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 camouflage mask, no one could see his expression.

    A wand appeared in the hands of a wizard in a dazzling wizard robe, perhaps a wand was not an appropriate description.

    Accurately speaking, the wizard was holding a long scepter, which was as tall as a man.

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

    Cyril learned the lessons of his previous experience and just took a quick glance at the very conspicuous 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, covering the entire Black.

      , Eyes of Venus.

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

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

    The white cliff is like a large triangle sloping towards the sky.

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

    At this time, new students from various continents on different cruise ships have been standing here.

    Everyone looked at each other with a dazed look on their faces.

    Cyril suddenly felt a bad premonition.

    He saw the robed wizard who led them come to a woman in a white wizard's robe.

    The woman had a serious expression, her long blond hair was neatly combed into a round bun at the back of her head.

    Looks very resolute.

    "Good morning, Natalia. We have all the freshmen on board. Atlantis, Black, 150 freshmen."

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

    As for where 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 in the first place.

    "Good morning, Hiedler. You are late."

    The blond woman also greeted the robe 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 look that seemed a little displeased, and naturally changed the subject and sighed casually.

    "Hopefully the Wizarding League is ready."

     "Of course, we worked together with the deans of the various wizarding colleges to spend a lot of time arranging the secret realm of the freshman grading trial this time. The wizarding alliance never makes mistakes."

    The blonde woman raised her chin with a proud expression.

    The robe wizard stopped talking, noncommittal.

    He nodded to the blonde woman again and left.

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

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

    Cyril tried to take off the white bracelet, but he couldn't shake the white bracelet that looked light and fluffy.

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

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

    The blond woman finished the precautions dryly as if she was reciting a manual.

    Then, she launched a golden flame towards the sky and disappeared.

    The rest of the freshmen looked at each other in dismay.

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

    The high cliffs are under the rough sea.

    The waves surged unstoppably layer by layer, roaring towards the white rocks on the cliffs, and the moment they touched the rocks, they made a fighting roar like a thousand horses, Shocking.

    Some looming black reefs can be seen on the sea.

    If you jump off the cliff and fall on this reef, you will definitely fall down.

    Cyril heard someone around him swallowing in fear.

    For a time, no one among the freshmen took the next step.

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

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

    Everyone was staring at his movement.

    I saw the figure of the man falling straight and disappeared in the moment when he was about to touch the turbulent water at the bottom of the cliff.

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

    With the bold and successful experience of the first crab eater, the freshmen jumped off the white cliff one after another like dumplings.

    Cyril stopped looking.

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

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

    Ornate silver-green tulle drapery pours down from the top of the queen bed.

    The bright and warm sunlight shines through the beautifully carved curtains in the room, and lightly sprinkles on the faces of the people lying in the bed.

    Cyril woke up from his sleep, his brain seemed to be smothered by sweet chocolate for a while, unable to think.

    He slowly buried his head deep in the soft quilt, trying to block the sun shining in.

    He even reached out and covered his eyes.

    But the next moment, Cyril suddenly bounced off the bed, and he looked around with wide eyes.

    This is undoubtedly a spacious and beautifully decorated bedroom.

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

    The walls are decorated with various light reliefs, and the floor is covered with a thick white woolen carpet.

    The room is gorgeous and quiet, everything is neat and clean, but it is unreasonably weird.

    Isn't he undergoing a wizard's apprenticeship trial?

    Why is it here?

    Could the trial be an escape room?

    [System? ]

    Cyril asked in his mind, but he got no answer.

    [System? Are you there? ]

    He patiently called the system, but the system seemed to disappear, or it never existed.

    "What is a system? Maybe there is no such thing as a system."

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

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

    He hurriedly shook his head, throwing this strange thought out of his mind, while a cold sweat oozes from his back.

    When the clear mind returned, Cyril realized that there was a lot of wrong.

    His wand, night flint stone, medium healing potion and other magical objects are all gone.

    Even his wrists were smooth, and the white bracelet that the blond woman had put on all the freshmen disappeared.

    Wait, no, your hands seem to be getting bigger?

    Cyril stretched out two hands, spread out his palms and fingers.

    His hands now have lost the immaturity of a boy and become more slender.

    Cyril hurriedly got out of bed and stepped barefoot on the soft white carpet.

    However, he couldn't care less, and he quickened his pace and rushed to the mirror in the room.

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

    Cyril stared at the mirror in front of him, stunned.

    The young man reflected in the clear mirror has short black hair with a little playful natural curls, casually placed on his delicate eyebrows.

    A pair of almond eyes were full of shock and confusion.

    There is a small cute little mole like a dark red blood drop under the corner of the left eye.

    This is indeed Cyril, not the 15-year-old Cyril in the wizarding world, but what he looked like before he passed through at the age of 21.

    The line of sight continued to go 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, beautiful and shapely Fragile.

    A beautiful small rose pendant with broken silver skeleton hangs from the center of the left and right collarbones, with a scarlet gemstone inlaid in the middle, with a slender silver-green "S" in the gemstone.

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

    "Oh, young man! Finally got up?! Let me see, oh, it's almost eleven o'clock in the morning! It's okay to get up late, you should put on your clothes anyway ?"

    A mouth-like thing suddenly appeared on the mirror.

    The upper and lower lips on the mouth snapped together, and the mirror began to speak.

    Cyril closed the nightgown obediently after hearing this.

    Thinking that she suddenly returned from 15 to 21 years old, it seems that it is not uncommon for a mirror to speak, Cyril reassured in his heart.

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

    The tone of the mirror revealed a hint of anticipation.

    "Let me see, you might be able to wear today..."

    While the mirror was talking, Cyril also walked to the wardrobe it said, and reached out and pulled the handle of the brass wardrobe carved with roses.

    Then he blinked again in shock.

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

    The mirror is still beeping.

    Cyril looked at the gorgeous dresses in the wardrobe with a cold face.

    In all fairness, even a noble lady from a privileged background would only be amazed by these beautiful and gorgeous dresses.

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

    Cyril put on the cashmere slippers placed by the bed, opened the bedroom door, and walked straight out.

    Outside the door is a long, quiet corridor.

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

    The creepy thing is that the protagonist of the oil painting of this event is Cyril himself.

    There is an oil painting of him playing the piano attentively, in which the white fingers of the man flexibly fly over the keyboard.

    There is an oil painting of him savoring afternoon tea contentedly, and the exquisite little cakes jump up and down on the table.

    And he seemed to be a model for someone, lying on a long slum, winking in a certain direction...

    Cyril took a quick glance at the paintings, his breathing stopped for a moment, and an uncontrollable layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin.

    He stepped 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 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 cool-toned white-gray, and there was no sun at all, and there was no sunlight at all.

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

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

    The cold air licked Cyril's bare cheeks and neck with joy, and unscrupulously burrowed into his thin silk nightgown, making him shiver, and the blood of his limbs seemed to be frozen solidified in general.

    He couldn't get far in the snow at such a low temperature.

    The plan to escape the tower will definitely not work.

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

    One step away, entering is cold and freezing, retreating is warm like spring.

    Cyril stared out the door and took a deep breath.

    He closed the door and explored the tower.

    Lobby, reception room, study, guest bedroom, wine cellar, bathroom, kitchen…

    Cyril went through it carefully, and even searched behind the tapestries and oil paintings, but found no clues.

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

    However, it was useless. The bright and fiery fireball hit the wall and was instantly absorbed, leaving no trace on the wall.

    The wall stood upright, as if mocking his overreach.

    Really, **** it!

    Although I am very angry, I still have to eat.

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

    All Cyril likes to eat, and the temperature is just right.

    When he finished eating and put down his knife and fork, the table was automatically cleaned up with a sense of induction, and he was replaced with rich desserts and drinks.

    A whole day with no gains.

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

    Next day.

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

    There is someone by his side!

    A warm body was pressed against his back.

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

    Cyril froze.

    He moved slightly, trying to slip out of bed.

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

    At the same time, the man behind him whispered in a hoarse voice that was lazy in the morning and didn't seem to be fully awake: "Don't move."