Necromancers Guide to Magic

"Miss Parkinson, and Mr. Ludwig, I am afraid you need to leave here. Although the greenhouse is messed up by you."

Professor Sprout pushed them out mercilessly, and she didn't even notice a section of the crab claws exposed in Benjamin's pocket.

On the way back, Pansy just murmured, "Dumbledore? What does he have to do with Professor Sprout?"

Then he left the matter behind.

Benjamin was lost in thought. This sentence almost proved that Dumbledore had indeed involved every professor in order to protect the Sorcerer's Stone.

Hagrid's three-headed dog, Professor Sprout's Devil's Net.

Unexpectedly, Harry was mistakenly hit by mistake, and he was right.

This really surprised Benjamin.

"Well, Benjamin, you're in a daze again. You remember to give Draco Moonsilver Grass."

Benjamin let out Pansy.

The grinding of Moonsilvergrass was fairly simple. After roughly squeezing them into Draco's mouth, the boy who was flushed with redness and was in a coma so far finally recovered.

"Ben, Benjamin?"

Draco rubbed his head, it seemed unimaginable that it was Benjamin who appeared in front of him instead of Madam Pomfrey or his father.

"How could it be you, no, I mean, what the hell is going on with me, I remember I'm still in class, Professor Snape..."

Benjamin interrupted Draco and let him continue to remember, he didn't want to continue listening to nonsense.

"Yes, you were in class, but you suddenly fainted. However, your godfather, Professor Snape, announced that your last usual grade was zero."

Then our platinum nobleman, Draco was completely stunned.

Judging from his expression, Benjamin felt that perhaps he would rather continue to sleep on his own instead of waking up.

What a surprising realization.

"Merlin's socks! That's the potions class. If I just pass the potions class in the final exam, my father will scold me to death."

As for how sad Draco was, Benjamin had already turned and left.

If he remembers correctly, today is the last Quidditch game.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw game.

He just wanted to see if Professor Quirrell used any special methods for today's game.

"Hey! Benjamin, why did you watch the game alone today?"

Frank trot over excitedly. Behind him are still the indifferent Ron and Hermione who beckoned to Benjamin secretly.

"Oh, I, I just think the weather is good today. It would be a pity if you don't come out to get some sun."

Benjamin glanced at Harry in the match preparation area again, he looked trance.

"What happened to him, our savior?" Benjamin asked, pointing to Harry.

Frank said in a low voice, "I don't know, it's probably still being isolated by everyone, so I'm in a trance. And I guess, there is his own reason. Since he and you came back from the Forbidden Forest that day, his mouth has been hanging. , Voldemort and the Sorcerer's Stone."

Frank paused, then said:

"Benjamin, is it really Voldemort who wants the Philosopher's Stone? I heard Harry and Hermione say that Professor Snape was instructed by Voldemort."

Today's referee is Dumbledore, and Professor Snape is standing far away, but Benjamin believes that he is watching Professor Quirrell all the time.

Harry, Snape, Quirrell, these three people are really intricately related.

Benjamin smiled noncommitantly, "Really? I sometimes admire Harry's imagination. It's a shame that he didn't choose to be a writer."

And when Frank wanted to keep asking,

It is still Lee Jordan and Professor McGonagall in the live broadcast room.

Of course, what Professor McGonagall has to do is just remind Li at any time, "Please pay attention to your wording, Li!"

This may be the most boring Quidditch game Benjamin has ever seen.

Harry was wandering the court as if he had lost his soul. He was almost hit by a ghost ball directly from the broomstick.

Finally, the Golden Snitch was taken away by Qiu Zhang.

This is a fiasco for Gryffindor.

Every little lion looked down as if it had experienced a disaster.

They looked at each other, and apart from being able to scold a few words that Harry was not in the state, they had no common language.

"Harry is so pathetic."

Benjamin said to Frank who had been following him when he was leaving the playing field and preparing to return to the castle.

"I know, you mean he fell down from the clouds. Now no one says he is the savior, the pride of Gryffindor." Frank sighed, wondering if he thought of himself again. Recklessness in the beginning.

He actually admired Harry so much and despised Benjamin so much.

"Frank, I think you can go back. I believe that at this time, no one wants to see a Gryffindor follow Slytherin back to the lounge."

Benjamin reminded him kindly, and left in a hurry.

Of course it was the reason why he left in such a hurry. He saw Professor Quirrell walking in this direction.

Now Benjamin wants to put an end to contact with Professor Quirrell.

Avoid unnecessary troubles.

He even wanted to be like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

So when Draco came angrily, Benjamin leaned in subconsciously.

Professor Quirrell disappeared into the crowd.

"Benjamin! I finally found you, and you lied to me! I just ran to ask Professor Snape, but he told me that there was nothing like that!"

Draco said angrily, he was like a roaring dragon now.

"Of course, it's just a joke, Draco."

Benjamin had to show a decent smile, an angry child, always a terrible existence.

Draco snorted and said:

"For your purpose to help me find Moonsilver Grass, I forgive you. By the way, I just met Pepi Ghost, but strangely, I found it seemed to be singing. Of course, it still Five tone is not complete."

A look in Benjamin's eyes flashed clearly, but he still said with a smile:

"Really? It seems that music is really something worth spreading and promoting. It is so beautiful."

Draco was quickly brought over by Benjamin, "Aren’t you also practicing, singing, and bagpipes? When will you perform in front of us? I heard that Cirque du Soleil is coming to London soon. You might be able to find a position."

Benjamin didn't bother to talk to Draco.

"You may need to distinguish between musicals and concerts."