"Cuckoo! Looks like—your new work has failed again! Dear Sir Brian."
An owl in the form of a gray fog gracefully rested on a gorgeous wooden frame, but the words that came out of its mouth were not polite.
The owl tilted its fluffy head, flapped its wings, and looked extra funny with its long aria.
"Shut up, idiot."
A low and hoarse male voice sounded.
This voice was very soft, barely audible in the huge laboratory, but it made the fierce-looking owl suddenly silence, quickly folded its wings, and was as cute as a quail.
This is a very spacious and gorgeous laboratory.
The ground is covered with immaculate luxury floor tiles, and the dazzling galaxy shines on the ceiling above, like a dream.
Various expensive and rare materials are scattered about in the laboratory.
Let's just say that the cabinet in the corner is worth thousands of Wu Jing's precious energy potions. Any wizard apprentice with red eyes will only take a breath of shock when he sees it.
However, in this laboratory, the most striking thing is the handsome man in the elegant wizard's robe.
[The seventh experiment failed. 】
The man leaned lazily on the soft couch, a slender and powerful hand holding a valuable fringed quill, and wrote these words on the flat parchment suspended in the air.
The beautifully scribbled squiggles on the parchment were intertwined, and from a distance looked like tiny, nimble, little black snakes.
"Huh. Damn alchemy."
Brian snorted lightly, his elegant male voice was cold and low, like a poisonous snake snaking past his ears, making his back sweat profusely.
There was a gloomy look on his handsome face.
seven times.
This is his greatest patience.
If he hadn't made a bet with the damn dark wizard cursed by Merlin, as a rare necromancer, he wouldn't have studied this remote and unpopular alchemy.
Although he does have good research potential - has a huge amount of witch crystals that can carry out a lot of money-burning experiments.
But now he doesn't need it either.
It is not enough to have a powerful magic that is beyond the reach of others.
Brian snapped his fingers slowly and gracefully, as if he was directing a banquet for the undead.
A cluster of beautiful and dazzling blue flames suddenly rose up and appeared out of thin air on the huge exquisite stone platform in the center of the laboratory.
There is no deviation, and it is as rigorous as taking a ruler to measure it carefully, without going over the edge of the stone platform.
No spells, no wands - that's easy for an overly powerful wizard.
The blue flame greedily licked the complex witch formation drawn on the surface of the stone platform with the precious Mous ink worth fifty witch crystals.
The color of the thick black ink gradually became lighter, and the flames swelled a lot as if they were sated, and the color changed from peacock blue to sapphire blue, which was richer and deeper.
Suddenly, the blue flame swaying cheerfully stagnated for a moment, and then continued to sway as if nothing had happened.
This tiny pause was fleeting.
Brian squinted his eyes slightly, but there was no other extra action.
The flames on the stone platform suddenly went out, silently, just like when they appeared.
"Cuckoo!"
The gray fog owl also noticed something, and one flapped its wings and flew to the man's shoulder.
"Maybe, you're going to have a companion, Zoe."
Brian casually joked and approached the stone platform calmly.
"Of course, if it's a little bit smarter than your brain."
The handsome wizard thought of something and tutted lightly.
The luxurious wizard's robe made a breeze as he walked.
"Gugu! Companion? Can I eat? Is it delicious?"
Zooey the owl tilted her head, perhaps thinking of delicious food. At this moment, her originally fierce face showed a silly expression, and the shape of the edge of the gray fog also trembled slightly.
Brian glanced at Zooey the owl on his shoulder with disgust, and then moved his gaze to the stone platform with faint traces of Mous' ink.
He ignored the product of the first failed experiment, an owl whose shape was unstable and whose brain was full of food.
However, for the sake of his first experiment, in order to compare with the later experimental products, he still kept the damn owl.
Unexpectedly, the self-proclaimed great wizard never imagined that the products of his later alchemy experiments would be worse than once.
A flamingo with a missing foot; a unicorn with two horns on its head; and a mutated frog that only makes an annoying "cluck cluck" sound...
Their final destination was melted in a bottle of bone erosion potion worth 250 Wu Jing.
Thinking of this unpleasant thing that was beyond his control, Brian's face darkened and his eyes darkened.
He curled his fingers and tapped the surface of the stone platform lightly, and the Mous ink, which was about to dissipate, was suddenly activated, gathered into a ball, and dispersed in the next instant, forming a map as dense as a spider web.
If a well-informed wizard sees it, he will find that this is a map of the entire wizarding plane.
At the edge of the dense map, a black dot flashed desperately.
"The foggy moon forest in Atlantis..."
Brian was thoughtful, he tapped the flickering black spot with his fingertips, and the industrious little black spot disappeared quietly as if he had completed his mission.
Even the map composed of ink blots starting from the black dots is gradually disappearing.
"Cuckoo! Atlantis! It sounds far away!"
Zooey couldn't help but said again, "Lord Brian, are you going to travel far?"
Going far away
Sounds good too.
There's no point in staying in the wizard's tower all the time, the stupid and timid wizard apprentices in the academy can't stand the toss at all.
Despite this thought, the handsome face of the young wizard's tower owner showed a bit of childish wicked pleasure after a successful prank.
Maybe you can find some fun in Atlantis, Brian thought inwardly, the corners of his mouth cocked slightly.
He strode into the inner room, and when he came out again, he looked different.
The slim and decent luxurious suit outlines his sturdy figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the sculptural perfect lines are eye-catching.
The supple platinum-blond hair lay lazily on his shoulders, and the pair of dark blue peach blossom eyes on his handsome face were deep and charming, like the blue sea waves in the sun.
The monocle on his right eye added a gentle and mysterious temperament to him.
Who has seen a handsome and elegant gentleman who is disrespectful
"Tell Christina that Chief Scott is on a trip."
Brian glanced at Zooey the Owl flutteringly, he rubbed the thin silver chain of the monocle, and said to himself, "Maybe I can bring back some fresh lambs to the academy by the way."
"Cuckoo! Zoe is going to tell Wizard Christina that Sir Brian is going to a long trip to recruit students to the academy as Scott's chief wizard apprentice."
While Zooey kept repeating these words, Gray Mist's small body flew straight to the floor under her feet.
Immediately afterwards, it slammed into the floor heavily, and the gray fog body bounced upwards like jelly.
But Zooey was very discerning and flew towards the gorgeous floor again before Brian frowned.
This time, it successfully passed through, so close to not hearing the cold snort of the young great wizard.
Brian, no, now it should be said to be a young and promising chief wizard apprentice named Claude Scott, glanced at the scene downstairs through the monocle, and then disappeared in place.
***
Atlantis continent.
A border town called Cotswood is adjacent to the "famous" Smoky Moon Forest.
The reason why it is said to be "famous" is that the foggy moon forest has contributed many terrifying bedtime stories to the children of Atlantis.
Of course, ordinary people would not blindly step into this legendary dangerous forest. However, for the passionate adventurers, the foggy moon forest, which is full of claws and claws in the poems sung by the bards, is their holy place.
The foggy moon forest under the bright moonlight is shrouded in a mysterious color.
A corner of the foggy forest.
A tall 15- or 16-year-old boy lay quietly on the ground, as if asleep.
The tall trees around cast dark shadows on the overgrown ground, ghastly like a ghost.
Beside the boy was a well-made crossbow arrow. Under the tree not far away, there was a poor gray rabbit who had been pierced by an arrow and died not long ago.
If you look closer, you will find that there is a small dark green snake on the pale face of the young man.
From time to time, the little snake with thick thumb stretched out its flexible snake letter and gently licked the boy's cheek.
Under the boy's left eye, there was an extremely thin hole, and bright red blood was oozing out one after another.
As soon as the small pearl-like blood beads appeared, they were immediately licked clean by the little snake.
Until the sky turns white, the morning sun rises, and the clear golden light pierces the bleak twilight.
There was no more blood under the boy's left eye, but slowly condensed into a delicate tear mole, adorning the corner of his eye.
The existence of this tear mole seemed like the finishing touch, giving his pale cheeks a hint of melancholy and mysterious aura, and even the delicate facial features that were too thin and covered up by the gloomy temperament suddenly became vivid.
As if feeling the temperature of the sun, the boy's hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and the thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.
The little snake glanced at the boy alertly, and then slowly crawled into the pocket of the boy's chest.
When Cyril woke up, his brain was going to burst with pain, as if someone was hammering something into his mind with a heavy hammer one after another.
There were people chattering, like a heated quarrel, or like a swarm of bees humming incessantly.
It was like a terrifying scream of panic and despair came from a very distant place through a thick layer of fog.
Inexplicably, he was a little worried.
After waiting for a while, Cyril finally recovered from the uncomfortable dizziness, and found that his limbs were stiff, and even the blood seemed to be stagnant.
He vaguely remembered that he had just finished reviewing the complete works of "Harry Potter", and was put over by the system as if he were going to the market.
Cyril slowly sat up, rubbed his sore arm, and slowly looked around.
The surrounding ancient trees are towering, and the luxuriant trees are recklessly showing their exuberant vitality.
The sunlight leaked to the ground through the gaps between the branches and leaves, putting a warm color on this wild-looking forest.
"Is this—the Forbidden Forest?".
Cyril stood up and looked around carefully.
This Forbidden Forest seems to be different from the description in the book, and it is also different from what he imagined, he murmured in a low voice.
and many more! This is not right!
Cyril shook his head.
Why was it thrown directly into the forbidden forest? ?
He clearly remembers how many dangerous and magical creatures there are in the Forbidden Forest, and even the official wizards can't deal with them in the novel!
Cyril's heart suddenly lifted.
He bent over to pick up the crossbow arrow that fell on the ground and held it in his hand, while thinking in his heart, this identity should be a young hunter
But how could there be hunters in the Forbidden Forest
Which hunter who is not afraid of death wants to go hunting in the forbidden forest
Cyril looked down at his clothes.
He was wearing a pair of grey linen trousers, and over his feet were ragged, ill-fitting leather shoes, which were made of coarse leather and tied tightly around his legs with muslin.
The shoes were at least three sizes too large, Cyril muttered helplessly.
He also wore a wide short-sleeved jacket on his upper body, and the sackcloth shirt under the jacket looked heavy and dirty, stained with mud, weeds, and even dark bloodstains that had dried up, and the original color could not be seen at all.
He also wore an old pair of heavy protective gear on his arms.
Suddenly, something swayed in the jacket pocket on his chest. He subconsciously reached out to take it out, and felt something icy softly licking his warm fingers.
This cold and smooth touch made him involuntarily think of a not-so-friendly creature.
Cyril's face froze, and the hand in his pocket trembled slightly.
The author has something to say:
"Forbidden Forest" is a place name that appears in "Harry Potter", and it is good to understand it as "dangerous forest"!