After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Brian smiled slightly when he saw Cyril's autistic back.

He walked out of the elevator calmly and came to a door.

I don't know what material the gate is made of, but it glows with a lustrous light, like crystal clear jade, which looks very valuable.

There is also a very complicated circular witch formation drawn on the door.

Cyril tried to knock on the door, and his fingers tapped on the jade gate, making a crisp sound.

However, no one answered.

In the next moment, an owl in the form of gray mist suddenly rushed out from the door at such a high speed that Cyril immediately took a big step back in fright.

The owl flew to Cyril's eyes and stopped firmly in mid-air.

It tilted its fluffy head and fluttered its wings, then opened its mouth to speak in a slow aria: "Goo! Who are you? What's the matter?"

Cyril was thinking about how to answer this owl that looked like a guard, when he heard Mr. Scott's voice: "Go away, Zoe."

The owl heard its familiar voice and was excited to flap its wings and fly to Brian.

However, it seemed to be blocked by some invisible thing, and it was almost hit to the ground.

"Cuckoo! Welcome back! Boo... Chief Scott!"

Owl Zoe happily spun around the door, spinning very fast.

Cyril even wondered if this little guy would make himself dizzy.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the owl turn around for an unknown number of times, and fell to the ground in a daze.

Cyril blinked, this owl guard doesn't seem very smart...

Brian ignored Zoe the owl, he unhurriedly raised his slender right hand and pressed it on the center of the circular wizard formation on the door.

The witch formation seemed to be activated suddenly, and a bright light glowed on the edge.

The cobweb-like intertwined lines in the witch formation seemed to be swimming flexibly.

Then, the tightly closed gate shrank from the middle to both ends.

Without a sound, the door opened.

Cyril followed Mr. Scott into the dean's office.

He soon unexpectedly discovered that the layout of this dean's office was just like the parlor he had seen in Mr. Scott's wizard carriage, and it was in the same luxurious and romantic style.

The room was quiet and empty.

A bright blue flame burns in the fireplace, and a river of stars twinkles on the ceiling.

"Is Dean Brian not here?"

Cyril couldn't help asking aloud.

He originally thought that Mr. Scott had brought him here to meet the mentor.

"The tutor is very busy."

Brian said casually, and he began to talk nonsense in a serious manner: "I rarely have the opportunity to meet him. The instructor explained to me before, and asked me to be responsible for guiding you in your subsequent magic studies."

Cyril froze for a moment, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought of Mr. Scott's powerful magic again, nodded obediently, and thanked him: "Please give me more advice in the future, I will definitely study hard!"

Brian looked at him, mouth curled up slightly.

He sat on the sofa and tapped the armrest lightly, and said, "However, I think you may need a period of adaptation when you just arrived at the academy. Our courses will start in two weeks, and the location will be in the dean's office. I will I will teach you some rare and dangerous magic alone, I hope you are ready."

Cyril looked at the other party's half-smile expression, and felt a little uneasy.

"Dangerous magic", isn't it a forbidden technique? !I have just entered school, is it really good to learn this kind of thing? !

However, Cyril did not continue to ask. Whether it was Dean Brian or Mr. Scott, he had no way to resist what they decided.

It is good to be able to learn more magic knowledge for free!

Cyril took a deep breath and nodded.

Next, he was led by Mr. Scott to visit the rest of the tower.

This time they did not take the elevator, but replaced it with a teleportation array.

The experience of the teleportation array is much better than that of the elevator.

Cyril only felt that as soon as he opened and closed his eyes, his destination had arrived.

They went to the library.

Two tall guards in gray robes stood at the door of the library.

Seeing someone coming, the guard raised his head under the hood—it was clearly a white skull.

An orange-red flame burned in the empty eye socket.

"Good day, Chief Scott."

The two skeleton guards bowed respectfully to Brian.

Then, one of the skeleton guards looked at Cyril and said, "Apprentice wizard, please show your crystal ball."

Cyril hurriedly took out his own crystal ball from the pocket of his robe, and at the gesture of the skeleton guards, attached the crystal ball to a decoration that looked like a huge eyeball at the library gate.

"drop--".

The crystal ball made a crisp punching sound.

"Okay, wizard apprentice. Remember to register when you enter and leave the library. At the same time, there is no loud noise, no fighting, no eating in the library."

The skeleton guard nodded towards Cyril, the orange flames in its eye sockets flickered, and then made a gesture of inviting him in.

"That registry was set up by Professor Bennett Tyrone, who teaches History of Magic."

Brian walked beside Cyril, lowered his voice and explained in his ear: "In order to count the study time of wizard apprentices, and to encourage them to study hard, at the end of each month, this Professor Tyrone will give the library The top three wizard apprentices with the highest learning time provide free Q&A, and each person can ask 5 questions."

Cyril immediately realized that after the first-year welfare period of their new batch of wizard apprentices passed, the professors' questions and answers might no longer be free.

When Brian saw his expression, he knew that Cyril had figured it out. He smiled slightly and said, "You guessed it right, each professor has different fees for answering questions. This Professor Tyron is particularly generous, and the fee for answering questions is It's a question of 50 witch crystals."

This is true, knowledge is money, Cyril sighed in his heart.

The library at Snoborg's School of Wizardry and Wizardry is huge, surrounded by gigantic bookshelves that are frighteningly high.

The bookshelves are full of all kinds of magic books, and next to them is a retractable escalator for removing books.

There was a long table in the middle of each row of bookshelves, and many wizard apprentices sat there and buried themselves in their studies. In front of them were piles of magic books.

While reading books, the wizard apprentices held a quill pen to write and draw on the parchment and took notes.

Cyril also saw that many wizard apprentices directly finished reading the books on the top of the tall bookshelves, and then sat down on the escalator to read them.

There is a large spiral staircase in the center of the first floor of the library, which leads to the second floor.

It's just that on the first step of this staircase, there are also a few small circular witch formations.

"Only A-level and above wizard apprentices have permission to go to the second floor of the library."

Brian glanced at the stairs and explained lightly.

Cyril whispered to Mr. Scott that he wanted to go up and have a look. After seeing the other party nodding, he stepped on the spiral staircase.

The witch array under his feet did not have any adverse reactions, and Cyril walked to the second floor of the library smoothly.

The layout of the second floor of the library is no different from the first floor, but there are some soft leather sofas between the bookshelves, which seem soft and comfortable.

Cyril keenly noticed that the books on this shelf seemed to be even older.

He casually took a book from the bookshelf, titled "Advanced Cheats of the Dark Arts", the black cover looked badly worn.

However, as soon as Cyril turned the first page, a glaring black light suddenly emerged, rushing straight into his eyes!

He closed the book in his hand with a snap, a layer of cold sweat seeped out from his back, and the corners of his eyes were as red as a bunny, as if he was about to shed tears in an instant.

The sense of attack that stings his eyes seems to still remain in Cyril's eyes, and he can't help but close his eyes.

"Oh, I forgot to remind you, the books here are much more dangerous than the books on the first floor of the library."

Brian's smile was a little playful.

He casually raised his hand, and a burst of white light instantly covered Cyril, completely dispelling the coldness that enveloped his whole body just facing the book.

Even the area around the eyes seemed to have been applied with a warm current, and it felt much more comfortable immediately.

Cyril thanked Mr. Scott, and made up his mind not to come to the second floor of the library until he mastered the healing technique.

He looked towards the central spiral staircase, with the third floor of the library above.

"That requires the professor's special permission to go up."

Brian glanced along his line of sight and said lightly.

Cyril returned to the first floor of the library and saw Addison Morgan unsurprisingly.

He was standing in front of a tall bookshelf, holding a pile of books in his arms, looking up for something.

Cyril's eyes fell on the signboard on the side of the bookshelf - books related to the history of magic.

It appears that Addison Morgan has begun researching the history of Snowbog's School of Wizardry and Wizardry.

I have to say that it is much more convenient to have a guide to take a tour of the academy than to fumble around by yourself.

They quickly visited a lot of places and came to the college's restaurant.

It was meal time at this time, and there were many wizard apprentices sitting in the restaurant.

The freshmen can freely take food from the long table of the buffet without paying any fees, while the old students need to deduct some from their few witch crystals to choose cost-effective meals.

Of course, the old students can also choose the buffet, a 5 Wu Jing.

There are many old students who don't want to waste time choosing food every day, so they simply choose a monthly subscription of random meals, 30 witch crystals a month, and each meal guarantees one meat and two vegetables.

Cyril saw a bald-headed senior wizard apprentice take out a crystal ball from the skeleton waiter at the toll counter and receive a dinner plate with a black lid.

He returned to his seat and lifted the black lid. His random meal today was a tender bone-in veal steak, fist-sized balls of mashed potatoes, and a small bowl of vegetable salad with salad dressing.

"Good luck today!"

The bald-headed apprentice wizard's eyes lit up after seeing his meal, and he excitedly shared his joy with his companions beside him.

The bearded wizard apprentice sitting next to him was not so lucky. His dinner plate contained a wheat-colored sandwich, a small green apple and an overripe banana .

The bald wizard patted his companion on the shoulder, and said kindly, "You're not bad! You know, I got two slices of fried bacon and two tomatoes once!"

Following their example, Cyril swiped the crystal ball at the skeleton waiter at the charge counter, and got a clean plate.

He discovered that the crystal ball was equivalent to his campus card at Snowbog College of Wizardry and Wizardry.

"You can go to the buffet on the side to pick up food, remember to prohibit waste!"

The skeleton waiter said to Cyril.

Then it turned to Brian, and the purple flames in its eye sockets seemed to burn more vigorously.

"What do you want to eat today? Chief Scott! I recommend today's special dishes in the kitchen - deep-sea fish soup and black fish roe with foie gras!"

Cyril raised his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Scott's status in Snowbog Wizarding Academy is quite high. All the employees of the academy along the way will greet him specially, and even many senior wizard apprentices respect him very much.

After Cyril took the dishes and sat down, he suddenly felt a very uncomfortable sight.

He looked up and saw a young wizard apprentice with light brown hair not far away.

The other party looked about the same age as him, with a cold face and a very arrogant expression.

He seemed to have just finished eating, and stood up from the table, and when he met Cyril's gaze, he glared at him and snorted coldly.

Cyril felt baffled.

He doesn't know the other person, and he has never seen this person in his memory. Is this being hated for no reason?

He blinked and looked away, not paying attention to the boy.

No matter who he is, it can't affect his mood of cooking.

Cyril picked up the knife and fork slowly and focused on cutting the delicious veal steak.

The steak was fried just right, the meat was soft, fat but not greasy, and because of the tendons in the bones, it was even more chewy in addition to being tender.

Thick black pepper sauce is poured on the surface of the steak, and the crispy beef is wrapped in black pepper juice, which is thick and delicious.

Cyril was already immersed in tasting the delicious steak, and the boy became even angrier when he saw that he was so lightly ignored, and he gave Cyril another hard look.

At this time, Brian also walked over to Cyril and sat down beside Cyril with the delicious food specially prepared by the skeleton waiter (a large plate, exquisitely arranged).

The boy's cheeks puffed up even more when he saw Cyril hugging the academy chief's thigh so quickly.

After he put down the plate, he walked out of the restaurant aggressively.

A man and a woman beside the boy looked at each other helplessly and chased them out.

If anyone notices, they will be able to find that they are not wearing the ordinary plain black robes uniformly issued by the Wizards Union. Their robes are embroidered with many patterns of protective witch formations on their robes.

Cyril had no idea that someone had already regarded him as a thorn in his side.

After he finished his meal slowly, Mr. Scott took him out of the wizard tower and went to their dormitory.

The two of them strolled along the trails extending in all directions. The streets were flat and clean, surrounded by lush green grass.

Cyril saw many apprentice wizards in black robes hurrying along.

The houses on both sides of the road are all kinds of bright colors.

All kinds of beautiful flowers bloom leisurely in the gardens in front of the steeple houses, bringing a spring that has nothing to do with the seasons.

Brian stopped in front of a house with Cyril.

This house is relatively far away from the surrounding houses, with a kind of quiet aloofness and alienation.

The whole house was almost half hidden in the beautiful rose bushes, which stretched gracefully and recklessly, and the blooming roses in the bushes looked like the delicate little pendant hanging around Cyril's neck.

As soon as Cyril approached, he smelled the faint fragrance brought by the wind.

"Because you will live here in the future, I hope you like it."

Brian was walking ahead at a leisurely pace, but he suddenly turned around and said to Cyril.

There was a smile on his lips, and his tone was very elegant and gentle.

“It's great here!”

Cyril followed the handsome chief through the beautiful roses.

"I think I'm going to love it!"

Cyril raised a clean and clear smile.

Brian's eyes were filled with a light black gold, which disappeared in an instant.

"That's good." He smiled softly.

Afterwards, Brian raised his eyes to the rose relief on the door, and said lazily: "Ah, yes! Remember, little Cyril, the password for the dormitory is—little rose."