After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Brian saw that Cyril's cheeks were flushed for some reason, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a half-smile on his handsome face, which was quite intriguing.

His gaze then fell on Cyril's exposed snow-white neck, which was white and smooth, so delicate that it seemed as if it would be broken with a pinch.

And the thin silver chain of the rose necklace gently covered this delicate neck, as if it clearly announced that the owner of the necklace was marked with some kind of mark.

Brian paused, feeling his hands itchy.

His slender fingers flicked lightly, and Cyril suddenly put on a black robe.

From a rough look, this robe seems to be exactly the same as the plain black robe issued by the Wizarding Union that his classmates took away just now.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are faint silver lines on the inside of the wide sleeves of the black robe.

But because it is too low-key and obscure, people can't help feeling that there is some kind of hallucination at the moment of blinking.

Cyril was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the school uniform on his body.

But when he came back to his senses, he found that one of his school-opening gift bags had finally returned, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Cyril reached out and touched the fluffy black robe on his body, the texture was surprisingly silky and smooth.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott!"

He politely thanked each other.

"Look in your pocket."

Brian nodded slightly and said lightly.

Cyril blinked.

He reached into the outer pocket of the black robe, and his fingertips touched a slightly cool smooth sphere.

With a guess in his mind, he put his fingers together and took it out.

Sure enough, it was a palm-sized crystal ball, crystal clear and extremely cute.

Cyril looked at the inconspicuous pocket on the black robe again, but he didn't expect it to be a stretch bag!

"As for the specific usage of this crystal ball, your professors will tell you later in class."

Brian glanced at Cyril, who was curious about new things, and said lazily.

Upon hearing this, Cyril obediently put the crystal ball back into his pocket.

The palm-sized crystal ball gently sank into the pocket of the robe, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The pockets are still flat, and it doesn't look like there is anything in them.

Probably because some courses just ended at this time.

When Cyril looked up, he found many senior wizard apprentices coming out of the arches on all sides of the hall.

However, seeing the faces of these seniors, Cyril's eyelids twitched and his expression turned serious.

Why does everyone look haggard and haggard?

Look at this hangover from a night of disco dancing!

Brian followed Cyril's line of sight and saw a few incompetent B-level wizard apprentices, and he knew the appearance of the other party listening to the heavenly scriptures in a trance in class.

A soft click escaped from his lips.

"Let's go, let's take you around the academy."

Brian was a little dissatisfied that these guys had attracted too much attention from Cyril, and his gentle and elegant voice carried a hint of irrefutable meaning.

Cyril was keenly aware that Mr. Scott's mood seemed gloomy for a moment.

He was a little confused, and he still had some subtle worries in his heart.

The other party has such an uncertain personality... it really hurts the body.

But Cyril's attention was quickly attracted by other things in the tower.

He followed Mr. Scott into the archway on one side of the hall, and came to a simple and wide corridor.

On one side of the corridor was an ivory white marble staircase with handrails. Cyril saw the backs of several wizard apprentices on the stairs.

On the other side of the corridor is a brass installation that resembles an elevator.

And in front of the wall of the promenade, there is a circle with a diameter of one meter every few meters.

Bright green flames radiated from the edge of the circle, and there seemed to be some looming runes inside the circle.

"There are three ways to go to any destination in the academy, as you can see at the end of the corridor is the most common and safe staircase."

Brian introduced casually.

Seeing Cyril widen his round almond eyes, with the tails of his eyes drooping slightly, his whole person looks soft and well-behaved.

There was a faint smile in his voice.

Brian raised his chin slightly towards the circle of burning green flames, and his perfect jawline made people look sideways.

"This is the teleportation array."

He said softly:

"Just stand inside and correctly report the name of the corresponding place."

Just at this time, an apprentice wizard walked into a teleportation array in a hurry.

This person also looked pale from not getting enough sleep, and his black wizard robe was also a little wrinkled.

Under his arm was a thick book with a cover that looked like some sort of biological leather.

"library!"

The sorcerer apprentice stood in the teleportation circle and shouted.

I saw the bright green flames suddenly soaring high, as if devouring the wizard apprentices in the circle at once.

It was precisely because the flame covered the pale cheeks of the wizard apprentice that Cyril did not see the constriction of pupils when the other party caught a glimpse of Mr. Scott.

By the time the flames returned to their original appearance, lying low on the ground like a fountain falling, the wizard apprentices in the circle had disappeared.

Such a big living person was suddenly sent away at once.

It's amazing!

Cyril was amazed at this.

[These teleportation arrays are really good!This involves a lot of profound knowledge of witch formations and space spells.If the area of ​​the teleportation array is larger, it will be easier to arrange.It is precisely because the area of ​​each teleportation array is precisely controlled to only accommodate two or three people, this is not easy.Not to mention that so many teleportation arrays are arranged in a row, which also increases the difficulty of arranging them so that they do not interfere with each other. ] The system also sighed.

After hearing this, Cyril's face became even more admirable.

Those who set up these teleportation formations must be the most powerful wizards in the academy!Maybe it's my mentor, Dean Brian!

However, Cyril noticed the word "safety" in Mr. Scott's words just now, and he couldn't help asking aloud: "Then what will happen if you report the name of the wrong place? For example, if you say 'library' instead of 'picture' Museum'?"

Seeing that Cyril quickly reacted, Brian smiled slightly and said, "That's not sure, maybe it will be sent to the academy's garbage dump."

Cyril saw Mr. Scott resting his hand on his chin, as if recalling the past, quietly waiting for the other party's next words.

He only saw a gleam of light reflected from the handsome Mr. Wizard's monocle, and he slowly said: "I heard that there was a wizard apprentice who gave the wrong name before and didn't eat anything for two months. A month's nutritional potion."

Cyril gasped.

He secretly made a note in his heart that when he used the teleportation array later, he had to be clear-headed and give his name correctly.

"This is an elevator."

Brian walked to the elevator on the other side of the corridor with unhurried steps.

"Each elevator has its own running track and running habits, and will not overlap with other elevators. They communicate with almost the entire wizard tower."

After all, Brian curled his lips slightly, and there was a slight narrowing between his brows.

"Come on, let's try this elevator first."

With a final decision, he stretched out his hand and pressed the brass button in front of the elevator.

Cyril watched the door of the elevator slowly open, and followed Mr. Scott into the elevator.

Inside is a space of about two square meters, with some high and low handrails hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.

Cyril saw Mr. Scott press lightly on a brass button marked "Dean's Office".

A calm and steady machine sound suddenly sounded in the elevator—"Permission approved, destination: Dean's office."

Cyril looked back and found that Mr. Scott was very close to him.

The other party reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and his warm breath seemed to be in his ear.

"It's about to start, hurry up."

Brian whispered next to Cyril's ear, his magnetic voice exuding a cunning leisurely.

Cyril felt something soft rubbing against his sensitive earlobe, numb and itchy, and a cluster of electric current suddenly shot up from his tailbone.

Could it be!Mr. Scott's lips touched his ear? !

Is this unintentional?Unintentionally?

However, Cyril's heart still jumped.

He couldn't help shaking, and a wave of heat spread along the red earlobe.

For a moment, Cyril seemed to see the green prairie on Dean Brian's head, which looked like the grass on his future grave that would be more than three feet high.

His heart skipped a beat, and he was thinking of keeping a distance from Mr. Scott, but before Cyril could move, the elevator suddenly started.

With an unstoppable momentum, there is only an elevator in the area, but there is a heart that wants to be a roller coaster.

This speed!This corner!

Cyril trembled, and threw his body into Mr. Scott's arms uncontrollably, feeling the whistling wind whizzing by around him.

Dean Brian, I really didn't mean to! !

Just as Cyril tried to stand up alone, the elevator suddenly made a [-]-degree turn and swung, and he fell back into Mr. Scott's arms with a "bow".

Brian embraced Cyril leisurely, as if the crazy operation of the elevator had no effect on him.

He felt the slender waist in the crook of his arms, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

He calmly pressed Little Rose's waist when Cyril was about to get up, and then the elevator continued to accelerate, fully driving up and down like a roller coaster, quite magical.

After the elevator came to a complete stop, Cyril immediately got out of Mr. Scott's arms.

Unexpectedly, the stamina of the elevator was so strong that the entire ladder suddenly shook slightly, and Cyril almost fell to the ground directly.

Brian grabbed Cyril's wrist with ease and pulled him into his arms.

The door of the elevator slowly opened again, and Cyril walked out quickly, as if there was some scourge inside.

Brian looked at his back, lightly touched the roof of his tongue with the tip of his tongue, and let out a pleasant low laugh.

Cyril's heart was pounding, and there was an inexplicable guilt.

He covered his face with his hands and sighed sadly.

Although Dean Brian is a man with a big heart, he cuddled with the dean's wife at the door of the dean's office...

I feel that the consequences are much more serious than saying the wrong location in the teleportation array.

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