After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    Brian saw that Cyril's cheeks were a little red for some reason, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a smile on his handsome face, which was quite intriguing.

    The thin silver chain of the rose necklace gently covered this delicate neck, as if to announce that the owner of the necklace was marked with some kind of mark.

    Brian paused, feeling a little itchy in his hand.

    His slender fingers lightly moussed, and Cyril was suddenly covered with a black robe.

    At first glance, this robe seems to be exactly the same as the plain black robe issued by the Wizarding League just taken by his classmates.

    If you look carefully, you can see that there are shadowy silver dark lines on the inside of the wide sleeves of this black robe.

    But because it is too low-key and obscure, people can't help but feel that there is an illusion at the moment of blinking.

    Cyril was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the school uniform.

    But when he came back to his senses, he found that one of his school-opening gift bags had finally returned, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

    Cyril reached out and touched the light black robe on his body, the texture was unexpectedly silky and supple.

    "Thank you, Mr. Scott!"

    He thanked him politely.

    "Look in your pocket."

    Brian nodded slightly and said lightly.

    Cyril blinked.

    He reached into the outer pocket of his black robe, and his fingertips touched a cool, smooth sphere.

    He had a guess in his heart, put his fingers together, and took it out.

    As expected, it is a crystal ball the size of a palm, crystal clear, and looks very cute.

    Cyril once again glanced at the inconspicuous pocket on the black robe, but he didn't expect it to be a stretch bag!

    "As for the specific usage of this crystal ball, your professors will tell you later in class."

    Brian glanced at Cyril, who was very curious about new things, and said lazily.

    Cyril obediently put the crystal ball back into his pocket.

    The palm-sized crystal ball sank gently into the pocket of the robe, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

    The pockets are still neat and don't appear to contain anything.

    Probably because some courses just ended at this time.

    When Cyril looked up, he found that many senior wizard apprentices came out of the arches on the four sides of the hall.

    Only, seeing the faces of these seniors, Cyril's eyelids jumped and his expression froze.

    Why everyone looks haggard and haggard?

    Look at this all-night hangover!

    Brian followed Cyril's line of sight and saw a few incompetent B-level apprentices of wizards. At a glance, he knew that the other party was in a trance listening to heavenly books in class.

    A soft tut escaped from his lips.

    "Come on, I'll show you around the college."

    Brian was a little dissatisfied that these guys attracted too much attention from Cyril, and his gentle and elegant voice had a hint of irrefutable meaning.

    Cyril was keenly aware that Mr. Scott's mood seemed to be gloomy for a moment.

    He was a little confused and had some subtle worries in his heart.

    The other party's uncertain personality... It's really hurting the body.

    But Cyril's attention was quickly drawn to other things in the tower.

    He followed Mr. Scott into the arch on one side of the hall, and came to a quaint and wide corridor.

    On one side of the promenade was an ivory white marble staircase with handrails. Cyril saw the backs of several wizard apprentices on the stairs.

    On the other side of the promenade there is a brass fixture that resembles an elevator.

    In front of the wall of the promenade, there is a circle with a diameter of one meter every few meters.

    Bright green flames blaze around the edges of the circle, and there appear to be runes looming within the circle.

    "There are three ways to go to any destination in the academy, as you see at the end of the corridor is the most common and safest staircase."

    Bryan introduced casually.

    Seeing Cyril widen his round almond eyes, the end of his eyes droops slightly, the whole person looks very soft and well-behaved.

    There was a faint smile in his voice.

    Brian raised his chin slightly towards the circle of green flames again, the perfect jawline was eye-catching.

    "This is a teleportation array."

    He said softly:

    "Stand inside and say the name of the corresponding place correctly."

    At this moment, a wizard apprentice walked into a teleportation array with hurried steps.

    This man also looked pale and had not enough sleep, and his black wizard robe was a little wrinkled.

    A thick book with a cover that looks like some kind of bioleather is tucked under his arm.

    "Library!"

    The wizard apprentice shouted while standing in the teleportation array.

    I saw the bright green flames suddenly rush high, as if they were swallowing the wizard apprentices in the circle at once.

    It is precisely because the flames covered the pale cheeks of the wizard apprentice, Cyril did not see the pupils shrinking for a moment when the other party caught sight of Mr. Scott.

    Such a living person was suddenly sent away.

    This is amazing!

    Cyril was amazed by this.

    [These teleportation arrays are really good! This involves a lot of esoteric knowledge of witch formations and space magic spells. If the area of ​​the teleportation array is larger, it will be easier to arrange. It is precisely because the area of ​​each teleportation array is controlled to only accommodate two or three people, which is not easy. Not to mention that so many teleportation arrays are arranged in a row, which also increases the difficulty of arranging them without interfering with each other. ] The system also sighed with emotion.

     Cyril's expression became even more admirable after hearing this.

    The one who set up these teleportation arrays must be the most powerful wizard in the academy! Maybe it's his mentor, Dean Brian!

    However, Cyril noticed the word "safe" in Mr. Scott's words just now, and he couldn't help asking aloud: "What happens if the name of the place is wrong? Libraries' said to be 'picture museums'?"

    Brian saw Cyril react quickly, smiled slightly, and said, "That's not certain, maybe it will be sent to the college's garbage dump."

    Cyril saw Mr. Scott put his hand on his chin, as if recalling the past, quietly waiting for the other party's next words.

    Only saw a faint light reflected from the handsome Mr. Wizard's monocle, he slowly opened his mouth and said: "I heard that there was a wizard apprentice who reported the wrong name before and didn't eat it for two months. Anything, I drank the nutritional medicine for two months."

    Cyril took a deep breath.

    He secretly wrote it down in his mind, and when he used the teleportation array later, he had to be clear and report the correct name.

    "This is a lift."

    Brian walked slowly to the elevator on the other side of the corridor.

    "Each lift has its own running track and running habits, and will not be heavy with other lifts. They communicate almost the entire wizard tower."

    After saying that, Brian slightly hooked his lips, and his eyebrows were slightly narrow.

    "Come on, let's try this lift first."

    He made a final decision, reached out and pressed the brass button in front of the elevator.

    Cyril watched the door of the elevator slowly open, and followed Mr. Scott into the elevator.

    Inside is a space of about two square meters, and some high and low handrails hang from the ceiling of the elevator.

    Cyril saw Mr. Scott tap a brass button marked "The Dean's Office".

    In the elevator, there was a smooth and smooth sound of a machine - "Permission passed, destination: Dean's Office."

    Cyril looked back and found that Mr. Scott was very close to him.

    The other party stretched out his hand to wrap his waist, and the warm breath seemed to be in his ear.

    "It's time to start. Hurry up."

    Brian whispered in Cyril's ear, with a sly leisurely voice in his magnetic voice.

    Cyril felt something soft rubbing against his sensitive earlobe, numbness and itchiness brushed past him, and a cluster of electric current suddenly jumped up from his tail.

    Is it! Mr. Scott's lips touched his ear? !

    This is unintentional? Unintentionally?

     Cyril's heart skipped a beat.

    He trembled involuntarily, and a burst of warmth spread along the red earlobe.

    In an instant, Cyril seemed to see the green prairie above Dean Brian's head, very much like the grass on his grave in the future.

    He thumped in his heart, and was thinking of getting away from Mr. Scott, but before Cyril could move, the elevator suddenly started.

    With an unstoppable momentum, there is only a lift, but there is a heart that wants to be a roller coaster.

    This speed! This turn!

    Cyril shivered and threw himself in Mr. Scott's arms uncontrollably, feeling the whizzing wind around him.

    Dean Brian, I really didn't mean to!

    Cyril just tried to stand up by himself, when the elevator suddenly came to a 90-degree bend, and he fell back into Mr. Scott's arms again.

    Brian held Cyril in a relaxed manner, as if the crazy operation of the elevator had no effect on him.

    He felt the slender waist in his arms, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

    He calmly pressed the little rose's waist when Cyril wanted to get up. Then, the elevator continued to accelerate, and the effect of the roller coaster was full of ups and downs. It was quite magical. .

    After the elevator completely stopped, Cyril immediately got out of Mr. Scott's arms.

    Unexpectedly, the lift was full of stamina, and the entire ladder suddenly shook slightly, and Cyril almost fell directly to the ground.

    Brian grabbed Cyril's wrist with ease and pulled him into his arms.

    The door of the elevator slowly opened again, and Cyril hurriedly walked out, as if there was a flood of beasts inside.

    Brian looked at his back, the tip of his tongue touched his upper jaw lightly, and he let out a pleasant low laugh.

    Cyril's heart was pounding, and there was an inexplicable guilty conscience.

    He reached out his hand to cover his face, and sighed sadly.

    Although Dean Brian is a man with a big heart, but he hugs and hugs Dean's wife at the door of the Dean's office...

    I feel that the consequences are much more serious than saying the wrong place in the teleportation array.

    The author has something to say: Brian: Am I green myself?