Cyril's heart was beating wildly, and he was extremely uneasy waiting for the system's test results.
However, the system did not give the information as quickly as before, but paused eerily for a second or two.
Next, the playlist that Cyril hadn't heard for a long time began to play randomly uncontrollably: [One person! I'm drunk! Drunk couples beautiful women into pairs! Two eyes! It's all alone... 】[Stop, stop, stop! Stop! ]
This song inexplicably carried a brainwashing melody, and Cyril hurriedly blocked the system.
Why do you sing without saying a word? !
He looked at Dean Brian nervously. Could it be that he was discovered
At this moment, Brian happened to glance at Cyril inadvertently, with a dark look in his black-gold eyes.
Cyril's heart jumped, he quickly withdrew his gaze, turned forward as if nothing had happened, and tried to suppress the ups and downs in his heart.
The system finished playing most of the song in a daze, and stopped before Cyril almost couldn't help shaking his legs.
[Hey, what's going on? I just seemed to have drank two catties of white wine, and I was full of pride and pride. ] [I can see that, as long as you eat one more peanut, you won't get drunk like that. ]
Cyril silently replied to the system.
[What about Dean Bryan's data? ]
Cyril asked with little hope.
【Ah! I remembered! The moment I scanned the man, it was like being infected by a virus! Immediately lost consciousness! 】The system suddenly realized.
It ponders:
【It's careless! A great wizard of this level should have magic items or anti-curses to prevent peeping and surveillance. Look at the mist like a little fairy, which is deliberately half-covered. This is an obvious warning to others not to get close to people. Well! 】 Cyril choked when he heard the words, but he really didn't see that the dean's smoky gray mist had half a Wu Jing relationship with the little fairy.
"Okay, Mr. Lawrence, please come with me now!"
Rudolph breathed a sigh of relief when he saved his memory.
As he raised his head and said to Cyril, he muttered in his heart that the Wizarding Union had been busy for a few months now.
"We need to test your physical data so that you can be graded as a wizard's apprentice."
He led Cyril to a brass machine.
The brass machine with a cool metallic sheen stretched forward on a platform with a crystal ball in the center.
Behind the table next to the brass machine sat a female wizard in an emerald green wizard robe.
She has beautiful fiery red hair, which is thick and fluffy. Together with the color of the robe, it forms a strong visual impact, like a fire in spring, with a menacing momentum that burns the entire grassland.
"Don't be nervous, little guy."
The red-haired witch saw Cyril's eyes lit up.
She gave Cyril a friendly smile, her big white teeth flashing.
"Now, put your hands on that crystal ball."
She admired Cyril's beauty, and her voice softened a lot.
What a beautiful and cute little guy. Come and be her colleague when you are promoted to a full-fledged wizard.
Just the average appearance of the Wizarding League... Anyway, she is about to stay.
Cyril also returned a polite smile to the other party, looking too cute.
He glanced at the crystal ball in front of him and sighed inwardly.
here we go again.
He understands.
The painful taste of this test of psychic power, he had also felt in Mr. Scott's wizard carriage before.
But Cyril suddenly thought of the simple parchment name test that Mr. Scott later adopted.
Don't know why these wizards don't use the more convenient and painless method...
However, when Cyril put his hands on the crystal ball, what he felt was not the intense stimulation that he had remembered in his memory, but a light air current rushing through his body.
In just a few seconds, he heard the red-haired witch's gentle voice: "Okay, child, it's over."
Cyrillic:? ?
That's it
numb.
What a wonderful crystal ball that Mr. Scott's crystal ball is! It looks exactly the same as its peers, but the behavior is so rude!
Next, the brass machine made a "click-ka-ka" turning sound.
The sound is professional, but nothing happens.
"Oh, look at my memory!"
The red-haired witch withdrew the admiring gaze that fell on Cyril.
She patted her head, hurriedly picked up a stack of parchment on the table, and threw it in through the entrance of the brass machine.
Immediately afterwards, she unscrewed the pot-bellied ink bottle placed in the corner of the table and poured the ink into another smaller inlet.
Before long, the brass machine spit out a piece of parchment with writing in black ink.
The red-haired witch picked up the parchment and glanced at it, muttering: "The fourth circle of the secret realm! Good guy! Much stronger than I was back then! Mental power is 35, which is very good! Magic power, ah... How come there is only magic power? 10, it's a pity. The physical fitness is also very good, all are good."
Cyril also let the system display his current physical data: [Name: Cyril Lawrence
Age: 15
Stamina: 15
Strength: 15
Mental Power: 35
Mana: 10 (temporarily)
Achievement: Bitter Meat (Passive)
Explanation: The route that Moonlight Fruit has designed for you: first stand out, then get slapped in the face, and then come back to stand out after the slap in the face, tsk tsk tsk, the old trick. 】 Cyril raised his eyebrows and asked in his mind:
[How long does this temporarily refer to? ]
[To be honest, because the moonlight fruit is very rare and the records are limited, it can be regarded as "Schrödinger's temporary", so you know... ] The system replied honestly.
At this moment, a lonely therapist who had treated Cyril before came over.
He said to the red-haired witch: "Cathy, this newborn is a bit special. He was depleted of mana due to eating the Moonlight Fruit by mistake in the core of the secret realm. Now the mana level has been suppressed at 10. I don't know when it will recover. Poor little fellow!"
"However, this is of course understandable! Freshmen, haven't been devastated by magic potions, who knew that moonlight fruit would have to be turned into moonlight potions before taking it?!"
The pharmacist patted Cyril on the shoulder, with an expression of understanding and empathy on his face.
No, I know, it's just that I didn't have a choice.
Cyril's face was still calm, showing a very innocent expression.
The pharmacist continued to ramble: "However, magic pharmacy is such a magical science, isn't it amazing? Ah! You will see it soon, it's amazing, it's wonderful..."
"Okay, I get it, Peter!"
The red-haired witch interrupted the pharmacist rudely.
She then took out a brass box from the drawer of that desk, which contained five small stamps of different colors.
The red-haired witch picked out a white seal from the box that looked brand new than the rest, and said to Cyril with a smile, "Congratulations! The newly released 'S' class wizard apprentice!"
As she spoke, she stamped a white seal on the parchment with Cyrillic data written on it.
Cyril could clearly see that the moment the white seal fell on the parchment, a fluttering white light appeared on the entire parchment.
"By the way, which wizarding academy brought you to Whalefall Island? Which wizarding academy are you going to?"
The red-haired witch continued to ask. She took a bright purple quill from her pocket (as striking as her hair and robes), dipped the tip of the pen in ink, and looked up at Cyril.
She was still a little puzzled in her heart, why there was an S-class wizard apprentice in the freshman, and she hadn't seen other wizard academies come forward to rob people.
"Snowberg Wizarding Academy..."
Cyril glanced at the dean not far away, and said in a low voice, there seemed to be a little grievance in his voice.
He, an S-level wizard apprentice who is about to sail away with a debt of 1,000 witch crystals.
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The red-haired witch's smile stopped, and she said with a haha: "Ah! Snowberg Wizarding Academy!"
However, the squeezed smile was a little embarrassing: "Congratulations! Great choice! An extremely powerful wizarding academy!"
The red-haired witch's hands trembled slightly. The name of the academy brought back the shame that she was pressed and rubbed on the ground by the apprentices of the other academy when she was still an apprentice.
"I remember, it seems that I need to sign?"
An elegant and low male voice came, the tone was smooth and calm, with a slow aria.
Brian didn't know when, he had already walked to Cyril and stood still.
He looked at the red-haired witch and gave a polite, distant, impeccable smirk.
Some people really have their own aura.
It was obvious that the other party was calm and relaxed, but Cyril felt a strong sense of oppression.
The man's body is depressing and terrifying, and the smoke-gray mist is also silently warning of something.
Brian waved his hand casually, and the bright purple quill in the red-haired witch's hand slid obediently on the parchment.
Beautifully scribbled squiggles intertwined and traced on the parchment with black ink.
Likewise, as the quill pen auto-signed, a light flashed by.
"Cough. Thank you, Mr. Brian."
The red-haired witch suddenly became reserved and polite, and she smiled at Brian with a very professional smile, not showing her teeth.
"Well, now it's your turn to sign, Mr. Lawrence."
The red-haired witch also smiled at Cyril.
Probably because of the red-haired witch's sudden serious attitude, Cyril felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a little weird.
It's as if they were not signing a wizard's apprenticeship registration file, but registering their marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau.
He lowered his eyes and bit his lower lip without a trace, trying to drive away this sudden and frightening thought.
Cyril, who didn't have much magical knowledge, naturally couldn't pretend to be handsome like his dean, so he could only honestly pick up the quill and sign his name on the parchment.
Since the parchment did not indicate where his name should be signed, Cyril wrote his name directly under the Dean's signature.
After signing, Cyril glanced at the gleaming parchment.
Oops! The two names lined up together seem to be more like a marriage registration...
Fortunately, at this time, another group of freshmen who just came out of the secret realm arrived in the hall.
These freshmen were only twenty minutes behind Cyril and were able to get very good ratings.
The other deans and leaders of the wizarding academies also rushed over, looking for good seedlings for their wizarding academies with vicious eyes.
On the contrary, Brian was indifferent, and glanced at this group of excited freshmen indifferently.
He winked at Blake, who had arrived, and his eyes finally fell on Cyril beside him.
Cyril was struggling with what to do now, when he noticed an understatement.
Then he heard the dean next to him speak: "Okay, now you should go shopping for the things you need after enrolling, our S-class wizard apprentice."
Brian dragged the end note long, light, lazy and sultry.
He rubbed his fingers lightly, and there was a bit of playfulness in his black-gold eyes.
Cyril froze when he heard the words.
Just know buy buy buy! Are you responsible for giving money? !
Probably seeing Cyril's uneasy thoughts on his face, Brian smiled lowly and said, "Go to Chief Claude Scott, he will help you."
Mr. Scott
Before Cyril could think about it, he felt a hand wrapped around his waist, and then the surrounding space was distorted, and the dean led him directly into the hall.
Although the process of space transfer was not painful, Cyril took a deep breath and closed his eyes subconsciously.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on the deck of the Black cruise ship.
Mr. Scott was looking at him with a smile, the dark blue peach eyes behind the monocle were like azure blue waves glowing with sunlight.
Different from the elegant gentleman in suits and ties before, Claude Scott was wearing a black wizard robe at this time.
The white shirt inside was exposed at the neckline, and the buttons were tied all the way below the Adam's apple.
The wizard's robe is very long, reaching about the calf, and as the other person walks, dark leather boots with slender and powerful calves wrapped under the black robe are revealed.
This scene seems to overlap with Cyril's previous night dream on the steam train. It seems that less than a month has passed, but it seems like a lifetime.
However, Cyril's gaze couldn't help but stay on the side of the other's neck - that's where he started in the illusion.
Although he knew that the "Scott" in the fantasy was not Mr. Scott in front of him, Cyril still felt a strange sense of guilt in his heart.
He hurriedly greeted Mr. Wizard, who had not seen him for a long time: "Hello, Mr. Scott, long time no see!"
"Congratulations, little Cyril."
Brian, who changed his vest in seconds, bent his lips slightly, and seemed to be in a good mood.
There was an elegant smile on his lips, and his tone was gentle.
"Become the youngest S-class wizard apprentice in our academy."
He said politely, with a smile in his eyes.
Well, the case is solved.
Cyril suddenly understood where the familiarity he felt when he saw Dean Bryan came from—Mr. Scott and Dean Bryan had an extremely similar temperament.
It's just that Mr. Scott is more gentle and elegant, while Dean Brian is more mysterious and treacherous.
Cyril quietly compared these two extremely handsome but handsome men with their own characteristics.
"With such an outstanding junior, it seems that the mentor will dislike me in the future."
Brian pretended to be troubled.
"Huh? Who is Mr. Scott's mentor?"
Cyril blinked and asked.
"It's Dean Brian. I'm the same mentor as little Cyril."
Brian replied without changing his face and heartbeat, and his tone was serious as if he was not talking about himself.
Cyril glanced at Mr. Scott, who frowned slightly and seemed to be worried that his position in the heart of his respected mentor was at stake, and could not help but remain silent.
His mood is a little bit complicated.
Brother, as long as the dean is not blind, your magic power of more than 100,000+ is still sitting on the Diaoyutai, okay!
Thinking that he was only a fraction of the opponent's magic power at this time, Cyril silently clenched his fists.
Are you making fun of me? is it
"Okay, Dean Brian asked me to take you to buy the things you need after school. Let's go to Whale's Head Lane."
Brian took out a membership card of the Black Rose Chamber of Commerce from the pocket of the wizard's robe, held it between his slender fingers, and shook the brass card slowly.
The author has something to say: Red-haired witch: Okay, the registration is complete, the marriage relationship has been established, congratulations to the two newcomers!
"One person! I'm drunk! Drunk makes beautiful women a pair! Two eyes! It's alone..." From the song "One Drink and Drunk".