After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

As Brian got the password right, the white rose relief on the door slowly emerged with color.

Vibrant colors smudge and flow quickly and smoothly from the top of the petals to the center of the flower.

In about a second or two, the whole rose turned into an elegant and timeless pearl red.

It looks so lifelike, just like a real living rose.

"Please come in."

While talking, Brian pushed open the door.

The inside of the house is decorated in a simple and warm manner. It is not as complicated and gorgeous as the Rose Manor that Cyril had seen before, but it is equally exquisite, and even has a sense of tranquility that has stayed in time.

Cyril looked around the house in surprise, all kinds of furniture were available.

Then, he followed Mr. Scott up the stairs to the second floor and came to his room.

The room is very clean, bookshelves, desks, beds, etc. are neatly arranged, and there is a beautiful small balcony on the side of the garden.

Cyril opened the glass door and walked to the small balcony.

He soon discovered that the balcony was shared with the room next door.

There is also a beautiful small wooden table and two rocking chairs on the balcony, which are convenient for the hosts to relax and enjoy the scenery here.

Cyril looked at the room next door through the glass door, and couldn't help but look at Mr. Scott with wide eyes.

Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of teasing flashed between his brows.

He nodded calmly, and said, "That's right, the next door is my room."

Cyril was slightly taken aback, always feeling that something was wrong.

He touched his nose, looked away, and looked at the scenery outside the balcony.

The scenery here is superb.

Nearby are the rose bushes in the garden, which are so gorgeous that they are not like this season. They are gorgeous and full of vitality.

In the distance are green grassy fields and colorful spire cottages.

Farther away are the majestic snow-capped mountains covered with white snow all year round and the high and vast clear blue sky.

He really likes it here!Cyril thought in his heart.

"Okay, let me help you put the things I bought before in your room."

Brian waved his hand, and a gray vortex appeared in front of him.

The items they bought in Whalehead Alley were temporarily stored here.

Following Brian's magical command, those large books, brand new parchments, all kinds of utensils needed for going to school later, and the little desserts that Cyril had been thinking about all jumped out obediently one by one.

The books drew smooth curves in the air, honestly found the bookshelves in the room, and placed their buttocks one by one.

Parchment and other stationery were neatly stacked on the desk.

There was only one silky and smooth chocolate mousse cake left on the desk, and the rest of the desserts ran downstairs on their non-existent short legs and obediently went to the kitchen.

Cyril watched everything return quickly without blinking, which saved him the work of tidying up the room again.

Hey guys, it turns out that magic is still the secret weapon in tidying up your room!

Mr. Scott is a living room and a kitchen.

Cyril was in awe.

After thanking Mr. Scott, Cyril followed the other party's preview suggestion and took out the crystal ball to check his schedule.

There will be two classes tomorrow, the first is a theory of magic class, and there will be a history of magic class in the afternoon.

Cyril found the corresponding textbook from the bookshelf, and quickly read it in the room.

He was engrossed in the book, memorizing while reading.

After about two hours, the brain began to lose focus, and the eyes were a little tired.

Cyril stood up involuntarily, wanting to go to the balcony to look into the distance.

He walked gently to the glass door, and just as he put his hand on the door frame, he saw Mr. Scott sitting lazily on the rocking chair through the clear glass.

In the past, what Cyril saw more often was Mr. Wizard standing tall and tall.

Now the man is leaning on the back of the recliner, sitting loosely, but he can still see the handsome figure of the other party.

At this time, his two long legs were spread randomly, and the slender neck of the wine glass was gently shaken with one hand, and the golden liquid was slowly flowing in the wine glass.

His slender fingers with well-articulated joints and the clear wine are like some kind of elegant and exquisite precious works of art.

Obviously, Mr. Scott's movements are very ordinary, but with a little different taste, unexpectedly sexy and provocative.

Cyril's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly withdrew his gaze and quietly retreated into his room.

He sat on the bed covering his face.

Just for a moment, I actually had the idea that beauty can deceive others!

Sure enough, there is no homework at the beginning of school, so I have the energy and free time to think about it!

Cyril reflected deeply that he was so superficial, and only saw Mr. Scott's handsome face, so he should learn from the other party's profound connotation!

Look at him, he is well-educated and reasonable, the head of the academy, one of the best in a hundred, so excellent that it is suffocating.

These could not be more inspiring than his good looks!

Cyril clenched his fists, planning to eat a small cake to calm down first, and then recite a 108-page textbook.

When night fell and someone knocked on his door, Cyril suddenly realized that the afternoon had passed in a hurry.

Seeing that there were still many unread pages left, Cyril even felt a little unsatisfied.

Brian knocked on Cyril's door, and after a short wait, he saw him open the door in a daze.

Cyril in front of him was still a childish young man, and the soft lighting in the room cast a beautiful light and shadow on his black soft hair and fair little face.

It seemed that there was a breeze when the door was opened, and the little curly hair on Little Rose's head was blown up slightly, and she nodded twice, as if greeting someone who came.

The corners of his mouth were still stained with white cream stains from sweet cakes, and he had a pair of black and white almond eyes, like a cub that had just finished drinking milk.

"It's time to go to dinner."

Brian smiled slightly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

As the man spoke, he stretched out his finger and rubbed against Cyril's lips seemingly unintentionally.

"It got on something."

Brian explained with a chuckle, his tone calm and natural.

Cyril felt the other party's slightly callused fingertips slide over his soft lips, and suddenly felt a heat spread from the corners of his lips, and his whole cheeks felt a little hot.

This action seems a bit too intimate...

Cyril suddenly raised his eyes to look at Mr. Scott, only to find that the expression on his face was extremely serious.

Mr. Scott then took out a handkerchief and was wiping his fingers slowly, as if he just couldn't see the slovenliness of others.

Cyril let go of his raised heart, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

When they reached the door of the wizard tower hall, Brian found a random reason and separated from Cyril.

Cyril fully expressed his understanding. As the head of the Snowbog Wizarding Academy, Mr. Scott might need to give the freshmen some "excellent student speeches" later, right?

When Cyril walked into the hall, he found that the place had changed a lot.

There are many small round tables in the hall, and each table has already set up fragrant meals and several bottles of champagne.

Skeleton waiters interspersed with the crowd carrying clean plates of food to and fro.

The freshmen seemed to be a little apprehensive and hesitant to move, but the veterans had already started to eat.

"This is a rare opportunity to eat for free. I was hungry two days ago just waiting for tonight!"

Cyril passed by one of the tables and heard an apprentice wizard say happily, with some unconscious sadness in his tone.

"Not really!"

His companion felt the same way. The wizard apprentice stopped a skeleton waiter and said with a smile, "Excuse me, let me have another charcoal-grilled elbow!"

The skeleton waiter nodded, quickly cleaned up the plates they had finished eating and left.

Many apprentice wizards had already taken their seats at different tables.

Cyril was wondering where to sit down, when he saw Warren not far away saw him sharply and waved to him.

Cyril quickly walked to his familiar friends.

"Good evening, everyone!"

When he walked to the small round table and saw many familiar faces, he felt a lot more relaxed.

"Good evening, Cyril!"

Everyone greeted him with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, they chirped and exchanged what they had seen and heard since they arrived at the academy.

While enjoying the food, Cyril listened to everyone talking.

"I found that there are still some freshmen in the college who did not come to the college from the Black cruise ship from Whalefall Island like us."

Warren said in a low voice.

"Yes, I noticed that too. Those people are arrogant. They are not wearing the same plain-faced wizard robes as us."

Paris Geller added that even he thought the other party was too arrogant!

When Cyril heard this, he immediately thought of the light brown-haired boy he saw when he was eating in the college cafeteria at noon.

Recalling carefully, he and the two people around him were indeed as described by Warren and Jenny.

"normal."

Addison Morgan, who had been silent all this time, spoke suddenly, and all the people at the table turned their attention to him.

Addison Morgan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose calmly, and said, "They are the children of some wizards in the Wizarding Continent."

Everyone looked at each other when they heard the words.

Paris Geller first asked: "Then why do these wizard academies need to recruit students from other continents?"

Addison Morgan glanced at him, his glasses reflecting the light from an ornate crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

He explained: "The number of wizard children is extremely rare. First, most wizards are eccentric, independent, keen on pursuing knowledge and power, and have little interest in children."

Addison paused and continued:

"Second, according to the information I found in the library, if wizards want to give birth to offspring, they must sacrifice half of the magic power and spiritual power of both partners, and they can only get an offspring with mediocre spiritual power and magic power. Therefore, many wizards are unwilling to have children even if they form a partner."

Cyril suddenly realized.

No wonder the wizards need to find potential children from other continents to recruit as wizard apprentices to supplement the power of the wizard continent.

He was thinking about why those wizard children had such strong hostility towards him, when he heard a burst of melodious music in the hall.

Cyril followed the sound of the music and looked towards the high platform ahead.

Many professors from the college have appeared on the high platform one after another.

The professors came to their respective seats in various ways.

For example, the sudden sound of music is the background music brought by a professor with gray hair and long white beard.

The sound of music is not a simple sound, but notes splashed from one of the empty seats on the right.

When the wonderful music was played, the notes lingering in the hall flew to the seats and assembled, and then began to flicker.

This white beard wizard suddenly appeared from this note.

He waved to the apprentice wizards in the hall.

The wizard apprentices and old students began to clap their hands "clap clap", and the freshmen, not knowing what was going on, also joined in the clapping tide.

Cyril saw a huge flame suddenly ignited on a chair on the left side of the high platform.

The color of this flame is not a single red, but a rainbow of dazzling colors.

A middle-aged male wizard with short black hair appeared in the center of the flames, with a mustache and a cigar in his mouth.

Soon, other wizards suddenly appeared as if they had made an appointment.

Cyril wished he could grow a few more eyes so that he could clearly see their wonderful way of appearance.

The chair in the middle of the platform was still empty.

It seemed self-evident to whom this chair belonged.

Cyril's eyes stayed on the empty chair for a moment, seeing that Dean Brian had not appeared for a long time, and then moved to Wizard Chris Black in a beautiful evening dress.

The opponent's iconic puppet is still sitting on his shoulder.

"That's Professor Chris Black. He often wears women's clothes. He likes wizard apprentices to praise his beauty. He is especially good at puppetry. We don't have his courses this semester."

Addison Morgan gave everyone a popular science talk.

Sitting next to Chris Black was what Cyril thought was Wizard Christina, the dean of teaching.

The other party is sitting quietly, with a silent aura.

"That's Professor Christina Black. She is the vice president of Snowbog College of Wizardry and is in charge of a series of daily teaching management tasks. She and Professor Chris Black beside her are sisters and brothers, but their personalities are completely different. We have her 'Theory of Magic' class tomorrow."

Addison Morgan turned over a page of the notebook in his hand and continued: "That's Professor Joanna Prodict, our professor of witchcraft and divination. This professor has always been mysterious. A different face emerges."

Upon hearing this, Cyril looked at the witch wearing a pointed wizard hat sitting on the other side of Wizard Christina.

He noticed that the professor looked very young at this time, like a young and beautiful girl.

Suddenly, the noisy voices in the entire hall quickly disappeared, and everyone felt the difference in the atmosphere at once.

Everyone noticed the change in the light in the hall, and they raised their heads to look up at the sky.

At this time, the ceiling of the hall is no longer the exquisite relief of the simple atmosphere before, but has become the sky—just like the real sky outside.

It's just the hazy sky that is silent at dawn, like a veil.

The beautiful dawn and night, Cyril praised in his heart.

He tilted his head back, staring up with wide eyes.

The next moment, the sky showed the white belly of the sunrise in the east.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of morning light pierced through the mist, and the light golden light grew bigger and bigger.

The sunrise passed quickly, and the warm sunlight shone down on the small round tables, and brilliant light particles danced on the cheeks of the wizard apprentices.

Seeing such a huge light element being easily mobilized, the sensitive wizard apprentices couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Dean, what a great handwriting!

In an instant, it was the turn of sunset.

A particularly gentle glow was reflected in the hall.

Finally, the sky freezes into a dark blue night, full of stars.

Cyril could see the tiny glimmers of dots dotted together, and slowly, the light became brighter and brighter.

What an indescribable visual feast!Cyril thought to himself.

At this time, the stars all over the sky gathered into a galaxy, pouring down from the sky above.

Cyril's gaze followed Xinghe and landed in the center of the seat on the high platform in front of the hall.

When the thrilling galaxy light disappeared, a tall and slender figure of a man appeared in front of the seat.

At the same time, a tidal wave of coercion permeated the entire hall.

He clearly came on the gentle and bright galaxy, but he gave people a sense of oppression like a brutal king stepping on blood step by step.