Cyril felt that time was passing especially slowly.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard the voice of Tours Auger, as if floating from a far away place: "Okay, it seems to be pretty good."
Cyril was like waking up from a dream, and rushed towards Brian in the center of the witch formation.
His warm, rapid breath fell on Brian's pale cheeks.
"how do you feel?"
Cyril asked in a low voice, his voice a little muffled.
Brian's slender fingers pressed lightly on the temple of his forehead.
He opened his lips slowly, and just wanted to say something to comfort Cyril, but he swallowed the words again, lowered his eyelashes, covered his dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "It hurts."
The magnetic voice has a bit of pretence to be strong, and the tail seems to be shaking slightly.
After Brian finished speaking, he slowly put down his hand.
Afterwards, he raised his eyes to look at Cyril, and there was no sense of disobedience in the appearance of this weak patient.
Cyril was stunned for a moment, then frowned distressedly.
His white fingers landed on Brian's forehead and slowly pressed them for him.
"Is it better now?"
Cyril's voice became softer and softer, as if he was coaxing a child who was hurting when he fell.
Brian's eyes fell from Cyril's eyes to his soft lips, and stayed for a while.
Then he raised his chin slightly and remained calm.
Why does it feel like Brian is acting like a spoiled brat with himself
Also weird.
Cyril blinked at the other's slightly raised narrow eyebrows.
He finally decided to continue following his boyfriend who was still recovering.
So, Cyril leaned forward slightly.
He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the corner of Brian's lips with a touch of water, with a touch of shyness and consolation.
Brian felt the soft and smooth lips of the little rose brush past, and the delicate touch was like the soft and tender jelly that the other party always likes to eat.
This action, like throwing a small spark in his heart, quickly ignited.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and took Cyril into his arms.
Cyril was caught off guard, and his whole body fell onto Brian.
He subconsciously spread his legs, sandwiched between Brian's tight waist and abdomen, while his thighs sat on the man's lap.
Cyril's first reaction was: Don't crush his newly repaired boyfriend.
When he looked down, his cheeks flushed crimson - this posture? ?
Cyril wanted to stand up immediately, as if his hands and feet were burned.
However, as soon as he opened a little distance, he was hugged back by the handsome man under him.
Brian hooked Cyril's neck with one hand and his waist with the other, then raised his head and licked and kissed Cyril's lips little by little.
He was clearly still sitting on the witch formation, but he still had a palpitating sense of aggression and oppression.
Brian first rubbed Cyril's lips warmly and lingeringly, sucking and licking.
It was so gentle that she kissed the little rose a little dizzy.
Then, the cunning Mr. Wizard took the opportunity to pry open the sweet lips of the little lover, poked into the other's mouth, and intertwined with his lips.
The numbness suddenly spread from the tip of the tongue all over the body.
The heartbeat was also intensifying rapidly, one after another, as if it was ringing next to Cyril's eardrum, "puff, puff, puff", making people more and more dizzy.
The surrounding temperature seemed to be accelerating, and Cyril felt that his body was constantly steaming.
The owl looked at this scene with wide eyes and shook his head.
"young people."
It sighed in a low voice.
At this point, the owl's colorful feathers had all faded, turning into a very dull gray.
"Think back to when Brewster and I..."
Tours Ogg murmured, and the whole owl seemed to have lost its supporting magic.
Brian kissed Cyril until his cheeks were so red that he seemed to be out of breath before moving his lips away.
He can feel his current physical state is unprecedentedly comfortable.
There is no longer the strange feeling that the body and the soul are separated, and the soul is like a puzzle that has been reassembled, and it fits perfectly.
Brian turned to look at Tours Auger and thanked him.
At the same time, he could also see that since they brought back the news of Brewster, the wizard's will stored in the owl began to flow away rapidly, and now there is not much left.
"You go."
The owl grabbed Brewster's manuscript and flew out of here.
"You have my gift, young men. You can come here anytime and take care of Brewster's herb garden!"
Its old voice drifted into the air.
Cyril watched the owl figure go away, and then looked down at the boyfriend under him again.
He glared at Brian fiercely, but he didn't know that at this moment he was looking like a furious kitten.
"So, are you recovering now? Are you still feeling unwell?"
Cyril raised his voice and asked.
He paused, then quickly added: "Don't pretend!"
Brian stood up with Cyril in his arms.
"I feel healthier than ever, my dear."
The low voice of the necromancer fell on Cyril's ear.
There seemed to be a faint smile in his magnetic voice, which made his ears numb.
Cyril nodded calmly.
"Oh. Let's go back to the academy now."
He cleared his throat and pretended to be unmoved and calm.
Brian hooked the corners of his mouth and continued, "Even the magic power is even stronger than before."
After he said that, he pulled Cyril's arm and rubbed it gently with his fingertips.
A white light appeared, and the stubborn red mark on Cyril's arm disappeared without a trace, as if it had been erased by something.
The previously injured arm regained its fairness and smoothness.
Brian lightly touched the tip of Cyril's delicate nose and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you happy for me?"
Cyril squinted at the man's smiling eyes, his expression stagnant.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore, no longer sullen, but a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.
Bright eyes, eyebrows curved.
When he returned to Snowberg Wizarding Academy again, Cyril felt like he had been away for a long time.
Obviously only seven days have passed, but too many things have happened during this period.
Cyril and Brian were on their way back to the Rose Cottage.
He suddenly heard an excited shout from a spire not far away: "Ah ah ah! I have successfully been promoted to a wizard! Ah ah ah ah! I finally waited for this day!!"
Cyril was stunned when he heard the words, and stopped unconsciously.
From a long distance, just listening to this excited voice, he could feel the overjoyed and ecstatic emotions of this new wizard.
Many wizard apprentices stuck their heads out of the surrounding dormitories and looked at the source of the sound.
Numerous discussions also rang out.
"It seems that another wizard apprentice has successfully been promoted to wizard!"
"How many is this? I returned to the academy three days ago."
"It seems that this wizard apprentice grading trial is very exciting to everyone..."
"He is really lucky. I don't know how long it will take for me to be recognized by the will of the plane. It is clear that my magic and spiritual power have reached the standard."
…
Cyril listened to the emotions of these wizard apprentices, he thought of his physical data, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
He asked the system to open the data and took another look:
[Name: Cyril Lawrence
Age: 18
Stamina: 500
Strength: 500
Mental Power: 7777
Mana: 5555
Achievement: The Rumored Great Demon Lord of the Secret Realm
Description: You, successfully left a classic rumor among the wizard apprentices of the Seven Wizarding Colleges.
Young man, I know you are desperate to be promoted to wizarding right now. So, start your smart little brain and think about it, how can you deepen your bond with this wizarding world, you need to have a more sense of belonging to this world. Since you have successfully left the list, friendly reminder - if a handsome guy is in front of his eyes, it is a sin not to sleep. ] Cyril choked, pretending not to see the system's friendly reminder.
However, he did remember what Brian had said to himself: "Promotion to a wizard requires the recognition of the will of the plane, and this is not necessarily to make any outstanding achievements, but to deepen your bond with the wizarding world. ."
Deepen your bond with the wizarding world...
Cyril could indeed feel that he was so close to being promoted to a wizard.
It was a mysterious and mysterious premonition, like an apple hanging on a branch. He only needed to jump a little higher to pick it off.
Cyril's eyes fell on the distant scenery, the endless snow-capped mountains pierced into the sky, still like when he first arrived.
The smoky gray tower of the ancient castle tower is still solemn and solemn, and time quietly records the days when he used to study magic in the wizard's tower.
Suddenly, Cyril saw a wizard apprentice flying out of one of the spires like a cannonball.
The other party sat on a blade that became the size of a small blanket, and the blade carried him to the wizarding tower of the academy.
Cyril immediately realized that this was the newly promoted wizard who was successfully promoted - this wizard was humming a cheerful tune.
Cyril turned his head to look at Brian, "Do you need to go back to the office to receive him?" He pointed to the new wizard who had gone away.
"Christina will take care of this."
Brian said lightly.
He didn't even look at the man, his face was full of "What does this new wizard have to do with me?"
"You'll be a full-fledged wizard soon."
As if he knew what Cyril was thinking, Brian raised his hand after speaking, and his slender fingers rubbed Cyril's soft hair gently.
"Believe me."
He gave Cyril a deep look.