MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 46

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

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

There is also a very complex circular magic circle drawn on the door.

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

But no one answered.

The owl flew to Cyril and stopped steadily in midair.

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

Cyril was thinking about how to answer the owl who appeared to be the doorman when he heard Mr. Scott's voice: "Go away, Zoe."

The owl heard its familiar voice and wanted to flap its wings and fly towards Brian excitedly.

However, it was blocked by something invisible and almost hit the ground.

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

The owl Zoe happily spun around the door, spinning very fast.

Cyril even wondered if the little guy was going to get himself dizzy.

Just as he was thinking about this, he saw this owl made an unknown number of turns, and fell to the ground in a dizzy manner.

Cyril blinked, this owl doorman doesn't seem to be very smart...

Brian ignored Zooey the Owl, raised his slender right hand and pressed it on the center of the circle on the door.

The magic circle seemed to be activated suddenly, and a bright light appeared at the edge.

The cobweb-like lines in the witch formation seemed to swim flexibly.

Then, the tightly closed door shrinks from the middle to the ends.

The door opened silently.

Cyril followed behind Mr. Scott into the Dean's office.

He soon discovered to his surprise that the layout of this dean's office was as luxurious and romantic as the parlour he had seen in Mr. Scott's wizard carriage. style.

The room was quiet and empty.

The bright blue flames of the fireplace continued to burn, and the small river of stars glistened on the ceiling.

"Is Dean Brian not here?"

Cyril asked involuntarily.

He had thought that Mr. Scott had brought himself here to meet his mentor.

"The tutor is very busy."

Brian said casually, and he began to nonsense: "I rarely have the opportunity to see him. The tutor explained to me before that I will be responsible for guiding your future magic study."

Cyril froze for a moment, inexplicably relieved.

He thought of Mr. Scott's powerful magic again, nodded obediently, and thanked the other party: "I will ask you for more advice later, I will definitely study hard!"

Brian looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

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

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

"Dangerous magic", wouldn't it be a forbidden technique? ! I 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, what they decided, there is no way he can resist at present.

It's nice to be able to learn more about magic for free!

Cyril took a deep breath and nodded.

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

This time, instead of taking the elevator, they replaced it with a teleportation array.

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

Cyril only felt that the moment he closed his eyes, he had reached his destination.

They went to the library.

Two tall guards in grey robes stood at the entrance of the library.

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

An orange flame burned in the empty eye socket.

"Good day, Chief Scott."

The two skeleton guards bowed respectfully to Brian.

Afterwards, one of the skeleton guards looked at Cyril and said, "Sorcerer apprentice, please show your crystal ball."

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

"Drip-".

The crystal ball made a crisp clock-in sound.

"Okay, wizard apprentice. Remember to register when entering and leaving the library. At the same time, no loud noises, no fights, no meals are allowed in the library."

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

"The register was set up by Professor Bennett Taylor, who teaches the history of magic."

Brian walked beside Cyril, lowered his voice and explained in his ear: "In order to count the study time of the wizard apprentices, and to encourage the wizard apprentices to study hard, at the end of each month, this Professor Tyron will provide free quizzes to the top three wizarding apprentices in the library by time spent, each one can ask five questions."

Cyril immediately realized that after their first year of benefits for this new apprentice wizard, the professors may no longer be free to answer questions.

Brian saw his face and knew that Cyril had figured it out. He smiled slightly and said, "You guessed it right, each professor's fee for answering questions is different. Professor Lun is particularly generous, and the fee for answering questions is 50 Wu Jing per question."

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

The library at Snowburgh Wizarding Academy is huge, surrounded by huge bookshelves that are frighteningly high.

The bookshelves are full of various magic books, and there is a retractable escalator for removing books.

There is a long table in the middle of each row of bookshelves, and many wizard apprentices sit there and study hard, in front of them are magic books piled high.

While reading, the apprentices held quills to write and draw on parchment, taking notes.

Cyril also saw that many apprentice wizards directly took the books at the top of the high bookshelf, and sat down on the escalator to read.

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 there are several small circles of witches drawn on the first step of this staircase.

"Only apprentices of A-level and above 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 take a look. After seeing the other person nod, he stepped on the spiral staircase.

The witch formation at his feet did not have any adverse reaction, and Cyril walked smoothly to the second floor of the library.

The layout of the second floor of the library is not different from the first floor, but there are some soft leather sofas between the bookshelves, which seem to be soft and comfortable.

Cyril keenly noticed that the books on this shelf seemed more old and stale.

He casually took a book from the bookshelf, titled "Advance Cheats of Black Magic", the black cover looked badly worn.

However, as soon as Cyril opened the first page, a dazzling black light suddenly appeared and rushed straight to his eyes!

The stinging sense of attack still lingered in Cyril's eyes, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Oops, 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 somewhat playful.

Even around the eyes, it seemed like a warm current had been applied, and I immediately felt much more comfortable.

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, and above it was the third floor of the library.

"That requires the special permission of the professor 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 without any accident.

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 sign on the side of the bookshelf - books related to the history of magic.

It appears that Addison Morgan has begun researching the history of the Snowberg Wizarding Institute.

I have to say that it is much more convenient to have a guide to show you around the academy than to fumble.

They soon wandered around a lot and came to the academy's restaurant.

It was meal time, and there were many apprentice wizards sitting in the restaurant.

New students can take food at the long table of the buffet without paying any fees, while old students need to deduct some from their few Wu Jing to choose cost-effective meals .

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

Many seniors don’t want to waste time on food choices every day, so they simply choose a monthly random meal, 30 Wu Jing a month, and each meal guarantees one meat and two vegetarian meals.

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

He returned to his seat, lifted the black lid, and his random meal of the day was tender bone-in steak, fist-sized **** of mashed potatoes, and a small bowl sprinkled with salad salad greens.

"Good luck today!"

The bald wizard apprentice lit up after seeing his meal, and excitedly shared his joy with his companions.

And the shaggy wizard apprentice sitting next to him was not so lucky. On his plate was a wheat-colored sandwich, a small green apple and a ripe banana.

The bald wizard patted his companion on the shoulder, and said with kind relief, "You're not bad! You know I got two slices of fried bacon and two tomatoes at one time!"

Cyril followed their example, took the crystal ball and brushed the crystal ball at the skeleton waiter at the counter, and got a clean plate.

He found out that the crystal ball is equivalent to his campus card at Snowberg Wizarding Academy.

"You can go to the buffet on the side to pick up food, remember not to waste!"

The Skeleton Waiter said to Cyril.

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

"What would you like to eat today? Chief Scott! I recommend today's kitchen specials - deep sea fish soup and foie gras black roe!"

Cyril raised his eyebrows.

I didn't expect Mr. Scott to have a very high status in the Snowborg Wizarding Academy. The staff of the academy would greet him specially along the way, and even many senior wizard apprentices were very fond of him. is respect.

After Cyril took the dishes and sat down, he suddenly felt an uncomfortable gaze.

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

The other party looked about the same age as himself, his face was cold, and his expression was very arrogant.

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

Cyril felt baffled.

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

He blinked and looked away, not caring about the boy anymore.

Whoever he is, he can't affect his mood for cooking.

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

The surface of the steak is poured with thick black pepper sauce, and the tender beef is wrapped in the black pepper sauce, and the sauce is thick and delicious.

Cyril was already immersed in tasting the delicious steak, the boy was even more angry when he saw that he was so lightly ignored, and he gave Cyril a fierce look.

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

The boy blushed even more when he saw Cyril hugging the head of the academy so quickly.

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

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

If someone notices, they can find that they are not wearing the ordinary plain black robes uniformly issued by the Wizarding Union, their robes are embroidered with a lot of protective witches picture of.

Cyril was unaware that someone had regarded him as an eyesore.

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

The two strolled along the all-around path, the streets were flat and clean, and the surrounding greenery was green.

Cyril saw a lot of black robe wizard apprentices in a hurry.

The houses lining the road are a variety of bright colors.

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

Brian and Cyril stopped in front of a house.

This house is far away from the surrounding houses, with a quiet arrogance and alienation.

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

"Between you and you will live here, I hope you like it."

Brian was walking forward at a leisurely pace, but he suddenly turned his head and said to Cyril.

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

"It's great!"

Cyril followed the handsome chief through the beautiful roses.

"I think I'll love it!"

Cyril gave a clean smile.

Brian's eyes were filled with a light black gold, which was fleeting.

"That's good.", he smiled lightly.

Then, Brian looked up at the rose relief on the door, and said lazily, "Ah, yes! Remember, little Cyril, the password for the bedroom is - little rose."