After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"Let's go to the arena now? After you finish your exercise, go to dinner!"

Cyril stared at the boy in front of him with scorching eyes, and suggested sincerely.

Although study time is precious, so is Wu Jing!

It's not that his will is not firm, but that the other party has given too much!

Nicholas Little Sheep Cavendish's intuition was wrong, he vaguely felt that an invisible hand was waving a scythe.

So, he asked cautiously, "How much magic power do you have now?"

Cyril hesitated for a moment, feeling that he could not deceive customers for the sake of good reputation.

He replied honestly: "Ahem, the magic power is only 10 now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nicholas Cavendish immediately picked up: "Then come to me after your magic power recovers!"

After he finished speaking, he quickly walked out of the classroom with two followers.

Although the pace is still steady, but there is no reason to reveal a sense of fleeing.

Cyril sighed and covered his chest, feeling a little regretful.

Hey, Wu Jing is not easy to make money!

But Cyril quickly cheered up again.

As long as he defeats Nicholas Cavendish after recovering his magic power, it will be fine!

With the other party's proud personality, you will definitely be very unconvinced, and you will definitely challenge yourself again and again in the future.

Thinking of this, Cyril felt happy, and walked happily to the restaurant to cook.

After eating, Cyril spent a few hours in the library, then packed his things before two o'clock in the afternoon and rushed to the History of Magic classroom.

History of Magic is taught by Professor Bennett Tyrone.

For this wizard, Cyril was very impressed.

One is that the check-in timer set up by the other party at the entrance of the library is eye-catching.

The second is that this professor with a long white beard made an appearance at the opening dinner with background music, which is still vivid in my memory.

"Good afternoon, little ones."

Bennett Tyron stroked his beautiful long white beard, and smiled kindly at the whole class, looking very friendly.

"Good afternoon, Professor."

Many people had a good impression of this gentle old professor, and they all replied in unison.

Bennett Tyrone glanced at most of the wizard apprentices sitting upright, and saw that they still held quills in their hands and seemed to be planning to take notes at any time.

He smiled, blinked mischievously, and produced a long, slender brown wand.

He stretched his arms and waved his wand in a big way, and the tip of the wand emitted a bright spot of light that enveloped the entire classroom.

Cyril only felt that there was a sudden void under his buttocks, and the seat was suddenly taken away unexpectedly.

He fell suddenly onto a large soft feather-like thing.

He looked down, and there was a thick and soft plush carpet under his body.

Cyril looked around, and the whole classroom was completely different from before.

From a classroom with neat and orderly seats into a warm living room.

The apprentice wizards were all seated on the thick rug in this living room.

Outside the window of the living room are cotton-like snowflakes fluttering one after another.

The fireplace in the living room was burning with a bright and warm fire, and the stacked firewood inside made a crackling sound.

An old gramophone was placed on the cabinet next to the fireplace, and the stylus of the phonograph was slowly turning.

A soothing female voice came out: "Mary has a little lamb, the snowball looks like a hair..."

Professor Bennett Tyrone smiled at them from an exotic rocking chair by the fireplace.

The wizard apprentices looked at each other, speechless in surprise.

"Well, there seems to be something missing?"

Professor Bennett Tyrone stroked his white beard leisurely again.

He looked around, made a look of sudden realization, and said with a smile: "Ah, I should have some more hot tea and cookies."

He flicked his wand again.

Many tea sets and dinner plates with rose gold edges suddenly appeared, and stayed in front of the wizard apprentices in twos and threes.

The dinner plate is filled with cranberry biscuits that exude a sweet aroma, as if they were just baked.

A cup of black tea and a stack of cookies stood in front of Professor Bennett Tyron himself.

He took a sip of the black tea with milk, then picked up a piece of biscuit and ate it, with a very relaxed expression.

"Wouldn't you like a piece, kids?"

Professor Bennett Tyrone looked lovingly at the wizard apprentice below, and commented: "I think the taste is very good."

The class of this history of magic professor is indeed much more relaxed than in the morning.

The wizard apprentices drank black tea, ate cookies, and sat around the fireplace listening to a knowledgeable old professor tell the ups and downs of the ancient wizard's adventure story.

Especially when Professor Bennett Terren announced that there was no homework after class, the whole class cheered.

"History of Magic will definitely become my favorite class!"

Paris Geller said with emotion.

What he said was not bad, after all, the rest of the courses would be difficult.

Like magical pharmacy.

This is the course that Cyril was looking forward to before, after all, it will contribute to his great career of earning witch crystals.

But just after the first class of Potions, many wizard apprentices looked pale.

After all, their first class wasn't about making magical potions (they didn't even use a cauldron), but dealing with all kinds of nasty potion raw materials.

including but not limited to:

Skin the slippery green-ringed rattlesnake, remove its fangs, and take out its guts. Try to make the best use of a green-ringed rattlesnake and search it clean; extract the saliva of the crypt worm, and remember to hold back the feeling of vomiting. Be careful not to overforce it to death; squeeze out the venom glands of the spotted toad, be careful, if it breaks free and jumps out, you'll have to crawl all over the classroom floor to find...

The wizard apprentices wore brass goggles, and the lenses on the goggles were made of unknown materials, which could effectively protect against the pollution and attacks of magic materials.

Following the directions of their Potions professor, they turned the screw knob on the back of the goggles.

Immediately afterwards, Cyril heard the inaudible sound of gears turning, and then he saw a fine leather mask contained in the goggles fall down, tightly covering his cheeks.

So in the classroom of Potions class, you can see a large group of wizard apprentices wearing black robes, protective gloves, masks and goggles on their faces, carefully grasping the slippery crypt worms with one hand, and the other Lure crypt worms by holding short sweet potato strips in one hand in front of their mouths.

Please drool, crypt worm daddies.

The sorcerer apprentice felt bitter.

When they finally managed to collect a test tube of crypt worm saliva, the new wizard apprentices who had just begun to suffer from the beatings in the potions class had to pack up their moods that were on the verge of collapse, and turned to the potions professor with stiff faces to collect the crypt worms. Worms are as ugly as spotted toads.

"I said I only want the drool of the crypt worm!"

Potions professor Selena Pousens frowned as she looked at the test tube handed in by an apprentice wizard.

The wizard apprentice turned pale with fright and trembled.

Merlin's stinky socks!Let him pass!He didn't want to see that shitty thing again!

"I have emphasized, this is a course that pays attention to details! Patience and meticulousness are required!"

Professor Selina Pursons said with a serious face.

Just looking at her appearance, she was undoubtedly an extremely beautiful young witch, with thick, seaweed-like long dark green curly hair that was very charming.

Many wizard apprentices and old students are wondering why Professor Selina Possence's hair is still so thick under the devastation of all kinds of strange potions.

This is really the envy of many wizard apprentices whose hair is getting thinner by staying up late to study.

They finally came to the conclusion that Professor Pursons may have mastered the legendary potion for hair growth!

However, at this moment, this beautiful witch couldn't make the apprentice wizard in front of her pay any attention to her pretty face.

The wizard apprentice was looking at the suspicious bluish gray in the center of the white liquid in the transparent test tube with apathy.

That's what the Potions professor emphasized before they started

"Crypt worm snot."

The wizard apprentice murmured in a low voice.

"So, redo."

Professor Selina Posens paid no attention to the tearful eyes of the wizard's apprentice.

She took out a fat crypt worm from the cage next to her again, and placed it in the trembling hands of the wizard apprentice.

"If the test tube you turn in again is still mixed with crypt worm snot..."

Professor Selina Pursons took a deep look at the wizard apprentice in front of her, and said with an emphasis: "I will think that you are dissatisfied with my class."

No apprentice wizard could walk away from a Potions classroom with a smile on his face.

Cyril held his breath and blushed. Finally, he ground the sneezeweed into powder and managed to complete all the tasks of this class before the end of get out of class.

He got a rare smile from Potions teacher Selena Posens.

"As expected of an S-level wizard apprentice, I am very optimistic about you."

Selena Posens took the small jar containing the sneezeweed powder in Cyril's hand, nodded with satisfaction, and said to him.

Nicholas Cavendish, who heard this, almost crushed the spotted toad in his hand.

Cyril tried hard to force a tired smile at his potions professor.

"Thank you for your encouragement, I will continue to work hard."

To be honest, he just wants to go back to the dormitory to take a shower, and then spread into a ball on the bed, so as to calm down his complicated mood of being tossed by various potion raw materials.

After class, the wizard apprentices struggled to complete their Potions class homework one after another, and then walked out of this classroom that left them with a psychological shadow.

Thinking of writing several sheets of parchment after class about the detailed processing methods of these potion ingredients and their effects in different situations, the wizard apprentices just want to sigh.

Why put Potions after History of Magic!

The contrast is too stark!

Is this another slap for a sweet date? ? ?

When Cyril was eating lunch in the college's dining hall, he saw a lot of wizard apprentices and old students glancing at them, and they kept looking at each other, showing a bewildered smile.

When he got up after eating and passed by two old wizard apprentices, he heard them say: "Oh, look at the haggard faces of these freshmen, it looks like they just passed a potions class under Professor Pursons."

The use of the word "boil"...is really spiritual.

The subsequent courses were not so inhumane, but they were not easy either.

In the class of herbal medicine, they faced the large-scale three-dimensional images of various herbs projected from the crystal ball and remembered to identify them.

By the way, the original words of the professor of herbalism are - "I can't let you little monsters who don't care about anything matter to ruin my little cuties of herbal medicine. So learn how to do it first."

The professor of herbalism was Madison Herb, a wizard with curly blond hair.

If Cyril remembers correctly, the way this professor appeared at the opening dinner was to slowly walk out of a huge flower bud.

"...the above is the whole point of daffodil root."

Professor Madison Heber tapped the crystal ball lightly with his wand to turn off the projection effect.

"Next, let me select a few apprentice wizards to test how well you have mastered them."

He picked up the list at the side and glanced at it quickly.

The hearts of the wizard apprentices in the classroom also lifted.

"Nicholas Cavendish!"

Professor Madison Herb caught a glimpse of a name and pronounced it.

"I know your father, Augustus Cavendish. His research on witch formations is very good, and he recently published a paper in the latest issue of "Magic Research."

The herbalism professor looked up at the young wizard apprentice.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course, this doesn't mean that if you don't answer in my class, I will give you a reduced punishment."

"Of course, please ask, Professor."

Nicholas Cavendish stood up, he clenched the quill in his hand, and said with a straight chest.

"Two questions. The first: the environment that the narcissus likes? The second: the common potion I just mentioned for the narcissus?"

asked Professor Madison Herb.

"Narcissus likes light, water, and fat. It is often used as an analgesic, Professor."

Nicholas Cavendish quietly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the question, and replied confidently.

"Good. Sit down."

Professor Madison Herb nodded.

He continued to ask people to get up and return to the question: "Sapir Warner! How to make daffodil root powder?"

"Uh... this... sorry, I don't remember, Professor Herb..."

A boy with red hair muttered under his breath.

He reached out and scratched his head roughly, making his messy hair even more unbearable to look at.

Professor Madison Herb let out a sneer through his nose.

He looked at Sapir Warner and said bitterly, "Are you a goldfish head? I just said it before I turned off the crystal ball!"

Because of this wizard apprentice who didn't answer, the whole class was implicated-in addition to the paper, they had an extra homework of copying class notes.

Every Wednesday, Cyril and the others need to take a full-day spell class.

The Charms professor was the middle-aged male wizard with short black hair and a mustache.

He demonstrated the magic of the spell: the same spell uses the element of fire, but different magic runes have different effects.

Most wizard apprentices get a mediocre little fireball with a normal fireball spell.

And the Charms professor first conjured a cluster of small flames, then a fireball, and after that, the flames suddenly shot up high and turned into a long, huge fire dragon rushing across the classroom.

The moment the fire dragon brushed over his head, Cyril seemed to feel the astonishing heat wave flash past.

The wizard divination class every Thursday is a bit of a headache for Cyril.

Facts have proved that it may be true that the system said that he has no talent for divination.

Cyril really couldn't see anything from the changes in the trajectory of the stars.

However, this does not affect that he also needs to memorize the entire galaxy map.

Jenny Weber was accepted as a student by the wizard divination professor Joanna Prodict after her first class.

Cyril remembered that the professor still appeared as a young and beautiful girl when he attended the opening dinner.

However, she became a kind old lady when she took her first wizarding class.

And in the second week of class, she turned into a beautiful lady again.

Time flies by.

Cyril's daily schedule is almost dormitory-classroom-library three points one line.

Whenever he left the library at night, he could still see many wizard apprentices buried in their homework on the long table.

The high pile of reference books on the table shows that their sleep time is far away.

Fortunately, there were no classes scheduled for the weekend, allowing the wizard apprentices to breathe after their heavy studies.

Cyril and a few friends like to bring books to the lake to do homework on weekends.

From here, you can see the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

The winter sun shines on the calm and clear lake, sparkling with waves, which is very refreshing.

Outside of busy classes, Cyril had little chance to meet Mr. Scott.

The chief of the academy seemed to be erratic, and Cyril had never met him in the academy.

Cyril even felt that he was the only one living in that rose cottage on weekdays.

Regarding this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little bit regretful that he couldn't explain why.

Two weeks passed quickly.

Cyril always remembered that Mr. Scott said at the beginning of the school that the extra magic learning course would start two weeks later, and the location would be in the dean's office.

So, on the Monday night of the third week, he came to the door of the dean's office alone.