothly."

Dean Bruce agreed with a nod. "Exactly. I'll work on drafting a plan as soon as possible. But, principal, we also need to step up the students' training to improve their combat abilities."

The principal's eyes flashed with appreciation. "You've thought this through well. Alright, you work on the plan, and I'll make contact with other magical factions."

Dean Bruce acknowledged the order and turned to leave the principal's office.

...

On the other side...

After Dean Bruce left, a meaningful smile slowly appeared on the principal's face.

He then activated a communication device and spoke into it: "The plan is proceeding smoothly. Dean Bruce has taken the bait. Now, it's up to you."

"Don't worry. Everything will be arranged meticulously. But you need to make sure nothing goes wrong," a low, sinister voice replied from the other end of the device.

The principal nodded, though no one was standing in front of him, he could almost feel the presence of the voice. "I understand. I'll be careful. But you also need to ensure that every detail of the plan is flawless."

"Of course," the voice said coldly. "We won't give Dean Bruce any chance to turn things around. This time, he must die."

The principal was silent for a moment, then asked, "Actually, I'm curious. Why are you so determined to kill Dean Bruce? He's just a young wizard. Shouldn't he be too insignificant to pose much of a threat to you?"

"You don't need to know everything," the voice replied sharply. "Just follow the plan. Remember, your family is still in our hands. If you betray us, you know what will happen."

The principal's expression changed slightly at the mention of his family, but it quickly returned to normal. "I understand. I will follow the plan. But I also hope you'll keep your promise—release my family once this is all over."

"That goes without saying," the voice assured. "As long as you comply, your family will remain unharmed. Now, enough talk. Get to work. Make sure everything goes according to plan."

The moment the communication device clicked off, the principal stared at the now darkened screen, a flicker of complexity crossing his face. He knew that there was no turning back now. He had no choice but to follow the voice's instructions.

...

After returning to the classroom, Dean Bruce immediately began formulating a plan to counter the remaining forces of the Black Hole Organization. He fully understood the seriousness of the upcoming attack and knew he had to prepare thoroughly for it.

Meanwhile, Alice was locked in an internal struggle. She knew she could no longer deceive Dean Bruce, but she also feared that revealing the truth might bring even greater danger to both herself and Dean Bruce.

"Alice, what's wrong? You look troubled," Prolo Hawthorne noticed Alice's unusual behavior and asked with concern.

Alice glanced at Prolo Hawthorne, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to tell him the truth. "Prolo, actually... I'm not a real student. I'm an undercover agent sent by Elvis Donimo to infiltrate the academy."

Prolo Hawthorne's face immediately turned pale. "What? That can't be! Alice, are you... are you joking?"

Alice shook her head. "I'm not joking. It's true. I've been secretly gathering information on the academy, trying to find weaknesses to use against you. But then I realized... Dean Bruce and all of you aren't exactly what I thought you were, so I..."

"So you hesitated?" Prolo Hawthorne interrupted Alice. "Alice, do you have any idea how dangerous this is? If Dean Bruce finds out your real identity, he might kill you!"

Alice lowered her head. "I know... but I honestly don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to keep deceiving Dean Bruce, but I'm scared of the consequences if I tell him the truth."

Prolo Hawthorne, seeing the helplessness in Alice's eyes, felt a wave of sympathy wash over him. He understood that Alice was a victim too—used by Elvis Donimo to carry out dangerous missions.

"Alice, don't panic," Prolo Hawthorne comforted her. "We won't tell Dean Bruce just yet. I'll help you figure something out."

Alice looked up, hope gleaming in her eyes. "Really? Prolo, can you help me?"

Prolo Hawthorne nodded. "Of course, we're friends, right? But first, you need to tell me—what exactly is Elvis Donimo's plan? Why did he send you to infiltrate the academy?"

Alice hesitated for a moment but eventually shared Elvis Donimo's plan with Prolo Hawthorne. After hearing her out, Prolo Hawthorne frowned deeply and fell into thoughtful silence.

He knew that this situation was even more complicated and dangerous than he had imagined. But he also understood that he couldn't stand by and do nothing. He had to figure out a way to help Alice and Dean Bruce overcome this crisis.

"Alice, you should go rest for now," Prolo Hawthorne said. "I'll think this through carefully, and I will find a solution."

Alice nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Prolo. I really don't know what to do anymore. I can only rely on you now."

With that, she turned and left the classroom, leaving Prolo Hawthorne alone to ponder.

Prolo Hawthorne knew that he had to come up with a plan quickly. If the remaining forces of the Black Hole Organization launched an attack, the consequences would be unthinkable.

...

On the other side, Dean Bruce had just returned home when he heard the voice of Cyb Louis.

"Dean, I finally found you," Cyb Louis called out, looking at Dean Bruce.

Dean Bruce froze for a moment, then asked, "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"Yes, something is wrong," Cyb Louis said seriously. "I've received some intelligence about the remaining forces of the Black Hole Organization. They seem to be planning an attack on the Magic Academy."

Dean Bruce's heart skipped a beat. "What? They're daring to come after us again?"

Cyb Louis nodded. "Yes, and this time their plan seems to be more carefully coordinated and dangerous. We need to take action quickly to prevent them from succeeding."

Dean Bruce thought for a moment before replying, "I've already come up with a response plan, and I was preparing to implement it. But now it seems we need to enhance our defenses and increase our vigilance, while also reaching out to other magical factions for their support."

Cyb Louis agreed with a nod. "Exactly. We need to unite all the forces we can to face the threat of the Black Hole Organization. I'll contact the other magical factions immediately and try to gain their support."

Dean Bruce expressed his gratitude. "Thank you, Minister Cyb. I'll continue strengthening the academy's defenses and vigilance to ensure the safety of the students."

Cyb Louis patted Dean Bruce on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Dean. We'll get through this. But you need to be careful. The Black Hole Organization is cunning, and they may use all sorts of tactics to deal with you."