After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    Go ahead and challenge excellence!

    Nicholas Cavendish just wants to leave this sad place right now.

    He was about to walk to the sidelines, but found Cyril chasing after him.

    Nicholas Cavendish's mouth pursed into a straight line.

    He tried 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 glared at Cyril from the bottom of his heart at a glance.

    Cyril spread his hands, blinked his eyes, and looked sincere without being pretentious.

    His beautiful black and white almond eyes revealed three points of innocence, three points of friendliness and four points of anticipation.

    Nicholas Cavendish was stunned for a moment.

     Looking forward? What to expect?

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

    Nicholas Cavendish expressionlessly pulled out a delicate brass card.

    He gritted his teeth and said: "This is a Black Rose Chamber of Commerce quota card with a face value of 500 witch crystals, which is universal in the wizarding continent!"

    Cyril's eyes brightened, and he took this brass card with joy.

    He looked at the angry look on the opposite client's face, "Don't suffer me", hesitated for a moment, but comforted him kindly: "There are so many fields of knowledge in the wizarding world, youth is capital! Wizard, don't narrow the road."

    Cyril, who has a certain magical knowledge reserve, 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 other party can also do well, compared to his excellent talent in magic pharmacy, summoning and offensive spells may not be Cavendish's future promotion to wizards the optimal direction.

    Nicholas Cavendish, who was just about to turn and leave, snorted coldly from his nose, "It's up to you." Then he turned his head and left.

    Cyril just kindly gave him a small suggestion. As for what Nicholas Cavendish would do, of course he would not interfere.

    Cyril, who was credited with 500 Wu Jing at once, was satisfied and happy.

    He made his hands into a trumpet shape, put it on his mouth and called to Nicholas Cavendish's back: "Welcome to fight with me next time! Give you a discount!"

    I don't know if it's an illusion, Cyril felt that Nicholas Cavendish's pace of leaving has sped up a lot, and his back looks a little vicissitudes.

    Because the news of this game was spread by the crowd, the wizard apprentices of Snowberg Wizarding Academy knew that Cyril Lawrence, an S-class wizard apprentice, had mastered the Less undead magic.

    Of course, under the tacit publicity of Cyril, the price of the game of the old man has also attracted attention.

    Indeed, a few wealthy Wujing bigwigs also came over and made an appointment for a match with Cyril in the arena.

    He also successfully paid off his debts, and also reserved Wu Jing in advance for future paid courses.

    There are 1020 witch crystals in Cyril's small vault now.

    Summer's footsteps approached without knowing it.

    The frequency of staying up late for apprentice wizards also peaked during this period.

    For no other reason than the final exam is coming soon.

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

    What makes the apprentices even more desperate is that the professors of other courses are not so good at speaking, and the scope of review is simply a sea of ​​stars.

    "All the spells I showed in class that you should master by now are likely to pass."

    Charms professor Robin Antonio gave a wicked smile, telling the apprentice wizard, who was on the verge of collapse, to pull the moustache off his mouth.

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

    After all, the last wizard apprentice who tried to use a partial curse to make the magic spell professor fall ill heard that he was still in charge of cleaning up the health system of the college, which is the kind of cleaning that is not allowed to use magic...

    Cyril was shocked when he heard it.

    "I have to say, you guys are the worst class I've ever had."

    Potions professor Selena Pousons rudely waved her papers at the wizard apprentices.

    Then, she waved her wand lightly.

    This stack of parchment flew in front of the wizard apprentices like small cannonballs. I don’t know if it was intentional or unintentional. The parchment rolled into a round stick. , went straight to the bridge of their nose and cheeks, and patted them several times.

    "Oops!"

    A wizard apprentice covered his cheek in pain.

    "Stop! I was wrong! I'll write better next time!"

    The parchment slapped his face a few times before it fell on the table as if taking a rest.

    It is full of dominance even when lying on the table.

    On this piece of parchment, a large "E" was written in bright red ink like blood. This was the worst grade in the class.

    The scarlet ink was so dark that it seemed to rip through the parchment.

    The edge of the parchment rolled up, looking like she wanted to continue looking for a chance to slap the wizard apprentice again in the face.

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

    Oh, it's not because the review stage is too heavy and time is too short!

    He was dazed by the review at that time, until he realized that the deadline for the potions class homework was just an hour later, and then he hurriedly put together something and handed it in.

    The client will regret it! Very sorry!

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

    A slender "A" was written on the parchment. According to the light strokes of red ink, it could be seen that the paper was probably satisfactory to the professor.

    Cyril sighed in relief.

    He wouldn't dare to fool this strict witch who pursues details easily!

    At this time, the glamorous young witch was looking around the wizard apprentices in the classroom with hateful eyes.

    Her algae-like dark green curls swayed in the back of her head, each strand of hair expressing anger brightly.

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

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

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

    Professor Christina Blake reminded everyone that if you fail the final exam, you will need to pay 1000 Wu Jing to retake the failed course after the summer vacation starts.

    "Again, I still don't recommend cheating."

    The handsome short-haired witch glanced meaningfully at the wizard apprentices and explained: "Unless you can be perfectly hidden under the supervision of the professors, so that they will not find out. Otherwise , you know, at your own risk."

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

    However, if these sleepless wizard apprentices forget to use the "cleansing spell" on themselves that will make the skin all over the body, they will be destroyed by the skeleton for destroying the environment of the library. Get out.

    Snowberg Wizarding Academy is filled with a strong learning atmosphere.

    Wizard apprentices greet each other by asking, "How is your review?"

    "Sucks! Merlin's stinky socks! Why take a theory class!"

    Another wizard apprentice with large dark circles on his face replied desperately.

    Yes.

    Snobbery's final exams are usually (with the exception of History of Magic) divided into theoretical and practical exams.

    So, wizard apprentices not only need to memorize knowledge points, but also need to use them smoothly in practice exams.

    "Hold on, I can."

    Paris Grauer took a deep breath.

    He looked at the blood lizard eggs in his protective gloves and carefully added them to the cauldron.

    Cyril's notes said that the blood lizard eggs should be stirred immediately after being placed.

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

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

    Paris Grauer recalled for a moment, took another look at Cyril's notes to confirm, and then pressed a screw button on the right side of the brass cauldron.

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

    After the blood-red liquid in the crucible came into contact with these black powders, it immediately turned into a purple-red viscous liquid.

    "Looks like it worked..."

    Paris Greer 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 drop a treated tentacled slug into the cauldron.

      How did you do it? You can't go wrong even one step!"

    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 boil it When reminding yourself to avoid it, I recommend you read the one in the library…”

    As he spoke, he rubbed the protective glasses over his head, and the protective glasses messed up his black and supple hair, and a cute dull hair was curled up.

    After Cyril said Datong's suggestion, he saw Paris staring at the top of his head, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to press the upturned hair.

    At this time, Cyril and his friends are reviewing the potions class in the potions laboratory of the academy.

    Fortunately, they can also enjoy the last privileges of the freshmen, and they do not need to spend Wu Jing to enter this potion laboratory.

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

    Everyone looked up at him.

    Addison Morgan explained calmly: "Don't you all know? The attitude of professors will undergo a 180-degree change in the paid courses of the new school year. In short, That is - love to learn or not to learn."

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

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

    Warren was taken aback.

    "No exams needed! That's great! Can't wait to start early next semester!"

    Paris Geller raised his arms and shouted.

    "The only thing you worry about is how to earn Wu Jing."

    Addison Morgan's glasses reflected an eerie light.

      Crystal. Moreover, the courses in the next semester are all courses that burn Wu Jing, such as alchemy, summoning, puppet art, etc. The raw materials of these courses must be prepared by ourselves, and the cost will probably be several times the 1000 Wu Jing. ."

    Cyril's smile faded away.

    Good guy, in this way, the 1020 Wu Jing he has worked so hard to save is not worth it at all!

    The feeling of poverty has increased!

    Addison Morgan glanced at the sluggish 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 team up to go to the secret realm."