After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    "The two new students who entered the core of the secret realm disappeared? Did they touch the protection mechanism of the bracelet and quit the grading trial?"

    The fat wizard who had been watching the progress of the little black spots on the map suddenly said.

    There was a hint of doubt and a hint of regret in his voice, "It's a pity, I didn't successfully pass the last level."

     "But to be able to enter the core of the secret realm within two hours, the mental power and magic power are quite good, so I should be able to get an A rank."

    The little-eyed wizard of the Wizarding League pushed his glasses and commented rationally: "The quality of this new class seems to be quite good."

    He slightly raised his head and looked at the map projected by the crystal ball.

    At this time, many small black dots have successfully entered the second and third circles in the circle.

    The first lap of Mirage and the Circle will close in 10 minutes.

    For those freshmen who have not yet successfully entered the second circle of the secret realm, they still have 24 hours left in the secret realm to save their own D-level and E-level fates.

    "Excuse me, but this is Rudolph."

    The crystal ball in the center of the round table suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light.

    Then, a serious male voice came over and clearly fell into the ears of everyone present.

    "Got it, Rudolph. There should be two freshmen, right? Cyril Lawrence and Robert Pearson, right? How? What happened?"

    The little-eyed wizard asked a long list of questions.

    "Stop, Walkley! That's what I'm about to say now, things are a little trickier. We've just finished soothing Robert Pearson and extracted the lad's Memory, I found the traces of the abyss in the core of the secret realm, and now I don't know whether the real abyss is testing, or someone deliberately pretended..."

    Rudolph's tone was a little heavy when he mentioned the word "abyss".

    When the wizards here heard the "Abyss", their expressions sank, and there was an uproar.

    The little-eyed wizard named Walkley even stood up from his seat in surprise, not even caring that the glasses on his nose slipped due to his sudden movement.

    "We have reported to the upper level of the Wizarding Union, and sent observer Luke to the core of the secret realm to check to prevent the new students who enter the core of the secret realm from being polluted by the abyss. As we all know, the wizarding league has always established Observation office, watch out for the return of the abyss."

    Rudolph frowned, paused, and continued.

    "Now we're going to wait for the other freshman to wake up and ask him about the situation. Another freshman, Cyril Lawrence, is being treated due to his depletion of magic power after being teleported over..."

    The "Abyss" that had just caused everyone's complexion to change did not succeed in causing his mood swings.

    There was a chill in the icy black eyes of the Great Necromancer, and even his golden pupils shone with an inhuman, cold luster.

    The smoky haze around him seemed to intensify.

    "Excuse me."

    Brian left an indifferent and alienated male voice, and the space around him distorted and disappeared in place.

    The fat wizard was worried and a little surprised.

    "Sorry, but I should also visit our future students."

    A wizard in a black robe also spoke.

    He is the dean of the Black Swamp Wizarding Academy. Seeing Brian's actions, he also intends to take care of Robert.

    If it weren't for the interference of this "abyss", they may have performed even better.

    Thinking of the abyss, everyone's face became solemn, the impact of the previous fierce battle has not gone away.

    It is even said that after the war, various wizarding colleges began to strictly train wizard apprentices...

    The destination for the new students to teleport from the secret realm is in the hall of this manor.

    At this time, several wizards from the Wizarding League were surrounding Cyril and Robert.

    Robert has been poured down a bottle of medium soothing potion. At this time, his frightened mood has calmed down a lot, and he is looking at Cyril lying on the side worriedly.

    Because of the depletion of magic power, rushing to wake up Cyril will easily leave him with a headache, and the healer of the Wizarding Union is singing a gentle and soothing healing technique.

    Rudolph and others, who were in charge of receiving the freshmen who came out of the secret realm, stood aside. They had just finished collecting body data for Robert, and were summarizing various information to give him a suitable rating .

    Suddenly, everyone in this hall felt a silent pressure, and the therapist almost missed the next spell.

    Fortunately, as an experienced therapist, he has seen strong winds and waves. He restrained himself from looking at the place where the sense of presence was overwhelming, and tried his best to remain calm and continue to sing the spell.

     And everyone else looked at the man who suddenly appeared.

    Under the bright lights in the hall, the visitor has an unforgettable handsome face, and his aura is even more terrifying.

    When the therapist finished reciting the incantation with that imposing gaze, he only felt cold all over, so he hurriedly stepped aside and put a warmth spell on himself.

    Brian walked over to Cyril and looked at him condescendingly.

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    The black curly hair half fell on the shoulders, the hair was messy, and the clothes were wrinkled.

    Brian's gaze swept Cyril inch by inch from start to finish.

    His eyes slid lightly over the rose necklace he personally put on Cyril's neck, and paused for a few seconds.

    Brian moved his lips imperceptibly.

    A soothing breeze took away all the messy dust from Cyril's body, and even the corners of his clothes were wiped neatly and neatly for him.

    Seeing that the little rose has returned to a clean and soft appearance, Brian's expression changed slightly.

    Then he reached out his hand, clasped Cyril's chin lightly, and fed him a small white pill.

    Brian's cool fingers brushed Cyril's soft lips and carelessly twisted it.

    The pharmacist who was standing by the side took a deep breath when he saw this scene.

    Good guy, he read it right! That small white pill is indeed a precious recovery pill worth 1,000 Wu Jing, right?

    Most of the potions on the market are in liquid form, because for most wizards who practice magic potions, liquid potions are the best ones to learn to master and configure.

    As for making a more concentrated pill, it has to be further condensed and purified, and more precise and difficult operations are required to ensure that the efficacy of the medicine will not be destroyed in the process.

    So in the wizarding continent, the price of pills is much more expensive than that of potions.

    The pharmacist recalled the treasure recovery pill he had just seen, and was a little distressed - this is an ordinary case of depleting the magic power after taking the moonlight fruit by mistake, and it was actually used by a bull's knife. Treasure Recovery Pills!

    Rich people are really... rich!

    I wonder which wizarding college professor this is?

    He missed such a wizarding academy that cared about the next generation!

    Recalling the poor life of earning witch crystals and doing experiments in the wizarding college, the pharmacist just wanted to shed a tear.

    Wait!

    Didn't I already treat this new student?

    The other party does not believe in their own treatment technology? !

    When the pharmacist sighed in his heart, Cyril, who had eaten the treasure recovery pill, had already woken up.

    I have to say, you get what you pay for, and the effect of this 1000 Wu Jing is immediate.

    Cyril just woke up and felt that he was no longer tired and weak, but filled with a warm and comfortable feeling, like taking a comfortable hot bath in winter.

    Is this out of the secret realm?

    Cyril raised his head and met Brian's handsome face who was close at hand.

    In front of him is a strange wizard, with a cold and handsome face, moon-white silky silver hair, black-gold alien eyes, and a terrifying air pressure around him.

    Even though the two had never met before, Cyril sensed an inexplicable sense of familiarity and an extremely deadly danger warning.

    He clenched the hand beside him suddenly, his body stiffened.

    The therapist saw that Cyril had woken up, and said with great relief: "Hey, you are awake! You must know that your professor just fed you a precious recovery pill worth 1000 Wu Jing. Are you moved? Are you happy?"

    There was a hint of envy in the therapist's tone.

    I dare not move, I dare not move.

    Cyril stiffened even more after hearing his words.

    His big almond eyes blinked, and the slender eyelashes twitched slightly.

    Happy hammer, I feel that the dean will ask him for money in the next second.

    Cyril's intuition proved to be good.

    Brian saw that Cyril had woken up, and said slowly: "Introduction, I am your future mentor, the dean of Snowberg Wizarding Academy, Brian."

    Cyril nodded and called politely, "Hello, Dean Brian."

    He gave Brian a well-behaved smile.

    Then I heard the other party continue: "These 1000 witch crystals will be repaid slowly after you arrive at the academy. Of course, if you want to go to other wizarding academies..."

      Pay it back to me."

    Cyrillic: ? ? ?

    Paying huge sums of money before enrolling?

    This dog thing in life is really a little surprise everywhere.

    The head of the Black Swamp Wizarding Academy glanced at Brian and raised his eyebrows.

    I didn't expect this guy to show such an approachable side in front of the wizard apprentice.

    Merlin's robe! Is he still joking?

    "I think we should focus on the 'Abyss' first."

    Rudolph coughed and cleared his throat, interrupting Cyril's grief inexplicably.

    The wizard in charge of the rating was a little blunt: "I think, Mr. Lawrence, in order to find out what happened in the secret realm, I have to ask you to contribute your memory."

    "This will also help with your wizarding apprenticeship grading."

    He paused, realizing that his tone seemed to be so malicious, and added dryly.

    Cyril's eyes quickly slid a trace of clarity.

    It seems that he guessed right before, that strange black fog is indeed not the original challenge item in the wizard apprentice grading trial.

    "I will."

    Brian's voice was soft, but with an irrefutable force.

    Rudolph did not object, quietly watched the other party take out his crystal ball, and then without using his wand, he effortlessly pulled out the freshman's memory lightly , put it in the crystal ball.

    He couldn't help but marvel in his heart. Sure enough, no matter how many terrifying legends of the other party he had heard, he had never been shocked by the power of the real person.

    After all, Rudolph remembered that the dean of the Snowberg Wizarding Academy had not been to the site of the grading trial in person for many years.

    He is relatively familiar with Christina, the vice president of Snowberg Wizarding Academy.

    Cyril felt that the memory was drawn out was very strange, as if he suddenly entered a cinema and started watching a movie, and the content of the movie was his own memory.

    He, as a bystander, saw the movie start when he and Robert came to the Moonlight Tree and end when he passed out.

    When the movie ended, his mind suddenly came to his senses.

    I saw a small bubble melt into the crystal ball, and then burst open inside the crystal ball.

    Innumerable tiny bubbles and splashes formed in the crystal ball, and then when it calmed down again, it began to project Cyril's memory - exactly what happened to them in front of the moonlight tree.

    Seeing this memory, Rudolph's expression became more serious.

    He already has a bad premonition in his heart, and the abyss is afraid that he can't hold back again.

     "Dean Brian, I have to hand over this memory copy to the Wizarding League, please forgive me."

    Rudolph touched his nose and took a deep breath.

    Brian glanced at Cyril lightly.

    Cyril froze for a moment, then realized that the other party was asking for his consent, he nodded hurriedly.

    Then he saw that his dean, after Rudolph took out the crystal ball, simply passed the memory to the other party.

    The inside of the crystal ball fluctuated again, a small bubble appeared, and then floated out and entered Rudolph's crystal ball.

    "A very advanced wandless and silent spell! Perfect!"

    Rudolph watched the process and couldn't help but exclaim.

    He admires it sincerely.

    You should know that although the copying spell is one of the 108 must-have common spells, the larger, more numerous and more difficult things require more copying spells , For example, memory, re-engraving memory is really not an easy thing.

    Cyril was in a mixed mood.

    The stronger the mentor, the happier he should be.

    But when Cyril looked at this Dean Brian before, he always felt that there was a shocking emotion in the other's deep eyes.

    And that kind of strange familiarity that seemed to make him a little overwhelmed.

    [System, check Dean Brian's body data! ]

    Cyril glanced at Brian quietly, and quickly said to the system.