Brian smiled slightly when he saw Cyril's slightly autistic back.
He walked out of the elevator calmly and came to a door.
I don't know what material the door is made of, but it glows with lustrous light, like a crystal clear jade, and it is very valuable to look at.
There is also a very complicated circular magic circle painted on the door.
Cyril tried to knock on the door, his fingers knocked on the jade gate, making a crisp sound.
But no one inside answered.
In the next instant, an owl in the form of a gray fog suddenly sprang out of the door at such a fast speed that Cyril immediately took a big step back.
The owl flew in front of Cyril and stopped steadily in midair.
It tilted its fluffy head and fluttered its wings, and then opened its mouth to speak in a slow aria: "Cuckoo! Who are you? What's the matter?"
Cyril was thinking about how to answer the owl who seemed to be the doorman when he heard Mr. Scott's voice: "Go away, Zoe."
The owl heard its familiar voice, and excitedly wanted to flap its wings and fly towards Brian.
However, it seemed to be blocked by something invisible and almost hit the ground.
"Cuckoo! Welcome back! Bu... Chief Scott!"
Zooey the owl happily spun around the door, spinning very fast.
Cyril even wondered if the little guy would make himself dizzy.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw this owl made an inexplicable number of turns, and fell to the ground in a dizzy manner.
Cyril blinked, this owl doorman doesn't seem to be very smart...
Brian ignored Zooey the Owl. He raised his slender right hand and pressed it in the center of the circular magic circle on the door.
The witch formation seemed to be suddenly activated, and a bright light appeared on the edge.
The spider-like entwined lines in the witch formation seemed to swim flexibly.
Then, the tightly closed gates shrunk from the middle to the ends.
Silently, the door opened.
Cyril followed behind Mr. Scott into the Dean's office.
He quickly discovered to his surprise that the layout of the Dean's office was the same luxurious and romantic style as the parlour he had seen in Mr. Scott's wizard carriage.
The room was quiet and empty.
The bright blue flames were burning in the fireplace, and the small river of stars on the ceiling glistened.
"Is Dean Brian not here?"
Cyril asked involuntarily.
He had thought that Mr. Scott had brought himself here to meet his mentor.
"The instructor is very busy."
Brian said casually, and he started talking nonsense in a serious manner: "I rarely have the opportunity to see him. The tutor explained to me before that I will be responsible for guiding your future magic studies."
Cyril froze for a moment, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought of Mr. Scott's powerful magic again, nodded obediently, and thanked the other party: "I will ask you for more advice in the future, I will definitely study hard!"
Brian looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
He sat on the sofa and tapped the armrest lightly, saying, "However, I think you have just arrived at the academy, and you may need a period of adaptation. Our courses will start in two weeks, and the venue will be in the dean's office. I will arrive when I arrive. I will teach you some rare and dangerous magic alone, I hope you will be prepared."
Cyril looked at the other party's half-smile expression, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"Dangerous magic", wouldn't it be a forbidden technique? ! I just entered school, is it really good to learn this kind of thing? !
However, Cyril did not continue to ask. Whether it was Dean Brian or Mr. Scott, he had no way to resist what they decided.
It's always nice to be able to learn a little more magic for free!
Cyril took a deep breath and nodded.
Next, he was led around the rest of the tower by Mr. Scott.
This time, instead of taking the elevator, they replaced it with a teleportation array.
The experience of the teleportation array is much better than that of the elevator.
Cyril only felt that as soon as he opened and closed his eyes, the destination had arrived.
They went to the library.
At the entrance of the library stood two tall guards in grey robes.
Seeing someone coming, the guard raised his head hidden under the hood—it was clearly a white skull.
An orange flame burned in the empty eye socket.
"Good day, Chief Scott."
The two skeleton guards bowed respectfully to Brian.
Then, one of the skeleton guards looked at Cyril and said, "Sorcerer apprentice, please show your crystal ball."
Cyril hurriedly took out his crystal ball from the pocket of his robe, and at the direction of the skeleton guard, he pasted the crystal ball with a decoration that looked like a huge eyeball at the entrance of the library.
"drop-".
The crystal ball made a crisp punching sound.
"Okay, wizard apprentice. Remember to register when you enter and leave the library. At the same time, no loud noises, no fights, no meals are allowed in the library."
The skeleton guard nodded towards Cyril, the orange flames in its eye sockets flickered, and then made a gesture of inviting in.
"That register was set up by Professor Bennett Tyron, who teaches the history of magic."
Brian walked beside Cyril, lowered his voice and explained in his ear: "In order to count the study time of the wizard apprentices, and to encourage the wizard apprentices to study hard, at the end of each month, this Professor Tyron will provide the library for the library. The top three apprentice wizards by length of study offer free quizzes, and each person can ask five questions."
Cyril immediately realized that after the first year of their new apprenticeship's welfare period, the professors may no longer be free to answer questions.
Seeing his face, Brian knew that Cyril had figured it out. He smiled slightly and said, "You guessed right, each professor's fee for answering questions is different. This Professor Tyron is especially generous, and the fee for answering questions is very generous. It's a problem with 50 Wu Jing."
This is true, knowledge is money, Cyril sighed in his heart.
The library at Snowburgh Wizarding Academy is huge, surrounded by huge bookshelves that are frighteningly high.
The bookshelves are full of various magic books, and there is a retractable escalator for taking down books.
There was a long table in the middle of each row of bookshelves, and there were many apprentice wizards sitting and studying hard, and in front of them were magic books piled high.
Wizard apprentices read books, write and draw on parchment with quills and take notes.
Cyril also saw that many wizard apprentices directly took out the books at the top of the high bookshelf, and sat down on the escalator to read.
There is a large spiral staircase in the center of the first floor of the library, which leads to the second floor.
It's just that there are several small circles of witches drawn on the first step of this staircase.
"Only apprentices of A-level and above are authorized to go to the second floor of the library."
Brian glanced at the stairs and explained lightly.
Cyril whispered to Mr. Scott that he wanted to go up and have a look. After seeing the other person nod, he stepped onto the spiral staircase.
The witch formation at his feet did not have any adverse reactions, and Cyril walked to the second floor of the library smoothly.
The layout of the second floor of the library is not different from the first floor, but there are some soft leather sofas between the bookshelves, which seem to be very soft and comfortable.
Cyril was keenly aware that the books on the shelves on this floor seemed to be more old and stale.
He casually took a book from the bookshelf, titled "Advance Secrets of Black Magic", and the black cover looked badly worn.
However, as soon as Cyril opened the first page, a dazzling black light suddenly appeared, rushing straight to his eyes!
He closed the book in his hand with a snap, a layer of cold sweat oozing out on his back, and the end of his eyes were red like a rabbit, as if tears were about to shed in the next moment.
The stinging sense of attack still seemed to remain in Cyril's eyes, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
"Oh, I forgot to remind you, the books here are much more dangerous than the books on the first floor of the library."
Brian's smile was somewhat playful.
He raised his hand casually, and a burst of white light instantly covered Cyril, wiping out the gloom that enveloped his whole body just now facing the book.
Even the area around the eyes seemed to have been applied with a warm current, and immediately felt much more comfortable.
Cyril thanked Mr. Scott and made up his mind not to come to the second floor of the library until he mastered the healing technique.
He looked at the central spiral staircase, and above it was the third floor of the library.
"That requires the special permission of the professor to go up."
Brian followed his line of sight and said lightly.
Cyril returned to the first floor of the library and saw Addison Morgan without any accident.
He was standing in front of a tall bookshelf, holding a pile of books in his arms, looking up for something.
Cyril's eyes fell on the sign on the side of the bookshelf - books related to the history of magic.
It appears that Addison Morgan has begun researching the history of the Snowberg Wizarding Institute.
It has to be said that it is much more convenient to have a guide to take a tour of the college than to grope on your own.
They soon went to a lot of places and came to the restaurant of the academy.
At this time, it was meal time, and there were many apprentice wizards sitting in the restaurant.
Freshmen can freely take food on the long table of the buffet without paying any fees, while old students need to deduct some from their few Wu Jing to choose cost-effective meals.
Of course, the old students can also choose the buffet, one 5 Wu Jing.
There are many old students who don't want to waste time on choosing food every day, so they simply choose a monthly random meal, 30 Wu Jing a month, and each meal guarantees one meat and two vegetarian meals.
Cyril saw a bald-headed senior wizard apprentice take out a crystal ball from the skeleton waiter at the counter and receive a plate with a black lid.
He returned to his seat, lifted the black lid, and his random meal of the day was tender bone-in steak, fist-sized balls of mashed potatoes, and a small bowl of green salad tossed with salad dressing.
"Good luck today!"
The bald-headed wizard apprentice lit up when he saw his meal, and excitedly shared his joy with the companion next to him.
The bearded wizard apprentice sitting next to him was not so lucky. His plate contained a wheat-colored sandwich, a small green apple and a ripe banana. .
The bald wizard patted his companion on the shoulder, and said with kindness and relief: "You're not bad! You know that I got two slices of fried bacon and two tomatoes at one time!"
Following their example, Cyril brushed the crystal ball with the skeleton waiter at the counter and got a clean plate.
He discovered that the crystal ball was the equivalent of his campus card at Snowberg Wizarding Academy.
"You can go to the buffet on the side to pick up food, remember to prohibit waste!"
The Skeleton Waiter said to Cyril.
Then it turned to Brian, and the purple flames in the eye sockets seemed to burn more vigorously.
"What would you like to eat today? Chief Scott! I recommend today's kitchen specials - deep sea fish soup and foie gras and black roe!"
Cyril raised an eyebrow.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Scott's status in the Snowborg Wizarding Academy is quite high. The staff of the academy will greet him specially along the way, and even many senior wizard apprentices also respect him very much.
After Cyril took the dishes and sat down, he suddenly felt an uncomfortable gaze.
He looked up and saw a young apprentice wizard with light brown hair not far away.
The other party looked about the same age as himself, his face was cold, and his expression was very arrogant.
He seemed to have just finished eating, stood up from the table, glared at him when he met Cyril's gaze, and snorted coldly.
Cyril felt inexplicable.
He doesn't know each other, and he has never seen this person in his memory. Is this being hated for no reason
He blinked and looked away, not caring about the boy anymore.
No matter who he is, it can't affect his mood for cooking.
Cyril slowly picked up the knife and fork and focused on cutting the fragrant steak.
This steak is fried just right, the meat is soft, fat but not greasy, and because the bones have tendons, it is more chewy in addition to the tenderness.
The surface of the steak is poured with a thick black pepper sauce, and the tender beef is wrapped in the black pepper sauce, and the juice is thick and delicious.
Cyril was already immersed in tasting the delicious steak, and the boy was even more angry when he saw that he was so lightly ignored, and he gave Cyril a fierce look again.
At this time, Brian also walked over to Cyril and sat down with the delicious food specially prepared by the skeleton waiter (a large plate, beautifully arranged).
The boy's cheeks puffed up even more when he saw Cyril hugging the head of the academy so quickly.
After he put down his plate, he walked out of the restaurant aggressively.
A man and a woman beside the boy glanced at each other helplessly and chased out.
If someone notices, they can find that they are not wearing the ordinary plain black robes uniformly issued by the Wizarding Union. Their robes are embroidered with many patterns of protective witch formations.
Cyril had no idea that someone had regarded him as a thorn in his side.
After he had finished his meal slowly, Mr. Scott took him out of the wizard's tower and went to their dormitory.
The two strolled on the all-round trail, the street was flat and clean, and the surrounding green grass was green.
Cyril saw a lot of black-robed wizard apprentices in a hurry.
The houses on both sides of the road are a variety of bright colors.
In the gardens in front of the steeple houses, all kinds of beautiful flowers bloom leisurely, bringing a sense of spring that has nothing to do with the seasons.
Brian and Cyril stopped in front of a house.
This house is far away from the surrounding houses, with a quiet arrogance and alienation.
The whole house was almost half-covered in the beautiful rose bushes, which stretched gracefully and arbitrarily, and the roses blooming in the flowers looked like the delicate little pendant hanging from Cyril's neck.
As soon as Cyril approached, he smelled the faint fragrance brought by the wind.
"I'm going to live here after you, I hope you like it."
Brian was walking in front of him at a leisurely pace, but he suddenly turned his head and said to Cyril.
There was a smile on his lips, and his tone was very elegant and gentle.
“It's great here!”
Cyril followed the handsome chief through the beautiful roses.
"I think I'll love it!"
Cyril raised a clean and clear smile.
There was a light black gold in Brian's eyes, which was fleeting.
"That's good." He smiled lightly.
Afterwards, Brian looked up at the rose relief on the door, and said lazily, "Ah, yes! Remember, little Cyril, the password for the bedroom is - little rose."