Necromancers Guide to Magic

Benjamin's mind now is all thinking about how he should leave here safely.

Or he should pretend to have found nothing, and then opened the door and walked to Mr. Corolla and said, "Sir, the stick in your hand is so beautiful! Is this your baton?"

God, Benjamin thought he would collapse if he asked this sentence!

So, how could he leave without knowing it now?Benjamin doesn't change his mind, he always forgets to learn it (actually, Benjamin just can't learn it temporarily).

Or, he crawled out of the window, which is indeed a way.But if this method succeeds, it's good to say. If it fails, Benjamin can even imagine that he won't be able to explain why he chose to climb the window for no reason.

Who knows if there are any strange plants planted under the windows in such a dark wizard's house!

Benjamin was walking around in the piano room. He was absolutely impossible to try head-on. This was undoubtedly speeding up his death.

Benjamin put the wand back in his pocket and sat back in front of the piano.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Benjamin tried his best to calm himself down. After all, he had already died once, and yes, even if he died again, he would have earned more than many people.

What he has to do now is to calm down his mood.

"Benjamin, are you inside?" Mr. Corolla asked softly. If Benjamin hadn't overheard their conversation just now, he couldn't even connect this man with the cruel dark wizard under Grindelwald.

"Yes, Mr. Corolla, I, I accidentally practiced so late, I'm so sorry!"

Benjamin opened the door of the piano room while talking.

The two looked at each other, Mr. Corolla was gentle and calm, Benjamin panicked.

One person tried to conceal that he had discovered the truth and was playing a timid noble boy, and the other thought that the boy had not discovered the truth and was playing a kind music teacher.

So the two were surprised to find that their movements turned out to be so in sync.

"Don't be afraid, boy, I don't know how to eat people, but I practice too seriously." Mr. Corolla walked into the piano room, he walked around the room, and then stopped behind Benjamin.

"Yes, sir, I, I just listened to Lucian, you don't have dinner here, so I..." Benjamin hadn't finished speaking, but he had been interrupted by Mr. Corolla standing behind him.

"So you worry that you don't have dinner anymore, are you? You really are a cute kid. From your appearance, it really doesn't look like a 12-year-old boy!"

"I haven't had my birthday yet..." Benjamin, the older young man, still cares about the accuracy of his age.

Mr. Corolla smiled and corrected his statement, "Well, 11 years old, that’s even less like it. But kid, you practiced for an afternoon. Yes, you practiced until dinner time. You should have A lot of progress, let me see how far you can reach now."

Although Mr. Corolla had a special smile, brilliant and gentle, it really made Benjamin a little uncomfortable.

He always felt that this man was hiding a knife in his smile.

"Sir, I still don't want to play, I have no talent, my performance is all noise..."

Benjamin was interrupted by Mr. Corolla again. This behavior really didn't look like an elegant gentleman.

"Child, I have never been afraid of noise. When I first started practicing music, my neighbors complained about me, and they even wanted to take me to court!"

Benjamin smiled cooperatively, and then sat down in front of the piano.

Benjamin’s hands are beautiful,

If you can use a mute magic, and then just watch Benjamin's simple playing, it is still very pleasing to the eye.

"Child, it seems that your practice, um, is not that serious? Have you ever left the piano room secretly? Or you accidentally opened the door of the piano room?"

Mr. Corolla pressed harder step by step, Benjamin took a step back subconsciously, he didn't know if Mr. Corolla had seen through his cover!

"Don't be afraid, I'm just joking." Mr. Corolla suddenly relaxed, and then went on to become that gentle musician.

"Sir, then, can I go home? If my mother knows that I haven't got home yet so late, she will definitely be angry, sure!"

Benjamin insisted that he has stepped out of the threshold of the piano room with one foot now. Thanks to Merlin, there is no dangerous mechanism on this threshold.

"Forget it all!"

Mr. Corolla broke out suddenly. When Benjamin's face turned pale, he took out his wand and used this magic.

Benjamin thought he would definitely be recruited, and then forgot everything that happened today.

Then something helped him block this spell.

Just when Mr. Corolla's Forgotten Curse was about to fall on Benjamin, Nana turned out to help Benjamin block the attack quickly.

How she managed to fly out of her chest pocket invisibly, Benjamin didn't know.

Perhaps, this is the talent gained after becoming a vampire?

Benjamin vaguely remembered what the vampire Dracula said.

Although Benjamin was very worried about Nana's safety, it was not the time to think about this. Benjamin had to pretend to be stunned and lost his memory.

Fortunately, Mr. Corolla had full confidence in his magic. He didn't even glance at Benjamin, but like a musician, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his wand.

At this time, the butler had already arrived in front of Mr. Corolla. He crouched and said in a hoarse voice:

"Master, what did this kid do? Did he overhear the master's conversation?"

Mr. Corolla sneered, completely not the only way he was when talking to the black-robed wizard.

"He, I don't know if he has eavesdropped, but it's just in case. And my forgetting spell is very accurate. When he wakes up, he will only remember that he fell asleep while practicing in the piano room. When he wakes up, you go and prepare the car for him, and then send him back to Dwych Manor. His parents, we must not be alarmed now."

After Mr. Corolla gave his orders, he left.