After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

It's finally time for the grading trial!

A look of excitement appeared on Cyril's face, but because he was wearing a disguise mask, no one could see his expression.

A magic wand appeared in the hand of the wizard wearing dazzling wizard robes. Perhaps it is not appropriate to use a magic wand to describe it.

To be precise, what the sorcerer held in his hand was a long scepter, which was as tall as a person.

The top of the scepter is decorated with a huge black gemstone, and the body of the scepter is also covered with fine and dense magic runes.

Cyril learned the previous experience and lessons, and just took a quick glance at the very eye-catching scepter.

As the robed wizard chanted in a low voice, the black gem at the top of the scepter emitted a dazzling light.

A cloud of mist drifted away from it, and then seemed to be blown away by the wind, spreading all over the Black.

In the next moment, Cyril saw the scene in front of him distorted for a while, and a sense of dizziness struck again, as if he had turned dozens of times in the same place and suddenly stopped, he was light-headed and staring.

When Cyril stood still again, the scene in front of him had changed.

They were no longer on the deck of the cruise ship Black, but on the edge of a wide white cliff.

The white cliff is like a big triangle tilted towards the sky.

Cyril quickly realized that this was the tail of Whalefall Island, shaped like the raised tail fin of a giant whale.

At this time, there are already freshmen coming from different continents on different cruise ships.

Everyone showed a little dazed look on their faces, and looked at each other vigilantly.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Cyril's heart.

He saw the robed wizard who had led them approach a woman in white wizard robes.

The woman looked serious, her long blond hair was neatly combed and tied into a round bun at the back of her head, not a single strand of disobedient hair could slip out quietly.

He looked very aggressive.

"Good morning, Natalia. The new students on our ship are all here. Atlantis, Black, 150 new students."

The robed wizard nodded to the blond woman, while putting away the great scepter in his hand.

As for where exactly he received it, Cyril couldn't tell.

He only saw the scepter disappear into the wizard's hand out of thin air, just as it had suddenly appeared.

"Good morning, Hiedler. You are late."

The blond woman also greeted the robed wizard, and then said indifferently.

"It's not the last one anyway."

The robe wizard said indifferently.

He caught a glimpse of the other party's displeased expression, changed the subject naturally, and sighed casually.

"Hope the Wizarding Union is ready."

"Of course, we have spent a lot of time working with the deans of various wizarding academies to arrange the secret realm of the freshmen's graded trial this time. The Wizarding Union never makes mistakes."

The blond woman raised her chin with a proud expression.

The robed wizard stopped talking, noncommittal.

He nodded again to the blond woman and left.

When the last batch of new students arrived, the blond woman took out her wand and said a spell silently, and then a white bracelet appeared on everyone's wrist.

The white bracelet looks very rough, like a strip of white paper wrapped around the wrist, very fragile.

Cyril tried to take off the white bracelet, but he couldn't shake the fluffy white bracelet for half a minute.

"Attention all freshmen, the white bracelets on your wrists are used to record your location and time after entering the secret realm, and they will be recovered after the grading trial is over."

The blonde woman's voice was also amplified countless times, and her indifferent voice sounded above the white cliff.

"The secret realm has been opened, just below the cliff. Remember, time is precious, and the core is the key. The secret realm is a circle structure. Except for the core of the secret realm, the rest of the circle will be closed as time goes by as time goes by. If you do not enter before the circle is closed The next freshmen in the inner circle will automatically exit the secret realm. Those who enter the core circle in the shortest time will have relatively high scores in the grading test."

The blond woman finished talking about the precautions dryly as if she was reciting the instruction manual.

Then, she fired a beam of golden flames into the sky and disappeared in place.

The remaining freshmen looked at each other in blank dismay.

Cyril walked to the edge of the cliff and carefully looked down the cliff.

Below the high cliffs are rough waves.

The waves surged unstoppably one after another, roaring towards the white rocks on the cliff, and the moment they touched the stones, they made a roar like a thousand troops fighting, which was shocking.

Some looming dark reefs can be seen on the sea.

If he jumped off the cliff and landed on this reef, he would definitely fall bloody.

Cyril heard the sound of someone swallowing saliva in fear.

For a moment, no one among the freshmen made the next move.

Cyril thought of what the blond woman said "time is precious", he clenched his fists, and was about to take a step forward when he heard an exclamation from the other side.

He turned his head quickly, and saw a freshman wearing a black cloak jumping off the white cliff in one go.

Everyone was staring at his movements.

The falling figure of this person disappeared just as he was about to touch the turbulent sea water under the cliff.

The sea was still rushing in, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

With the bold and successful experience of the first person to eat crabs, the freshmen jumped off the white cliff one after another like dumplings.

Cyril no longer looked at it.

He also took a step forward, stepping into the air.

Cyril could feel his body falling rapidly, and the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, his heart beat faster and he clenched the wand in his hand.

A rich curtain of silver and green tulle poured down from the top of the bed.

The bright and warm sunlight shone through the exquisite carved curtains in the room, and gently sprinkled on the face and body of the person lying under the quilt.

When Cyril woke up from his sleep, his brain seemed to be covered with sweet chocolate for a moment, unable to think.

He slowly buried his head deep in the soft bedding, trying to block the sunlight that came in.

He even put his hands over his eyes.

However, at the next moment, Cyril suddenly jumped up from the bed, and he opened his eyes wide and looked around.

This is without a doubt a spacious bedroom beautifully and richly decorated.

The large and soft bed is hung with silver-green tulle bed curtains, and the quilt on the bed is as silky and warm as velvet.

The walls are decorated with various light and shallow reliefs, and the floor is covered with thick white plush carpets.

The room is gorgeous and quiet, everything is neat and clean, but it is a little weird for no reason.

Isn't he in the wizard apprentice trial?

Why is it here?

Could it be that the trial is an escape room?

[system? ]

Cyril asked in his mind, but he didn't get any response.

[system?Are you there? ]

He patiently called the system, but the system seemed to have disappeared, or it had never existed.

"What is a system? Perhaps there has never been such a thing as a system."

A thought subconsciously drilled into Cyril's mind, like the chocolate sauce that had just been cleaned up and smeared into his brain again.

This idea came up for no reason, and Cyril's fingertips trembled slightly.

He shook his head hastily to get this strange thought out of his mind, and at the same time a trace of cold sweat oozes from his back.

When his clear mind returned, Cyril realized that there were a lot of things wrong.

His magic wand, night flint, medium healing potion and other magical items are all gone.

Even his wrists were clean, and the white bracelet that the blond woman wore for all new students was gone.

Wait, no, my hands seem to have gotten a little bigger?

Cyril stretched out both hands, spreading his palms and fingers.

His current hand has lost the immaturity of a teenager and has become more slender.

Cyril got off the bed in a hurry, and stepped on the soft white carpet with his bare feet.

However, he didn't care so much, he quickened his pace and rushed to the mirror in the room.

This is an oval mirror, the frame is inlaid with many beautiful glass jewels, and the mirror surface is also smooth and clear.

Cyril stared at the mirror in front of him in astonishment.

The young man reflected in the clear mirror has short black hair, with a bit of playful natural curls, casually resting on his delicate eyebrows and eyes.

There was complete shock and bewilderment in a pair of almond eyes.

Under the corner of the left eye, there is a tiny, cute little tear mole like a bright red blood drop.

This is indeed Cyril, not the 15-year-old Cyril in the wizarding world, but what he looked like when he was 21 years old before time travel.

The gaze continued to look down, sliding over the white and slender neck. The milky white nightgown was loosely draped over the young man's body. The neckline was a little low, revealing his straight and thin collarbone, which was beautiful and fragile.

From the center of the left and right collarbones hangs a beautiful broken silver hollowed-out small rose pendant, inlaid with a scarlet gemstone in the middle, and there is a slender silver-green "S" in the gemstone.

This was the only thing in Cyril that followed him to this new place.

"Oh, young man! You're finally up?! Let me take a look, oh, it's almost eleven o'clock in the morning! It's okay to get up late, but you should get dressed anyway?"

Suddenly, something resembling a mouth appeared on the mirror.

The upper and lower lips on the mouth touched and closed quickly, and the mirror began to speak.

Cyril paused when he heard the words, and he obediently closed his nightgown.

Thinking about myself suddenly returning from 15 years old to 21 years old, it seems that it is not uncommon for the mirror to talk, Cyril relieved in his heart.

"Hey, I don't mean you have to put on your nightgown, young man, there are so many beautiful clothes waiting for you in the locker in the dressing room!"

There was a hint of expectation in the mirror's tone.

"Let me see, you may be suitable for wearing today..."

While the mirror was speaking, Cyril also walked to the wardrobe it said, stretched out his hand and opened the brass wardrobe handle carved with roses.

Then, he blinked again in shock.

"...that beautiful long white dress, the color is like the purest snow outside, it is very beautiful! Although the design is simple, it is very elegant..."

The mirror is still beeping.

Cyril looked at a wardrobe of gorgeous dresses with a cold face.

In all fairness, even an aristocratic lady with a superior background would only be amazed when she saw these beautiful and gorgeous dresses.

He silently closed the closet door and chose to continue wearing his nightgown.

After putting on the cashmere slippers beside the bed, Cyril pushed open the bedroom door and walked out.

Outside the door is a long, quiet corridor.

There are countless beautiful "moving" oil paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor.

Eerily, this moving canvas features Cyril himself.

There is an oil painting of him playing the piano intently, and the white fingers of the person in the painting are nimbly flying over the keyboard.

With him contentedly savoring the oil painting of afternoon tea, exquisite little cakes jumped up and down on the table.

And he seems to be a model for someone, lying on a long bed, blinking in a certain direction...

Cyril glanced at the paintings quickly, his breathing stopped slightly, and a layer of goosebumps appeared uncontrollably on his skin.

He quickened his pace and walked forward.

After walking out of the corridor and down the stairs, Cyril found himself in a huge empty tower.

He came to the magnificent hall of the tower and pushed open the heavy door.

Outside the door, there is endless white snow.

In the air, heavy snow is still circling and falling, and the crystal snowflakes are dancing in various poses.

It was a vast expanse of white, clean, and nothing else could be seen.

The sky was also gloomy and cold white-gray, and the sun could not be seen at all, and there was no sunshine at all.

But he clearly felt the bright sunshine in the bedroom before...

Cyril tried to take a few steps forward, walked into the snow, and immediately felt the cold air coming from all directions.

The cold air happily licked Cyril's exposed cheeks and neck, and unscrupulously burrowed into his thin silk nightgown, making him shiver, and the blood in his limbs seemed to have frozen in the ice and snow.

In such low temperatures, he couldn't get very far in the snow.

The plan to escape from the tower will certainly not work.

Cyril quickly retreated to the gate of the tower, and the warm air immediately enveloped him, making one feel as if he was soaked in warm water again.

One step away, it's freezing when you go in, and it's warm like spring when you go back.

Cyril stared outside the door and took a deep breath.

He closed the door and explored in the tower.

Hall, reception room, study, guest bedroom, wine cellar, bathroom, kitchen...

Cyril looked around carefully, even searching behind the tapestries and oil paintings, but found no clues.

Cyril tried to attack the wall in the tower with magic power, trying to find some secret door.

However, it was useless. The bright and hot fireball hit the wall and was instantly absorbed without leaving any traces on the wall.

The wall stood upright, as if mocking his overreaching.

Really, damn it!

Although very angry, but still have to eat.

When the meal time comes, hearty dishes automatically appear on the tables in the restaurant.

Balsamic grilled chicken, rich seafood risotto, rich macaroni and cheese, sweet pancakes with sugar sauce...

It's all Cyril's favorite food, and the temperature is just right.

When he finished eating and put down the knife and fork in satisfaction, the table was automatically cleaned up as if by induction, and replaced with rich desserts and drinks.

All day with no gains.

Cyril struggled late into the night and still had no clue, and finally couldn't resist the drowsiness, so he returned to the bedroom where he woke up during the day, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

the next day.

Cyril woke up from the soft bed and immediately noticed something was wrong

There is someone beside him!

A warm body was pressed against his back intimately.

The body temperature of the other party is continuously transmitted from the place where the two bodies fit together.

Cyril froze all of a sudden.

He moved slightly, trying to slip out of bed.

However, just as his legs moved slightly, the slender and powerful arm around his waist slowly moved up along his waist until it reached his chest, wrapping around him tightly.

At the same time, the man behind him whispered in a hoarse voice that seemed lazy in the morning, "Don't move around."