After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"Good evening, everyone."

The man's voice was like a low-pitched cello, deep and hoarse, very pleasant to hear.

"Hope you're having a good night."

His tone is calm and natural, and his elegant male voice is like a winding snake letter.

As his words fell, the coercion that spread throughout the hall faded away like a tide.

Cyril heard a nearly uniform sound of breathing from all around.

"That's Dean Brian, the sole dean of Snowbog School of Wizardry, a well-known necromancer in the entire wizarding continent."

Addison Morgan said dryly, reverence in his voice.

He was staring at the dean, and suddenly felt that his eyes were blurred, and his vision seemed to be blocked by some invisible things.

Addison Morgan took off his glasses with a sigh of relief, wiped them with a clean white towel on the small round table, and put them back on.

However, the situation is still not improving.

He was stunned, realized something, and murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough! Mr. Dean is very mysterious, and low-level wizard apprentices can't stare at him for a long time."

Addison Morgan pushed his glasses, and he turned his head to look at Cyril, with a hint of envy in his usual calm tone: "Dean Brian didn't offer any courses. It is said that he will only teach students under his own name .Now, he has only two students under him, both are S-level wizard apprentices, one is the head of the academy, Claude Scott, and the other is you... Cyril Lawrence!"

Cyril blinked.

He looked up at the surprisingly handsome Dean Brian in the middle of the high platform.

The other party's long silver-white hair seemed to be flowing with starlight from the top of his head, and there was still a faint smoky gray mist lingering around him.

Cyril could feel that the other party's light eyes passed through the crowd and fell on him precisely.

Across a long distance, he met a pair of dark eyes, the sharp edge in the deep black eyes was concealed by a playful smile.

Cyril vaguely heard a tiny sound of "tick--".

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt that his gaze was firmly fixed, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

He couldn't even close his eyes for a while, so he could only maintain his original posture abruptly, facing Dean Brian's gaze directly.

Time seemed to stand still, and the surrounding scenes were reduced to a blurred background amidst the noise of others.

At the end of Cyril's line of sight, only the other party's playful and caring eyes stared at him.

That gaze slid over him slowly with strong interest.

Like a viper's sticky gaze, it sized up the delicate prey it was playing with in the palm of its hand inch by inch.

Cyril could feel an uncontrollable shudder running down his spine, and a light layer of goosebumps appeared on his skin.

The body's strong stress response made him hold his breath.

At this time, there was another soft "tick--" sound in my ear.

"Cyril, come on!"

Jenny put her hands on her chin, smiled at Cyril, and sent her sincere encouragement.

Her relaxed smile brought Cyril back to his senses slowly.

Although his brain hadn't reacted yet, he subconsciously smiled at Jenny.

No one seemed to notice that he had lost his mind for a moment.

Time glides forward without interruption and incomparably smoothly after stopping strangely.

The sound of chewing and chattering from the surrounding people re-entered Cyril's ears, bringing a sense of reality.

It seemed that the silent confrontation between the eyes of the two just now was just his own illusion.

[It's not an illusion, you have just been pulled into a profound time magic, and you have a second more special experience than the people around you. ] The system quickly and seriously revealed the truth.

Cyril looked again at the center of the high platform in front of the hall, and saw Dean Brian slowly turning the tail ring on his finger.

This action is so familiar...

Cyril was taken aback for a moment.

For a moment, the action Mr. Scott used to do appeared in his mind.

Thinking of Mr. Scott, Cyril looked around, but he didn't seem to see the figure of the academy chief.

Perhaps Mr. Scott was arranged by the dean to do other things.

Until the end of the dinner and the crowd dispersed, Cyril did not see his roommate.

He waited in the hall for a while, but he still didn't see the figure of the other party, so he walked back slowly.

The dormitory area at night is not pitch-black.

As the wizard apprentices walking back and forth showed their magical powers, various lighting methods appeared on the trails extending in all directions.

Some apprentice wizards had bright lights on their wand tips, and the wand turned into a convenient flashlight.

Some wizard apprentices released a ball of light floating in mid-air, and the ball of light followed its master's steps and moved forward.

Everyone's favorite light color is different. For a while, various colors of light flashed on the road, as if some kind of light banquet was going on.

Cyril also walked back to the rose cottage where he lived under the faint blue light of his night flint.

Under the cool moonlight, the blooming roses look more beautiful and coquettish.

Cyril reported the correct password and opened the door.

He took a comfortable hot bath, let the system set the alarm clock for tomorrow morning, and fell asleep in bed.

A good night's sleep.

Early the next morning.

After the system's Divine Comedy called morning, Cyril quickly woke up.

He originally thought that he would have nightmares after being specially "greeted" by Dean Brian last night, but he didn't expect to sleep soberly until the next day.

Cyril touched his black wand beside the pillow, wondering if the nightmare-eating tapir in the wand had worked secretly.

It seems that after having this magic wand, I have never had nightmares again!

Cyril put on the black wizard robe, and put other books and stationery into the retractable pocket of the robe.

After eating the free breakfast in the dining room, Cyril looked at the crystal ball again. It read: "Magic theory class, professor: Christina Black, classroom 001, class time: [-] am."

After leaving the restaurant, he took the teleportation array to the front of classroom 001.

There were still 15 minutes before the nine o'clock class, and the classroom was almost full of wizard apprentices.

The freshmen are excited and full of energy on the first day of class.

Some people and their deskmates were huddling together, chatting in low voices; some people took out their wands and tried spells;

Cyril looked for an empty seat in the crowd, and he saw Addison Morgan sitting in the first row of the classroom, and there was another empty seat beside him.

So Cyril went straight over and sat down beside him.

"Good morning, Morgan."

Cyril took out the textbook - "Introductory Guide to Magic Theory", parchment and quills and arranged them on the table.

"Good morning, Cyril."

Addison Morgan looked up from the page and nodded to Cyril.

He paused, and suddenly said: "It seems that your title of S-level wizard apprentice is very enviable."

Cyril followed Morgan's gaze and saw the light brown-haired boy again.

Sitting obliquely to their right, he caught a glimpse of Cyril's gaze and snorted haughtily.

"Honestly, I don't know what that is about, I don't know him at all."

Cyril shrugged and said helplessly.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

Addison Morgan sighed.

He pushed his glasses and said in a low voice, "Friendly reminder, Professor Black likes surprise exams in his first class."

take an exam?

Cyril's heart suddenly lifted.

He quickly went through the knowledge he had previewed yesterday in his mind. Fortunately, the magic theories in his mind were not completely forgotten because of a sleep.

However, Cyril still looked eagerly at his deskmate and asked, "Do you know the test questions or answers? I mean, you look very sure!"

Addison Morgan's glasses reflected a bright light.

He said calmly: "The false god of learning knows the answer in advance, and the real god of learning is the answer himself."

OK.

Cyril no longer looked at the real god of learning, he opened the book and quickly reviewed it again.

When the minute on the wall clock on the classroom wall reached 12, there was a crisp sound of closing the door.

The wizard Christina Black with neat short hair came in.

She was wearing a sky-blue wizard robe, holding a stack of parchment in her arms, and the corners of the robe fluttered as she walked.

"There, apprentice wizards. Close your Introductory Guide to The Theory of Magic."

The short-haired witch walked to the front of the classroom, turned around, and glanced at everyone.

The freshmen looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Christina raised her eyebrows slightly, and turned the crooked wand in her hand.

Immediately, all the books spread out on the table were closed together with a snap, and the books quickly flew to the podium to be folded.

The book in Cyril's hand also broke free all of a sudden, and flew forward together with the front, rear, left, and right textbooks, and a small wave of wind and waves was set off during the flight.

Christina waved her wand again, and the parchments in her hand fell in front of each freshman one by one.

"Now, the timer starts. Rewind on time in 15 minutes."

The stern-faced young witch offered no explanation.

She looked around the classroom and saw that everyone was starting to answer the questions before going to the chair next to her and sitting down.

Then, she waved her magic wand, and a huge hourglass appeared above the classroom, and the sand in the hourglass was flowing rapidly.

Christina thought of something, and took out another little paper man.

This little paper figurine is flexible and has excellent jumping ability.

Christina blew on the little paper figurine in her palm, and it floated from her palm to the podium.

Then, the little guy squatted down slightly, made a jumping posture, and jumped onto the hourglass above the classroom in the next moment.

The little paper figurine sat on the hourglass, its thin piece of paper turned its head around, trying to catch a cheating student.

Cyril looked at the parchment in his hand, and quickly scanned the topic from top to bottom.

They are all the theories mentioned in "Guide to Magic Theory for Beginners". The difficulty is not high, but the amount of questions is very large, and it may not be written in 15 minutes.

Cyril dipped the ink with the quill pen and started to write quickly. Due to the rush of writing, his handwriting was a bit scribbled.

Time passed bit by bit, and only the last small piece of sand remained in the upper half of the huge hourglass.

In the last row of the classroom, a boy with short black hair quietly raised his head, stretched his neck and looked at Professor Black in front of him.

He saw her looking down at the book in her hand with her head down, and she didn't look like she was seriously invigilating the exam.

"Hey, Housman! Show me your answer."

He moved towards the deskmate next to him, and said in a voice that was almost a whisper.

While speaking, his eyes glanced at the test paper of the same table Housman.

Just as he withdrew his eyes and was about to copy the answer quickly, the little man sitting on the hourglass rolled himself into a paper ball and aimed at the boy who was trying to take advantage of it.

The next moment, there was a howl in the classroom—the seemingly powerless paper ball hit the boy's eyes into panda eyes.

The paper ball completed the task and stretched its limbs again to become a little paper man.

The little paper figurine jumped up and down on the desks of the wizard apprentices with bold and vigorous steps.

When Cyril heard the movement, the quill under his hand froze.

But he held back and didn't look back, and continued to answer questions.

But the moment he lowered his head, he seemed to see something white flashing past his eyes.

Is this a new type of cheating? ?

Not long after, all the fine sand in the huge hourglass flowed to the lower half of the hourglass.

The entire hourglass exploded with a "bang—" and turned into countless colored paper strips in the air.

Christina heard the movement and waved the wand in her hand, and all the parchment answer sheets of the wizard apprentices flew towards the podium.

"I haven't finished writing yet!"

"Me too!"

"Many won't do it!"

……

The rustling voice of the dragon dragon resounded in the classroom.

The wizard apprentices looked at their unfinished papers with melancholy faces and flew away.

Cyril managed to finish writing the last question before the hourglass ran out.

But he was a little worried that the handwriting was too scribbled and elegant, and wondered if the professor would deduct points for him.

He raised his eyes to the final destination of those parchments.

The parchments were stacked on the podium, and a small figure cut out of paper stood on the pile of rolls, which was very eye-catching.

Then Wizard Black placed a red quill nearly the size of its entire body in front of the little paper doll.

The little paper figurine held the quill pen and began to correct the test paper.

It was extremely fast, and quickly turned over a piece of parchment.

"Okay. Your scores will come out before the end of get out of class, which will determine how much homework each of you will get after class."

Christina stood in front of the podium, blocking the little paper man who was correcting the paper.

When she began to speak, the attention of all the wizard apprentices was refocused on the short-haired witch.

"Lessons begin now."

Everyone sat upright, watching the textbooks on the podium fly back to their hands.

Cyril found out that this short-haired witch was indeed straightforward, and her lectures were concise and clear without being muddled.

"A wizard's power comes from mastering the energies and knowledge of the natural world."

Christina said calmly:

"Energy is the magic element. To put it simply, we wizards improve our spiritual power through meditation, use our spiritual power to feel the existence of magic elements in the surrounding environment, and absorb and condense the magic elements to convert them into magic power."

"The ancient great wizards have discovered through exploration that there are seven magical elements in nature. They are light elements, dark elements, wood elements, water elements, fire elements, earth elements, and thunder elements."

After all, Christina waved her wand.

In the air in front of her, seven light spots emerged, shining with lights of different colors.

"Each wizard apprentice has a different element affinity. In the process of learning and practicing in the future, you will find out which element or elements you have a high affinity for, and choose the element with a high affinity to increase your magic power. Get twice the result with half the effort."

"The magic spell is the most efficient way to release the magic power to achieve the goal, which has been summed up by countless senior wizards. You need to learn the established magic runes first, understand and master the release methods of most commonly used magic spells. Only on this basis can the next step of exploration and innovation be completed.”

Christina smiled and waved her wand gracefully.

"This is the light element. The commonly used ones are 'Bright Curse'."

The next moment, a ball of soft light appeared from the tip of Christina's wand, which was very comforting to watch.

Presumably for a demonstration to wizard apprentices.

Cyril could clearly see her wand guiding many white points of light in the air to converge into a bright mass.

"This is the dark element."

At this time, Christina gathered a lot of black particles with her magic wand and turned into a gloomy crow.

The next moment, the crow opened its mouth and let out a shrill cry.

Hearing the gloomy call, the wizard apprentices couldn't help frowning as if their hearts had been grasped by the crow's sharp claws.

Christina shook her wand, and the crow disappeared immediately.

Cyril could see the dark elements that had just gathered together overflowing all of a sudden.

Next, the short-haired witch demonstrated the remaining five magic elements, each with its own magical charm.

Then, she gave an introduction to the universal meditation method.

During the next free practice time, Cyril gently closed his eyes.

According to what Professor Black said, he tried to feel the magical elements around him during meditation, trying to discover which magical elements he was compatible with.

The author has something to say: I saw a lot of cuties in the comments saying they couldn’t remember their names, so here’s a list of the characters that have appeared!It’s okay if you can’t remember, just follow the main perspective=3

★Received & Attacked

Cyril Lawrence: The protagonist of this article is cute, a S-level wizard apprentice, nickname (exclusive for attack): Little Rose, Little Bones

Dean Brian/Mr. Scott/Mr. Wizard/Grand Undead Wizard: The only attack in this article!A dog man who covets a beautiful bone, a monster in a vest, a movie star, a giant with magical powers A group of professors with different styles

Chris Black: drag queen, puppeteer, puppeteer, Christina's brother

Christina Black: Deputy Dean, handsome sister with short hair, sister of Chris, professor of magic theory Cyril's little friends

Addison Morgan: data maniac, round glasses, pocketbook and pen

Warren Abraham: Philly native, little beauty with eyesight

Jenny Webb: Philadelphia native, optimistic girl with vision, younger brother

Roz Webb, Roz's spokesman: Philly fellow, Jenny her brother

Paris Geller: A native of Philadelphia, with a temper like a young master, gradually understands current affairs after being beaten by reality

Grace Abraham: Philadelphia native, older sister of the Warren family, and granddaughter of the Earl of Abraham