It's a pity that despite a hundred careful precautions, they never expected to encounter a wild Spell Master in this inconspicuous rural place, who saw through their tricks effortlessly.
From last night's excessively infatuated look of Alice to the magical style described by the little witch, Dorothy quickly discerned that these folks were not good people.
After all, do good people cast Charm Spells on a little witch? And which respectable magician's magic core is actually all kinds of Pink Magic that little witches can't learn?
Stuff like hypnosis, Time Stop, tentacles, bondage, and all that.
Sigh, Dorothy couldn't bear to watch.
Of course, she was just speculating without substantial evidence, but reporting to parents doesn't really require evidence.
Anyway, the homebody witch casually mentioned it, and the stepmother checked without doubt, and then there was no more.
