After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Go to the fucking challenge of excellence!

Nicholas Cavendish just wants to get out of this sad place now.

He was about to walk to the sidelines, but found Cyril quickly catching up.

Nicholas Cavendish's mouth was drawn into a straight line.

He tried his best to control the expression on his face, trying to restore his usual arrogant look, but he was finally defeated by the depression in his chest, and gave Cyril a hard look from the bottom of his heart.

Cyril spread his hands, blinked his eyes, with a sincere and unaffected expression.

His pair of black and white beautiful almond eyes were three parts innocent, three parts friendly and four parts expectant.

Nicholas Cavendish couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

expect?what to expect

Soon, under the slightly shy reminder from the other party, he knew it with a cold face.

Nicholas Cavendish impassively produced a fine brass card.

He gritted his teeth and said, "This is a 500 Witch Crystal Face Value Black Rose Merchant Guild Quota Card, which is universal in the Witch Continent!"

Cyril's eyes became brighter, and he happily took the brass card.

He looked at the angry expression of "Don't get me wrong" on the customer's face, hesitated for a moment, and comforted him kindly: "There are so many fields of knowledge in the wizarding world, youth is capital! All roads lead to wizards, don't narrow the road gone."

Cyril, who has a certain reserve of magical knowledge, can more or less see that Nicholas Cavendish is not good at offensive spells in the process of getting along with his classmates in the past few months.

Although the opponent can also do a good job, compared to his excellent talent in magic pharmacy, summoning and offensive spells may not be the best direction for Cavendish to become a wizard in the future.

Nicholas Cavendish, who was just about to turn around and leave, stopped when he heard this, and snorted coldly from his nose, "I want you to take care of it." Then he turned his head and left.

Cyril just kindly offered a small suggestion to the other party. As for what Nicholas Cavendish would do, of course he would not interfere.

Cyril, who had credited 500 Wu Jing at once, was satisfied, with happiness written all over his face.

He made his hands into a trumpet shape, put his mouth near Nicholas Cavendish and called out to Nicholas Cavendish's back: "Welcome to fight with me next time! I'll give you a discount!"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Cyril felt that Nicholas Cavendish's pace of leaving was much faster, and his back also looked a little bit vicissitudes.

Since the news of this match was spread by the crowd, the wizard apprentices of Snowbog Wizard Academy knew that Cyril Lawrence, an S-level wizard apprentice, had mastered a lot of undead magic.

Of course, with Cyril's acquiescing publicity, the competition price of the innocent man also attracted attention.

Indeed, a few big Wujing households who were not short of money also approached and made an appointment for a match with Cyril in the arena.

As a result, he successfully paid off his debts, and reserved Wujing in advance for future paid courses.

Now Cyril's small treasury has a full 1020 witch crystals.

Xia Tian's footsteps approached quietly without knowing it.

The frequency of staying up late for wizard apprentices also reached its peak during this period.

No other reason, except that the final exam is coming soon.

This time, even the history of magic professor Bennett Tyrone, who never assigned homework after class, gave them a long list of books.

What makes the wizard apprentices even more desperate is that the professors of other courses are not so easy to talk to, and the scope of review is simply a sea of ​​stars.

"All the charms that I have shown in class that you should master by now are likely to be tested."

Charms professor Robin Antonio showed a malicious smile, and told the apprentice wizard who was on the verge of collapse to want to pull off his mustache.

However, they only dared to think about it in their hearts.

After all, the last wizard apprentice who tried to use a side-door curse to make the Charms professor sick and on leave heard that he was still in charge of cleaning up the sanitation system of the college, which is the kind of cleaning that does not allow magic...

Cyril was shocked when he heard about it.

"I have to say, you are really the worst class I have ever led."

Potions professor Selina Posens waved her papers at the wizard apprentices unceremoniously.

Then she flicked her wand lightly.

This stack of parchment flew in front of the wizard apprentices like little firecrackers. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The parchment was rolled into a round stick and hit them directly on the bridge of the nose and Cheek, patted several times.

"oops!"

An apprentice wizard clutched his cheek in pain.

"Stop! I was wrong! I will write better next time!"

The parchment slapped him hard on the face a few times before it fell onto the table as if taking a break.

Even if it is lying on the table, it is full of domineering momentum.

I saw a big "E" written on this piece of parchment in bright red ink, which was the worst grade in the grade.

The scarlet ink was so dark it seemed to tear the parchment.

The edges of the parchment curled up, and it looked like it was still looking for another chance to slap the apprentice wizard in the face.

The sorcerer apprentice looked at the words "Rewrite" flying and dancing on the back, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Hey, it's not because the tasks in the review stage are too heavy and there is too little time!

At that time, he was dizzy from reviewing, until he found out that the deadline for the Potions class homework was only an hour later, so he hurriedly scraped together and wrote something and handed it in.

The person involved regrets it!I am very sorry!

The parchment in front of Cyril was extremely gentle in comparison, and it fell lightly into his hands.

A slender "A" was written on the parchment. According to the light traces of the red ink, it could be seen that the thesis probably satisfied the professor.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to fool this rigorous witch who pursued details easily!

At this time, the cold-looking young witch was looking at the wizard apprentices in the classroom with eyes that hated iron and steel.

Her dark green curls, as thick as seaweed, fluttered behind her head, and every strand of her hair clearly expressed anger.

Selena Pousens asked indifferently: "Do you know why I can hear the sound of the sea as soon as I walk into this classroom?"

Her indifferent voice made the wizard apprentices tremble, and they shook their heads in unison.

The potions professor sneered and replied, "That's because your brains are full of water!"

Professor Christina Black reminded everyone that if you fail the final exam, you will need to pay 1000 witch crystals to retake the unqualified course after the summer vacation.

"Similarly, I still don't suggest you cheat."

The handsome short-haired witch gave a meaningful glance to the wizard apprentices, and explained: "Unless you can be perfectly invisible under the supervision of the professors, and they won't find out. Otherwise, you know, you will do so at your own risk. "

In order to prepare for the final exam, some wizard apprentices simply lived in the library with pillows and quilts, which was allowed by the rules of the school.

However, if these apprentice wizards who forget to eat and sleep forget to use the "cleaning spell" on themselves that will make their skin wrinkled, they will be kicked out by the skeleton guards for destroying the environment of the library.

Snowbog College for Wizards and Wizards is filled with a strong learning atmosphere.

The wizard apprentices greeted each other by asking, "How is your review going?"

"It sucks!! Merlin's stinky socks! Why do you need to take a theory class!"

Another wizard apprentice with big dark circles on his face replied in despair.

Yes.

Final exams at Snowborough's are usually (with the exception of History of Magic) divided into theory and practical exams.

Therefore, wizard apprentices not only need to memorize the knowledge points, but also need to apply them smoothly in the practice exam.

"Hold on, I can."

Paris Geller took a deep breath.

He looked at the blood lizard egg pinched on his protective glove, and carefully added it to the crucible.

Cyril's notes said that after putting in the blood lizard eggs, they should be stirred immediately.

Fortunately, he bought an automatic stirring crucible, otherwise he would definitely be in a hurry.

"Then, turn down the flame and sprinkle in 15g of pig gall powder."

Paris Geller recalled it, glanced at Cyril's note again to confirm, and then he pressed a screw button on the right side of the brass cauldron.

He gently turned the button counterclockwise, then measured out 15g of black powder from a small bottle with a transparent glass test tube, and poured it into the crucible tremblingly.

When the blood-red liquid in the crucible touched the black powder, it immediately turned into a purple-red viscous liquid.

"It looks like it worked..."

Paris Geller breathed a sigh of relief.

He muttered in a low voice: "This blood tonic... looks really hard to swallow."

Then, he turned his head to watch Cyril throw a treated slug with tentacles into the cauldron.

After Cyril concentrated on successfully brewing a pot of "energy potion" and took off the protective gloves on his hands, Paris Geller spoke to him: "Cyril, how did you do it? How did you do it in one step? Can't go wrong!"

Cyril took off the protective glasses hanging on his face with one hand, and said: "You have to pay attention to some small details, where is the most error-prone point of each potion, and then remind yourself to avoid it when brewing. I recommend you to read the one in the library..."

As he spoke, he brushed the protective glasses over the top of his head with his hands. The protective glasses messed up his black and smooth hair, and a cute dull hair was raised.

After Cyril finished talking about a lot of suggestions, seeing Paris staring at the top of his head, he quickly stretched out his hand to press the raised hair.

At this time, Cyril and his friends were reviewing the Potions class in the Potions Laboratory of the college.

Fortunately, they can still enjoy the last preferential treatment for freshmen. It doesn't cost witch crystals to enter this potion laboratory.

Addison Morgan looked at Paris Geller's headache expression, pushed his glasses and said, "When the new school year starts after the summer vacation, you don't need to worry about the final exam anymore."

Everyone raised their eyes to look at him.

Addison Morgan calmly explained: "Don't you all know? In the paid courses in the new academic year, the attitude of the professors will undergo a 180-degree change. Simply put, it is - love to learn but not to learn."

He paused, and continued: "There will be no final exams for the subsequent courses. The 1000 witch crystals are only the fee for wizard apprentices to attend the lectures. Asking questions requires additional fees."

"No wonder what I saw in the library during this time is basically our current class of wizard apprentices!"

It dawned on Warren.

"No more exams! That would be great! Can't wait to start next term early!"

Paris Geller raised his arms and shouted.

"At that time, what you will worry about is how to earn witch crystals."

Addison Morgan's glasses reflected an eerie light.

He showed a calm expression that is used to the storm, and calmly spit out the cruel truth: "Next semester, every apprentice wizard must take at least one course, which requires at least 1000 witch crystals. Moreover, next semester's The courses are all courses that cost a lot of witch crystals, such as alchemy, summoning, puppetry, etc. The raw materials for these courses have to be prepared by ourselves, and the cost will probably be several times that of 1000 witch crystals."

Cyril's smile gradually disappeared.

Good guy, so to speak, the 1020 Wujing he saved so hard is useless at all!

The feeling of poverty increased!

Addison Morgan glanced at the stunned people, and closed the notebook in his hand with a snap.

He pushed his glasses and continued: "So, after the exam is over, let's form a team and go to the secret realm together."