"Good evening, everyone."
The man's voice was like a low-pitched cello, deep and hoarse, very pleasant.
"Hope you have a nice night."
His tone was calm and natural, and his elegant male voice was like a meandering snake letter.
As his voice fell, the pressure all over the hall faded like a tide.
Cyril heard a near-unified sigh of relief around him.
"That's Dean Brian, the only dean of the Snowberg Wizarding Academy, and the great undead wizard who is well-known in the entire wizarding continent."
Addison Morgan said dryly, his voice full of reverence.
He was staring at the dean, and suddenly he felt that his eyes were blurred, and his vision seemed to be blocked by something invisible.
Addison Morgan took off his glasses and sighed, wiped them lightly with a clean white towel on the small round table, and put them back on.
However, the situation has not improved.
He was stunned for a while, realized something, and murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough! Lord Dean is very mysterious, and low-level apprentice wizards can't stare at him for a long time."
Addison Morgan pushed his glasses, he turned his head to look at Cyril, and there was a hint of envy in his usual calm tone: "Dean Brian doesn't teach any courses. It is said that he will only teach students under his own name. Now, he has only two students, both S-class wizard apprentices, one is the chief of the academy Claude Scott, and the other is you... Cyril Lawrence!"
Cyril blinked.
He raised his eyes to look at the amazingly handsome Dean Brian in the middle of the high platform.
The other party's long silver-white hair seemed to flow with starlight on the top of his head, and there was still a faint smoke-gray mist around his body.
Cyril could feel the other party's fluttering gaze passing through the crowd and falling precisely on him.
Across a long distance, he met a pair of dark eyes, the sharp edge in the deep black eyes was concealed by a playful smile.
Cyril faintly heard a small sound of "tick--".
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt that his eyes were firmly fixed, and he couldn't break free.
He couldn't even close his eyes for a while, so he could only maintain his original posture abruptly and directly meet Dean Brian's gaze.
Time seemed to stand still, and the surrounding scene was reduced to a blurred background amid the noise of others.
At the end of Cyril's line of sight, only the other party stared at him playfully and caringly.
Those eyes with a strong interest, slowly slid over him.
Like a poisonous snake's sticky sight, inch by inch, it surveyed the delicate prey it played with in the palm of its hand.
Cyril could feel an uncontrollable shudder running down his spine, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his skin.
The body's intense stress response made him hold his breath.
At this time, there was a soft "tick-" sound in the ear again.
"Cyril, come on!"
Jenny put her cheeks in her hands, smiled at Cyril, and gave sincere encouragement.
Her relaxed smile made Cyril slowly recover.
Even though his brain hadn't reacted, he subconsciously gave Jenny a smile.
No one seemed to notice that he had lost his mind for a moment.
After an eerie standstill, time glided forward uninterrupted and remarkably smooth.
The sound of chewing and chattering from the surrounding crowd re-entered Cyril's ears, bringing a sense of reality.
As if the silent confrontation between the two of them at that moment was just his own illusion.
[It's not an illusion, you have just been pulled into a profound time magic, you have one second more special experience than the people around you. 】The system quickly and solemnly revealed the truth.
Cyril once again looked at the center of the high platform in front of the hall, and saw Dean Brian slowly turning the tail ring on his finger.
This move is so familiar...
Cyril was stunned for a moment.
The action that Mr. Scott used to do on weekdays appeared in his mind for a while.
Thinking of Mr. Scott, Cyril looked around and didn't seem to see the chief of the academy.
Perhaps Mr. Scott was assigned by the Dean to do something else.
Until the end of the dinner, the crowd dispersed, and Cyril did not see his roommate.
He waited in the hall for a while, but still didn't see the other person's figure, so he walked back slowly.
The dormitory area at night is not pitch-dark.
As the wizards and apprentices came and went to show their magical powers, various lighting methods appeared on the trails extending in all directions.
Some apprentice wizards have wand tips that light up brightly, turning their wands directly into a handy flashlight.
Some wizard apprentices released a light ball floating in mid-air, and the light ball moved forward with its master's footsteps.
Everyone's favorite light color is different. For a time, various colors of light flickered on the road, as if a light banquet was going on.
Cyril also walked back to the rose hut where he lived under the light of the faint blue light of his own night flint.
Under the cool moonlight, the blooming roses are even more beautiful and charming.
Cyril reported the correct password and opened the door.
He took a comfortable hot bath, let the system set the alarm clock for tomorrow morning, and fell asleep in bed.
A good night's sleep.
Early the next morning.
After the system's Divine Comedy called Morning Break, Cyril quickly came to his senses.
He originally thought that he would have nightmares when he was specially "greeted" by Dean Brian last night, but he didn't expect to sleep refreshingly until the next day.
Cyril touched the black wand he put beside the pillow, wondering if the dream-eating tapir in the wand was secretly working.
It seems that after having this wand, there is no more nightmare!
Cyril put on the black wizard robe and put other books and stationery into the expansion pocket of the robe.
After eating the free breakfast in the dining room, Cyril checked the crystal ball again, which read: "Magic Theory Class, Professor: Christina Blake, Classroom 001, Class Time: 9:00 AM."
After he left the restaurant, he took the teleportation array to the front of classroom 001.
Fifteen minutes before class at nine o'clock, the classroom was almost full of wizard apprentices.
The freshmen were excited and full of energy on their first day of class.
Some people were huddled with the heads of their tablemates, talking in a low voice; some people took out their wands and tried spells; others were just burying their heads in reading books.
Cyril was looking for a seat in the crowd, and he saw Addison Morgan sitting in the first row of the classroom with an empty seat next to him.
So Cyril walked over and sat down beside him.
"Good morning, Morgan."
Cyril took out his textbook—An Introductory Guide to Magic Theory, parchment, and a quill, and laid it out on the table.
"Good morning, Cyril."
Addison Morgan looked up from the page and nodded to Cyril.
He paused, then said suddenly: "It seems that your title of S-class wizard apprentice is very enviable."
Cyril followed Morgan's line of sight and saw the boy with light brown hair again.
He sat on their right diagonal, caught a glimpse of Cyril's gaze, and snorted arrogantly.
"Honestly, I don't know how that happened, I don't know him at all."
Cyril shrugged and said helplessly.
"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."
Addison Morgan sighed.
He pushed his glasses and said in a low voice, "Friendly reminder, Professor Blake's first class likes to surprise exams."
take an exam
Cyril's heart suddenly lifted.
He quickly went through the knowledge he had previewed yesterday in his mind. Fortunately, the magical theories in his mind hadn't been completely forgotten because of a good night's sleep.
However, Cyril still looked eagerly at his tablemate and asked, "Do you know the exam question or answer? I mean, you look quite sure!"
Addison Morgan's glasses reflected a light.
He said calmly: "The false academic god knows the answer in advance, and the real academic god himself is the answer."
OK.
Cyril no longer looked at the true scholar, he opened the book and quickly reviewed it again.
When the minute of the wall clock on the classroom wall went to the 12 position, there was a crisp closing sound at the door.
Christina Black, a wizard with neat short hair, entered.
She was wearing a sky blue wizard's robe, holding a stack of parchment in her arms, and the corners of the robe flew around as she walked.
"Alright, apprentice wizards. Close your "Introductory Guide to Theory of Magic."
The short-haired witch walked to the front of the classroom, turned around, and glanced at everyone.
The freshmen looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Christina raised her eyebrows slightly and turned the crooked wand she held in her hand.
Immediately, all the books spread out on the table folded together with a snap, and the books quickly flew to the podium and folded.
The book in Cyril's hand also broke free, and flew forward together with the textbooks on the front, back, left and right, and a small storm was also set off during the flight.
Christina waved her wand again, and the parchments in her hand fell one by one in front of each freshman.
"Now, the timer starts. Rewind on time in fifteen minutes."
The serious-faced young witch did not explain anything.
She looked around the classroom and saw that everyone was starting to answer the questions before she walked to the chair next to her and sat down.
Then, she waved her wand, and a huge hourglass appeared over the classroom, and the sand in the hourglass was passing by rapidly.
Christina thought of something, and took out another small paper figure.
This little paperman is agile and has excellent jumping ability.
Christina blew a breath at the little paper figurine in her palm, and it floated from her palm to the podium.
Then, I saw this little guy squat down gently, made a take-off posture, and jumped onto the hourglass above the classroom in the next moment.
The little paper man sat on the hourglass, and the thin piece of paper turned his head around, trying to catch a cheating student.
Cyril looked at the parchment in his hand and quickly scanned the topic from top to bottom.
They are all the theories mentioned in the "Introduction to Magic Theory", the difficulty is not high, but the number of questions is very large, and it may not be completed in 15 minutes.
Cyril dipped ink with a quill pen and started writing quickly. His handwriting was a bit sloppy because he wrote too quickly.
Bit by bit, time passed, and only the last sliver of sand remained in the upper half of the huge hourglass.
In the last row of the classroom, a boy with short black hair quietly raised his head, stretched his neck and looked at Professor Black in front of him.
He saw that she lowered her head and seemed to be looking at the book in her hand, and did not appear to be seriously invigilating the exam.
"Hey, Hausman! Show me your answer."
He moved towards the tablemate beside him and said in an almost whispering voice.
As he spoke, he glanced at Hausman's paper at the same table.
Just when he retracted his gaze and was about to quickly copy the answer, the little man sitting on the hourglass rolled himself into a paper ball and aimed at the boy who was trying to be opportunistic.
The next moment, there was a howl in the classroom - the seemingly ineffective paper ball turned the boy's eyes into panda eyes.
The paper ball completed the task and stretched its limbs again to become a little paper man.
The little paper figurines jumped up and down on the tables of the wizard apprentices with majestic steps.
Cyril heard the movement, and the quill under his hand stopped.
But he held back and didn't look back, and continued to answer the question.
But the moment he lowered his head, he seemed to see something white flashing past his eyes.
Is this some new type of cheating?
It didn't take long for the fine sand in the huge hourglass to flow into the lower half of the hourglass.
The entire hourglass exploded with a bang, turning into countless colored notes in the air.
Christina heard the movement, waved her wand, and all the parchment answer sheets of all the wizard apprentices flew towards the podium.
"I'm not finished yet!"
"Me too!"
"A lot can't be done!"
…
The voices of the dragons and dragons rang out in the classroom.
The wizard apprentices watched with gloomy expressions as their unfinished papers flew away.
Cyril managed to finish the last question before the hourglass finished.
But he was a little worried that the handwriting was too sloppy and elegant, and he wondered if the professor would deduct points for him.
He looked up to the final destination of the parchments.
The parchments were stacked on the podium, and there was a small man cut out of paper standing on the pile of rolls, which was very eye-catching.
Then Wizard Black placed a red quill pen almost the size of its entire body in front of the little paper figure.
The little paper figure held the quill and began to change the test paper.
It was so fast that it quickly turned a piece of parchment over.
"Okay. Your grades will come out before get out of class ends, and it will determine how much homework each of you will do."
Christina stood in front of the podium, blocking the little paper man who was changing the scroll.
When she began to speak, the attention of all the wizard apprentices refocused on the short-haired witch.
"Let's start the official class now."
Everyone sat upright, watching the teaching materials on the podium fly back into their hands.
Cyril discovered that this short-haired witch was indeed a neat and tidy person, and her lectures were also concise and clear, without any fuss.
"The power of a wizard comes from the mastery of energy and knowledge in nature."
Christina said calmly:
"Energy is the magic element. To put it simply, our wizards improve their spiritual power through meditation, use the spiritual power to sense the existence of magic elements in the surrounding environment, and absorb and condense the magic elements into magic power."
"The ancient great wizards discovered through exploration and summary that there are seven types of magic elements in nature. They are light element, dark element, wood element, water element, fire element, earth element, and thunder element."
With that said, Christina waved her wand.
Seven light spots appeared in the air in front of her, flashing light of different colors.
"Each wizard apprentice has a different element affinity. In the process of learning and practicing in the future, you will find out which element or elements have the highest affinity, and choose the element with the highest affinity to improve your magic power. Do more with less.”
"The magic spell is the most efficient way to release magic power to achieve the goal that countless senior wizards have explored and tried. You need to learn the established magic runes first, understand and master the release methods of most commonly used magic spells. Only on this basis can the next step of exploration and innovation be completed.”
Christina smiled, and she waved her wand gracefully.
"It's the element of light. Commonly used things like 'bright spells'."
In the next instant, a soft ball of light appeared from the tip of Christina's wand, which looked very comfortable.
Presumably for a demonstration to the wizarding apprentices.
Cyril could clearly see her wand guiding the many white spots in the air into a bright cloud.
"It's the dark element."
At this time, Christina used her wand to gather a lot of black particles into a spooky crow.
The next moment, the crow opened its mouth and let out a shrill crow cry.
The wizard apprentices frowned when they heard this gloomy cry, as if their hearts were caught by the sharp claws of the crow.
Christina shook her wand, and the crow disappeared instantly.
Cyril could see the dark elements that had just gathered together overflowing all of a sudden.
Next, the short-haired witch demonstrated the remaining five magic elements, each of which has a magical charm.
Then, she gave an introduction to the universal meditation method.
During the next free practice time, Cyril gently closed his eyes.
According to what Professor Black said, he tried to feel the magic elements around him while meditating, trying to discover which magic elements he had affinity with.
The author has something to say: see a lot of cute people in the comments saying that they can't remember their names, here is a list of characters who have appeared! It doesn't matter if you can't remember, just follow the main point of view =3
★Being & attacking
Cyril Lawrence: The protagonist of this article is cute, S-class wizard apprentice, nickname (exclusive): Little Rose, Little Bones
Dean Brian/Mr. Scott/Mr. Wizard/Undead Wizard: The only attack in this article! The dog man who covets beautiful bones, the monster in the vest, the actor of the show, the giant with magic power
Chris Black: Dressmaker, puppeteer, puppeteer, Christina's younger brother
Christina Black: Vice President, short-haired handsome sister, Chris' sister, professor of magic theory, Cyril's friends
Addison Morgan: The data maniac, round-rimmed glasses, carrying notebooks and pens everywhere
Warren Abraham: A fellow from Philadelphia, a shrewd little beauty
Jenny Weber: Philadelphia fellow, optimistic girl with foresight, younger brother
Lords' spokesman Lords Webb: fellow in Philadelphia, Jenny her brother
Paris Geller: A fellow from Philadelphia, the young master has a temper, and gradually understands current affairs after being beaten by reality
Grace Abraham: fellow from Philadelphia, sister of the Warren family, granddaughter of the Earl of Abraham