As Brian said the correct password, the white rose relief on the door slowly emerged in color.
Vibrant colors smear and flow quickly and smoothly from the tips of the petals toward the center of the flower.
In about a second or two, the entire rose turned an elegant and timeless pearl red.
It looks lifelike, like a real living rose.
"Please come in."
While speaking, Brian pushed open the door.
Inside the house is a simple and warm decoration, not as complicated and gorgeous as the Rose Manor Cyril has seen before, but it is equally exquisite, even with a sense of time-stopping tranquility.
Cyril looked around the house in surprise, and all kinds of furniture were available.
Then, he followed Mr. Scott up the stairs to the second floor and came to his room.
The room is very clean, bookshelves, desks, beds, etc. are neatly placed, and there is a beautiful small balcony on the side of the garden.
Cyril opened the glass door and walked to the small balcony.
He soon discovered that this balcony was used for the same purpose as the next room.
There is also a beautiful small wooden table and two rocking chairs on the balcony, which is convenient for the owners to enjoy the scenery here for leisure and entertainment.
Cyril looked at the next room with the glass door, and couldn't help but stare at Mr. Scott with wide eyes.
Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of playfulness flashed between his eyebrows.
He nodded calmly and said, "Yes, my room is next door."
Cyril was stunned for a moment, always feeling that something was not right.
He touched his nose, looked away, and looked at the scenery outside the balcony.
The scenery here is excellent.
Nearby are the rose bushes in the garden that are not as gorgeous as the season's rose bushes, which are colorful and full of vitality.
In the distance are grassy fields and colorful spires.
In the distance are the towering snow-capped mountains that are covered with snow all year round and the clear blue sky far and wide.
He really likes it here! Cyril thought to himself.
"Okay, I'll help you put the things you bought earlier in your room."
Brian waved his hand, and a gray vortex appeared in front of him.
The items they bought in Whale's Head Lane were temporarily stored here.
Following Brian's magical command, those tome books, brand new parchment paper, all kinds of utensils needed for school later, and the little desserts that Cyril was thinking of all came out obediently one by one.
The books crossed smooth curves in the air, honestly found the bookshelves in the room, and placed their butts one by one.
Parchment and other stationery are neatly stacked on the desk.
Only one silky and soft chocolate mousse cake remained on the desk, and the rest of the desserts all ran downstairs on short legs that didn't exist, and went to the kitchen obediently.
Cyril watched without blinking as everything quickly returned to its place, which saved him the work of tidying up the room again.
Man, it turns out that magic is the secret weapon for tidying up the room!
Mr. Scott is really up the hall and down the kitchen.
Cyril was in awe.
After thanking Mr. Scott, Cyril listened to the other party's preview suggestion and took out a crystal ball to check his class schedule.
There will be two classes tomorrow, the first one is the theory of magic, and there is a history of magic in the afternoon.
Cyril found the corresponding textbook from the bookshelf and quickly read it in the room.
He was engrossed in reading the book, memorizing as he read.
After about two hours, the brain began to lose focus, and the eyes were a little tired.
Cyril couldn't help but stand up and wanted to walk to the balcony to look into the distance.
He walked gently to the glass door, and just as he put his hand on the door frame, he saw Mr. Scott sitting lazily in the rocking chair through the clear glass.
In the past, Cyril more often saw Mr. Wizard standing tall and tall.
Now the man is leaning on the back of the reclining chair, sitting in a sloppy posture, but he can still see the other party's handsome posture.
At this time, his two long legs were randomly swayed, and the slender neck of the wine glass was shaken gently with one hand, and the golden liquid slowly flowed in the wine glass.
His slender fingers with sharp knuckles and the clear wine were placed together, like some kind of elegant and delicate precious art.
Obviously, Mr. Scott's movements are very ordinary, but with a little different flavor, he is unexpectedly sexy and sultry.
Cyril's heart jumped, and he quickly withdrew his gaze and quietly returned to his room.
He sat on the bed covering his face.
For a moment just now, I had the idea of being beautiful and misleading!
Sure enough, I had no homework at the beginning of school, so I had the energy and free time to think about it everywhere!
Cyril deeply reflected on how superficial he was, only seeing Mr. Scott's handsome face, he should learn from the profound connotation of the other party!
Look at people, know the book and reason, the head of the academy, one in a hundred, so excellent that it makes people suffocate.
These are no more inspiring than his good looks!
Cyril clenched his fists, intending to eat a small cake to calm down first, and then recite a 108-page textbook.
When night fell and someone knocked on his door at the door, Cyril suddenly realized that the afternoon had passed in a hurry.
Seeing that there were still many unread pages left, Cyril was even a little unsure.
Brian knocked on Cyril's door, waited for a while, and saw the other party open the door blankly.
In front of him, Cyril was still a childish teenager. The soft indoor lighting covered his black and soft hair and fair little face with a beautiful layer of light and shadow.
It seemed to be a breeze when the door was opened, which blew the small curls on Little Rose's head slightly, and lightly nodded twice, as if to say hello to the person who came.
The corners of his mouth were still stained with a little cream stain from the sweet cake and white flowers, and he opened a pair of black and white almond eyes, like a cub who had just finished drinking milk.
"It's time for dinner."
Brian smiled slightly, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
As the man spoke, he stretched out his finger and rubbed Cyril's lips lightly, seemingly unintentionally.
"It's got something."
Brian explained with a chuckle, his tone calm and natural.
Cyril felt the other party's slightly calloused fingertips sliding over his soft lips, and suddenly felt a warm feeling spread from the corners of his lips, and his entire cheek was slightly hot.
This action seems a little too intimate...
Cyril raised his eyes sharply to look at Mr. Scott, only to find that the expression on the other's face couldn't be more serious.
Mr. Scott then took out a handkerchief and was slowly wiping his fingers, as if he just couldn't see the sloppy appearance of others.
Cyril's heart dropped again, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
When they reached the door of the wizard's tower hall, Brian found a reason at random and separated from Cyril.
Cyril fully expressed his understanding. As the chief executive of Snowberg Wizarding Academy, Mr. Scott might need to give the freshmen a "Excellent Student Speech" or something
When Cyril walked into the hall, he found that the place had changed.
There are many small round tables in the hall, and each table has a fragrant meal and several bottles of champagne.
Skeleton waiters interspersed with the crowd came and went with clean plates of food.
The freshmen seem to have some concerns and hesitate to move, but the old students have already started to eat.
"This is a rare opportunity to eat for free. I was hungry for the first two days and was waiting for tonight!"
Cyril passed by one of the tables and heard a sorcerer apprentice say happily, with some unknowing sadness in his tone.
"Not really!"
His companion felt the same way. The wizard apprentice stopped a skeleton waiter and said with a smile, "Excuse me, let's serve another charcoal-grilled elbow just now!"
The Skeleton Waiter nodded and quickly cleaned up their plates and left.
There were quite a few apprentice wizards already taking their seats at different tables.
Cyril was struggling with where to sit, when he saw Warren not far away, saw him sharply, and waved to him.
Cyril hurriedly walked to his familiar friends.
"Good evening, everyone!"
He walked to the small round table and saw many familiar faces, and felt a lot more relaxed.
"Good evening, Cyril!"
Everyone greeted him with a smile.
Immediately afterwards, they chatted about their experiences after arriving at the academy.
Cyril listened to everyone talking while enjoying the food.
"I found that there are still some freshmen in the college who didn't come to the college on the Black cruise ship from Whalefall Island like we did."
Warren said in a low voice.
"Yes, I also noticed that those people are arrogant. They are not wearing the same plain wizard robes as us."
Paris Greer added, even he thought the other party was too arrogant!
When Cyril heard this, he instantly thought of the light-brown-haired boy he saw in the academy dining hall at noon.
In retrospect, he and the two around him were exactly what Warren and Jenny described.
"normal."
Addison Morgan, who had not spoken for a while, suddenly spoke, and all the eyes of the whole table turned to him.
Addison Morgan calmly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "They are the children of some wizards in the wizarding continent."
Everyone looked at each other in dismay.
Paris Greer first asked: "Then why do these wizarding academies need to recruit students from other continents?"
Addison Morgan glanced at him, glasses reflecting the light of an ornate chandelier on the ceiling.
He explained: "The number of wizard children is extremely rare. First, most wizards are eccentric, maverick, keen to pursue knowledge and power, and have little interest in children."
Addison paused and continued:
"Second, according to the information I found in the library, if wizards want to give birth to offspring, they must sacrifice half of their partners' magic and spiritual power, and they can only get a descendant with mediocre spiritual and magic power. So, many wizards are not willing to have children even if they become partners."
Cyril suddenly realized.
No wonder wizards need to find potential children from other continents to recruit wizard apprentices to supplement the power of the wizard continent.
He was thinking about why those wizard children were so hostile to him when he heard a melodious sound of music in the hall.
Cyril followed the music and looked at the high platform ahead.
On the high platform, many professors from the college have appeared one after another.
The professors came to their respective seats in a variety of ways.
For example, this sudden burst of music is the background music of a professor with gray hair and a long white beard.
The sound of the music was not a mere sound, but one by one, the notes splattered from one of the empty seats on the right.
When the beautiful music finished, the notes that lingered in the hall flew to the seats and assembled, and then began to flicker on and off.
The white-bearded wizard suddenly appeared from the note.
He waved to the wizard apprentices in the hall.
The old wizards and apprentices began to applaud, and the new students joined the wave of applause without realizing it.
Cyril saw a huge flame suddenly ignited on a chair on the left side of the high platform.
The color of this flame is not a single red, but a rainbow of dazzling colors.
In the center of the flames appeared a middle-aged wizard with short black hair, with a splayed beard and a cigar in his mouth.
Soon, other wizards suddenly appeared as if they had made an appointment.
Cyril can't wait to have a few more eyes to see their wonderful appearances clearly.
The chair in the middle of the high platform was still empty.
It seems self-evident who this chair belongs to.
Cyril's gaze stayed on the empty chair for a moment, seeing that Dean Brian had not appeared for a while, and then moved to Wizard Chris Black in a beautiful evening dress.
The other party's iconic puppet was still sitting on his shoulders.
"That's Professor Chris Black. He wears women's clothes. He likes to be complimented by wizards' apprentices for his beauty. He's especially good at puppetry. We don't have his classes this semester."
Addison Morgan explained it to everyone.
Next to Chris Black sat Wizard Christina, whom Cyril believed to be the dean.
The other party is sitting quietly, with a silent aura.
"That's Professor Christina Black. She is the Deputy Dean of Snowberg Wizarding Institute and is responsible for a series of daily teaching management tasks. She and Professor Chris Black around her are siblings, but their personalities are completely different. We have her 'Theory of Magic' class tomorrow."
Addison Morgan flipped a page of the notebook in his hand and continued: "That's Professor Joanna Prodict, our Witchcraft and Divination class professor, this professor has always been mysterious, and it is said that every class will be taught in the form of A different face emerges."
Hearing this, Cyril looked at the witch with the pointy wizard hat sitting on the other side of Wizard Christina.
He noticed that the professor looked very young at this time, like a young and beautiful girl.
Suddenly, the noisy sound in the entire hall quickly disappeared, and everyone felt the difference in the atmosphere at once.
Everyone noticed the change in the light in the hall and raised their heads to look upwards.
At this time, the ceiling of the hall is no longer the exquisite relief of the simple atmosphere before, but has become the sky - just like the real sky outside.
It was just the hazy sky that was all silent at dawn, like a veil shrouded in it.
Very beautiful dawn and night, Cyril praised in his heart.
He tilted his head and stared upwards with wide eyes.
The next moment in the sky showed the white fish maw of the sunrise in the east again.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of morning light pierced the mist, and the light golden light grew bigger and bigger.
The sunrise passed quickly, and the warm sun shone down on the small round tables, and brilliant particles of light danced on the cheeks of the wizards and apprentices.
Sensitive wizard apprentice veterans took a deep breath when they saw that such a huge light element was easily mobilized.
Dean, what a great handwriting!
In an instant, it was the turn of the sunset.
There was a particularly gentle glow in the hall.
In the end, the sky freezes into a dark blue night, full of stars.
Cyril could see the tiny shimmer of stars dotted together, and slowly, the light became brighter and brighter.
What an indescribable visual feast! Cyril thought to himself.
At this time, the stars in the sky converged into a galaxy, pouring down from the sky above.
Cyril's gaze followed Xinghe and fell to the center of the seat on the high platform in front of the hall.
When the thrilling star river light disappeared, a handsome and slender man appeared in front of the seat.
At the same time, a tide-like pressure filled the entire hall.
He clearly came on the gentle and dazzling galaxy, but he gave people a sense of oppression like a tyrannical king who stepped on the blood step by step.