The one thing you never talk about while youre in the Scholomance is what youll do when you get out. Not even the richest enclaver would tempt fate that way. But its all we dream about: the hideously slim chance well survive to make it out the gates and improbably find ourselves with a life ahead of us, a life outside the Scholomance halls.

And now the impossible dream has come true. Im out, werealloutand I didnt even have to turn into a monstrous dark witch to make it happen. So much for my great-grandmothers prophecy of doom and destruction. I didnt kill enclavers, Isavedthem. Me and Orion and our allies. Our graduation plan worked to perfection: We saved everyone and made the world safe for all wizards and brought peace and harmony to all theenclaves everywhere.

Ha, only joking! Actually, its gone all wrong. Someone else has picked up the project of destroyingenclaves in my stead, and probably everyone we saved is about to get killed in the brewing enclave war. And the first thing Ive got to do now, having miraculously gotten out of the Scholomance, is turn straight around and find a way back in.