Whoosh—boom!
Across the dark expanse of the Black Lake, small boats moved forward one by one, guided by the dim lanterns at their prows. The yellowish light flickered in the wind, unable to completely illuminate even the tiny wooden canoes that held only three or four passengers.
Even though there were multiple boats led by a teacher at the front, and the vessels required no rowing to move, a sense of nervous anticipation gripped the young wizards.
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