MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 47

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As Brian said the correct password, the white rose relief on the door slowly emerged in color.

Vibrant colors smudge and flow quickly and smoothly from the tip of the petal to the center of the flower.

In about a second or two, the entire rose becomes an elegant and timeless pearl red.

It looks lifelike, like a real living rose.

"Come in."

While speaking, Brian pushed open the door.

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

Cyril looked around the house in surprise, and all kinds of furniture were readily 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 placed, 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 this balcony was connected to the next room.

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

Cyril looked at the next room with the glass door and opened his eyes wide to Mr. Scott.

Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of playfulness flashed between his eyebrows.

He nodded calmly and said, "Yes, my room is next door."

Cyril froze for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong.

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

The scenery here is excellent.

Nearby are the rose bushes in the garden that are not as gorgeous as this season, gorgeous and full of life.

In the distance, there are grassy fields and colorful spires.

In the distance are the towering snow-capped mountains and the clear blue sky.

He really likes it! Cyril thought to himself.

"Okay, I'll help you put the things you bought earlier in your room."

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

The items they bought in Whale's Head Lane were temporarily stored here.

Jumped out.

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

Parchment and other stationery are neatly stacked on the desk.

Only one silky smooth chocolate mousse cake remained on the desk, and the rest of the desserts ran downstairs on short legs that did not exist, and went to the kitchen obediently .

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

Hey, magic is the secret weapon for tidying up the room!

Mr. Scott is a real kitchen.

Cyril was in awe.

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

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

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

He looked at the book intently, memorizing as he read.

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

Cyril stood up and wanted to walk 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, Cyril saw Mr. Wizard standing tall and tall.

Now the man is leaning on the back of the recliner, sitting in a sloppy posture, but he can still see the other party's handsome posture.

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

His slender fingers with distinct joints and clear wine are placed together, like some kind of elegant and delicate precious art.

Mr. Scott's movements are very ordinary, but with a little different flavor, it is unexpectedly **** and sultry.

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

He sat on the bed and covered his face.

Just for a moment, I had the idea of ​​beauty!

Sure enough, I just started school and have no homework, so I have the energy and free time to think about it everywhere!

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

These are no more inspiring than his beauty!

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

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

Looking at the unread pages, Cyril was even a little unfinished.

Brian knocked on Cyril's door, waited for a while, and saw the other party open the door blankly.

The Cyril in front of him was still a childish teenager. The soft lighting in the room covered his black soft hair and fair little face with a beautiful light and shadow.

It seemed to be a breeze when the door was opened, which blew the small curls on Little Rose's head slightly, and lightly nodded twice, as if she was fighting with someone call.

"Time for dinner."

Brian smiled slightly, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

While speaking, the man stretched out his fingers and rubbed Cyril's lips lightly.

"There is something."

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

Cyril felt the other person's slightly calloused fingertips slide over his soft lips, and suddenly felt a warmth spread from the corners of his lips, and the whole cheek was slightly hot.

This action seems a little too intimate...

Cyril raised his eyes sharply to look at Mr. Scott, only to find that the other party had a serious expression on his face.

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

Cyril's heart dropped again, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

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

Cyril was full of understanding, Mr. Scott, as the chief of Snowberg Wizarding Academy, maybe he will need to give the freshmen a "excellent student speech" or something?

When Cyril entered the hall, he found that the place had changed.

There are many small round tables in the hall, each table has a fragrant meal and several bottles of champagne.

Skull waiters interspersed in the crowd came and went with clean plates of food.

The freshmen seem to have some concerns and hesitate to act, but the old students have already begun to eat.

"This is a rare opportunity to eat for free. I was hungry for the first two days and was waiting for tonight!"

Cyril passed by one of the tables and heard a wizard apprentice say happily, with a bit of unknowing sadness in his tone.

"No!"

His companion felt the same way, the wizard apprentice stopped a skeleton waiter and said with a smile: "Excuse me, please serve another charcoal grilled elbow!"

The skeleton waiter nodded and quickly cleaned up the plates they had eaten and left.

Many apprentice wizards have taken their seats at various tables.

Cyril was struggling with where to sit when he saw Warren not far away with sharp eyes and beckoned to him.

Cyril hurriedly walked to his familiar friends.

"Good evening everyone!"

He went to the small round table and saw many familiar faces, and felt a lot more relaxed.

"Good evening, Cyril!"

Everyone greeted him with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, they chatted about their experiences after arriving at the academy.

Cyril listened to everyone while enjoying the food.

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

Warren lowered his voice.

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

Paris Grauer added, even he thought the other party was too arrogant!

When Cyril heard this, he instantly thought of the light-brown-haired boy he saw in the academy dining hall at noon.

In retrospect, he and the two around him were indeed exactly what Warren and Jenny described.

"Normal."

Addison Morgan, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke, and all the eyes of the table were turned to him.

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

Everyone looked at each other.

Paris Grauer first asked: "Then why do these wizarding colleges need to recruit students from other continents?"

Addison Morgan glanced at him, glasses reflecting the light of an ornate crystal lamp on the ceiling.

He explained: "The number of children of wizards is extremely rare. First, most wizards are eccentric, maverick, keen to pursue knowledge and power, and have little interest in children."

Addison paused and continued:

"Secondly, according to the information I found in the library, if wizards want to give birth to offspring, they must sacrifice half of their partners' magic and spiritual power, and they can only get one spiritual power. Offspring with mediocre power and magic. So many wizards don't want to have children even if they become partners."

Cyril suddenly realized.

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

He was thinking about why those wizard children were so hostile to him when he heard a melodious sound of music in the hall.

Cyril followed the music and looked at the high platform ahead.

There have been many professors in the college one after another on the high platform.

Professors came to their respective seats in a variety of ways.

For example, this sudden burst of music is the background music of a professor with gray hair and a long white beard.

This music is not a mere sound, but a note splattered one by one from one of the empty seats on the right.

When the beautiful music finished, the notes that lingered in the hall flew to the seats and assembled, and then began to flicker on and off.

The white-bearded wizard suddenly appeared from the note.

He waved to the wizard apprentices in the hall.

The old wizards and apprentices began to applaud, and the freshmen did not realize it and joined the wave of applause.

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 wizard with short black hair appeared in the center of the flame. He had a small beard and a cigar in his mouth.

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

Cyril wished he had more eyes to see their wonderful appearance clearly.

The chair in the middle of the high platform is still empty.

It seems self-evident who this chair belongs to.

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

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

"That's Professor Chris Black. He often wears women's clothes, likes to be praised by apprentices for his beauty, and is especially good at puppetry. We don't have his classes this semester."

Addison Morgan for everyone.

Beside Chris Black sat Wizard Christina, whom Cyril believed to be the dean.

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

"That's Professor Christina Black, she is the Associate Dean of Snowberg Wizarding Institute, responsible for a series of daily teaching management. She is close to Professor Chris Black by her side. Siblings with very different personalities. We'll have her 'Theory of Magic' class tomorrow."

Addison Morgan flipped a page of the notebook in his hand and continued: "That is Professor Joanna Prodict, our witchcraft and divination professor, who has always been mysterious Secret, it is said that every class will appear with a different appearance."

Cyril heard the words and looked at the witch with the pointy 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 sound in the entire hall quickly disappeared, and everyone suddenly felt the difference in the atmosphere.

Everyone noticed the change of light in the hall and raised their heads to look up.

At this time, the ceiling of the hall is no longer a simple and elegant relief, but becomes the sky - just like the real sky outside.

It was a beautiful dawn, Cyril praised in his heart.

He tilted his head and stared upwards with wide eyes.

The next moment the sky showed the fish maw white of the sunrise in the east again.

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

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

Sensitive wizard apprentices took a deep breath when they saw that such a huge light element was easily mobilized.

Mr. Dean is a great writer!

In an instant, it was the turn of the sunset.

A particularly gentle glow was reflected in the hall.

Finally, the sky freezes into a dark blue night with stars shining.

Cyril could see the tiny gleam of stars dotted together, and slowly, the light became brighter and brighter.

What an indescribable visual feast! Cyril thought to himself.

At this time, the stars in the sky converged into a galaxy, pouring down from the sky above.

Cyril's eyes followed the galaxy and fell to the center of the seat on the high platform in front of the hall.

When the thrilling light of the Milky Way disappeared, a handsome and slender man appeared in front of the seat.

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