"The two new students who entered the core of the secret realm disappeared? Did they exit the grading trial after touching the protection mechanism of the bracelet?"
The fat wizard who had been watching the progress of the little black dots on the map suddenly spoke up.
There was a hint of doubt and a hint of regret in his voice, "It's a pity that I didn't successfully pass the last level."
"However, if you can enter the core of the secret realm within two hours, your mental power and magic power are quite good, and you should be able to get an A rank."
The small-eyed wizard of the Wizarding League pushed his glasses and commented rationally: "The quality of this new class seems to be quite good."
He raised his head slightly and looked at the map projected by the crystal ball.
At this point, many small black dots have successfully entered the second and third circles in the circle.
And the first lap of Phantasm and Circle is about to 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 D-level and E-level fate.
"Excuse me, excuse me, 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 exactly what I'm going to say now, things are a little tricky. We've just finished soothing Robert Pearson, and with his consent, we extracted the young man's memory and discovered the abyss in the core of the secret realm. There are traces of haunting, it is not clear whether the real abyss is testing, or whether someone deliberately pretends..."
When Rudolph mentioned the word "abyss", his tone was a little heavy.
When all the wizards present heard "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 from 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 set up an observation office to be alert to 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..."
As soon as Rudolph finished speaking, Brian frowned slightly, his long and narrow brows suddenly filled with anger.
The "Abyss" that had just caused everyone's complexion to change had not succeeded in causing his mood swings.
There was a chill in the icy dark eyes of the great undead wizard, and even his golden pupils shone with an inhuman cold luster.
The smoke-grey mist 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 surprised at the same time.
Could it be that this freshman has more potential than the previous S-level wizard apprentice, and he has been approved by the dean of Snowberg Wizarding Academy so quickly!
"Sorry, I should also go see the future students of our college."
A wizard in a black robe also opened his mouth and said.
He is the dean of the Black Swamp Wizarding Academy. Seeing Brian's actions, he also intends to take care of Robert.
The rest of the wizards were not surprised by the departure of the two deans. After all, they were the first freshmen to emerge from the grading trial.
If it weren't for the interference of this "abyss", they might have performed even better.
Thinking of the abyss, everyone's faces became solemn, and the impact of the previous fierce battle had not gone away.
It is even said that after the war, various wizard academies really began to strictly train wizard apprentices...
The destination of the new students teleporting from the secret realm is in the hall of this manor.
At this time, several wizards from the Wizarding Union were surrounding Cyril and Robert.
Robert had already been poured down a bottle of medium-sized calming potion. At this time, his frightened mood had calmed down a lot, and he was looking at Cyril who was lying on the side worriedly.
Due to the exhaustion of magic power, rushing to wake up Cyril would easily leave him with a headache, and the healer of the Wizarding Union was 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 physical data for Robert, and were summarizing various information and giving 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 of the hall, the visitor has unforgettable handsome eyebrows, and his aura is even more terrifying.
When the therapist finished reciting the spell with difficulty under that imposing gaze, he only felt cold all over, so he hurriedly stepped aside and put a warming spell on himself.
Brian walked over to Cyril and looked at him condescendingly.
Cyril closed his eyes, revealing a small face with very white skin, and a faint crow blue under his eyes, looking very haggard.
The black curly hair half fell on his shoulders, his hair was messy, and his clothes were wrinkled. The whole person looked extremely frail and more lovable.
Brian's eyes scrutinized Cyril inch by inch from beginning to end.
His eyes slid lightly over the rose necklace he had put on Cyril's neck, and paused for a few seconds.
Compared to when he stabbed him in the neck with a knife in the fantasy world, now the little rose seems to have been ravaged by a violent storm, and the petals are all scattered.
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 clean and neat.
Seeing that the little rose had recovered to a clean and soft appearance, Brian's expression became slightly ecstatic.
Then he reached out, clasped Cyril's chin lightly, and fed him a small white pill.
Brian's cool fingertips brushed Cyril's soft lips and carelessly twitched them.
The pharmacist who was standing aside 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, which requires more precise and difficult operations to ensure that the efficacy of the medicine will not be destroyed in the process.
Therefore, 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 felt a little distressed - this is an ordinary case of depleting the magic power after taking the moonlight fruit by mistake, and the treasure recovery pill was used to kill a chicken with a knife!
Rich people are really... rich and powerful!
I don't know which wizarding college professor this is
He actually missed out on such a wizarding academy that cared about the next generation!
Thinking of his poor life when he was in the wizarding college, earning Wu Jing and doing experiments, the pharmacist almost wanted to shed a tear.
and many more!
Haven't I already treated this freshman
The other party does not believe in his own treatment technology? !
When the pharmacist sighed in his heart, Cyril, who had taken the treasure recovery pill, had already woken up.
I have to say that you get what you get for every penny, and the effect of this 1000 Wu Jing is immediate.
When Cyril just woke up, he 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.
Did you come out of the secret realm
Cyril raised his head and met Brian's handsome face who was close at hand.
In front of him was an unfamiliar wizard, with a cold and handsome face, moon-white silky silver hair, black-gold estranged 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 suddenly clenched the hand by his side, and his body froze.
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 1,000 Wu Jing! Are you moved? Are you not happy? ?"
There was a hint of envy in the therapist's tone.
dare not move, dare not move.
Cyril's body stiffened even more after hearing his words.
His big almond eyes blinked, and the slender eyelashes twitched slightly.
I was so happy, I felt that the dean was going to ask him for money in the next second.
As it turns out, Cyril's intuition is pretty good.
Seeing that Cyril had woken up, Brian 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 to say: "The 1000 Wu Jing will be repaid slowly after you arrive at the academy. Of course, if you want to go to other wizard academies..."
Brian's black-gold eyes filled with a shallow smile, and he said in a playful tone: "Please. It's just that the 1,000 Wu Jing has to be repaid to me now."
Cyrillic:? ?
Haven't got a huge sum of money yet
Living this dog thing is really a little surprise everywhere.
The dean of the Black Swamp Wizarding Academy, who arrived on the back foot, 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' thing first."
Rudolph coughed and cleared his throat, interrupting Cyril's grief inexplicably.
The wizard in charge of the rating was a bit blunt: "I think, Mr. Lawrence, in order to find out what happened in the secret realm, you have to contribute your memory."
"It will also help with your wizarding apprentice grading."
He paused, realizing that his tone seemed to be so malicious, and added dryly.
Cyril's eyes quickly slid a trace of understanding.
It seems that what he guessed before is correct, that strange black fog is indeed not the original challenge item in the wizard apprentice grading trial.
"I come."
Brian's voice was very soft, but it had an irrefutable force.
Rudolph did not object, quietly watched the other party take out his crystal ball, and without using his wand after that, he effortlessly pulled out the freshman's memory and placed it in the crystal ball.
He couldn't help but marvel in his heart. Sure enough, no matter how many horror 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 personally been to the grading trial 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 wonderful, as if he suddenly entered a cinema and started watching a movie, and the content of the movie was his memory.
As a bystander, he watched 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 that was melting into the crystal ball, and then burst open inside the crystal ball.
Countless tiny bubbles and splashes formed in the crystal ball, and when it calmed down again, it began to project Cyril's memory—the scene that happened to them in front of the Moonlight Tree.
Seeing this memory, Rudolph's expression became more serious.
He already had a bad premonition in his heart, and the abyss was afraid that he couldn't hold back anymore.
"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 was stunned for a moment, then realized that the other party was asking for his consent, and he nodded hurriedly.
Then he saw his dean, after Rudolph took out the crystal ball, he simply passed the memory to the other party neatly.
The inside of the crystal ball fluctuated again, a small bubble appeared, and then floated out and entered Rudolph's crystal ball.
"Very advanced wandless and silent spell! Perfect!"
Rudolph watched the process and couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.
He was sincerely admired.
You must know that although the copy spell is one of the 108 must-have common spells, the larger the volume, the more quantity and the more difficult the thing, the higher the requirements for the copy spell, such as memory, re-engraving memory It's not an easy task.
Cyril was in a complicated mood for a while.
The stronger the teacher, the happier he should be.
But when Cyril looked at this Dean Brian before, he always felt that there was a frightening emotion in the other's deep eyes.
There was also 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.