Necromancers Guide to Magic

After Benjamin returned to his room, he began to answer their letters seriously.

A very concise sentence.

"No problem, then we will see you next Wednesday! Your best friend, Benjamin Ludwig."

After all this was done, Benjamin summoned the arrogant Hai Dongqing from their family and tied both reply letters to his lap.

Hai Dongqing gave Benjamin an arrogant look, then stepped on Benjamin's face with his paw before willing to leave.

"What a big erratic bird! Sooner or later, I will make you a lich material."

Yes, Benjamin's next goal is to refine his own lich.

However, even if he has become an intermediate magician, without the support of corresponding books, Benjamin can only rely on his own groping on the road of refining necromantic creatures, all the way to the dark.

Therefore, during this period of time, he was only refining a pile of spiritual potions and life potions.

Only the latter failed.

As the opposite of death, Benjamin has not mastered its laws and cognition skillfully.

Time passed quickly. Benjamin woke up early in the morning and he heard Mr. Ludwig's somewhat dissatisfied voice.

"Benjamin, don't you come down soon! Have you forgotten the agreement with your classmates? Not being punctual is not done by a nobleman!"

Benjamin rubbed his head, put a few bottles of potion in his pocket, and then walked slowly.

Mr. Ludwig was already sitting at the dining table in a squat, with a spread out newspaper in his hand.

"What is this, father?" Benjamin said casually after taking the butter in front of him and spreading it on his slice of bread.

"Newspaper, don't you know? Boys don't want so much nonsense." Mr. Ludwig said grimly.

Benjamin wondered whether he had a cramp in his head or did he even agree to Mrs. Ludwig to let this man accompany him to Diagon Alley.

"Father, I can actually go to Diagon Alley alone." Benjamin tried to ask.

"Anyone?" Mr. Ludwig chuckled. "Are you going to tell me that you have learned how to change your shape, or are you going to use Floo powder? Or you want to take the subway?"

It's harder than me.Benjamin thought silently, but Floo fans, he didn't seem to have tried anything like this.

"Flood fan, I think I can try?" Benjamin said unwillingly.

After hearing this, Mr. Ludwig laughed thoroughly."No problem, if you want to use Floo powder so much, you can try it. I was as curious as you were when I was young." Mr. Ludwig's eyes revealed a hint of joy.

Benjamin suddenly found out under what circumstances this man would be very happy.It was when he behaved at his age.

However, Benjamin did not deliberately appear naive because of this.

This time, it was an exception.

Therefore, when Benjamin stood in front of the gorgeous fireplace in his home, and then took the lump of powder from Mr. Ludwig, he was still a little scared.

"Throw it in, read Diagon Alley, and then boldly jump in." Mr. Ludwig reminded calmly.

"What if I read it wrong?" Benjamin asked cautiously.

"Wrong reading? Oh, then you'll go somewhere else, maybe it's a wizard's house? But that's nothing, Benjamin, is it possible that you thought you were so unlucky that you would fall into the house of a dark wizard who eats children? "

Benjamin realized that it was difficult for him and this man to have a common language. He silently threw the powder in his hand into the fireplace, then silently clamped his arms, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Yes, Diagon Alley!"

Benjamin seemed to be sucked into a huge socket hole.His body seemed to be spinning rapidly... the whistling in his ears was deafening... He desperately tried to open his eyes, but the swirling green flame made him feel dizzy...

Until something hard hit his arm, Benjamin secretly tried to get his eyes, and he saw a dining table full of pies outside the stove.

Benjamin was dizzy, but fortunately he was not injured, but impatiently patted the dust off his clothes.Getting up cautiously, Benjamin began to observe the current situation.

But where is this, Benjamin is not familiar with it.

He seemed to be standing in front of the stone fireplace in a spacious and dim wizard's shop-but there seemed to be no possibility that the things here would be on the Hogwarts school shopping list.

In other words, the things above made Benjamin extremely excited, and he almost suspected that he had encountered another traverser.

On a mat in a glass box in the shop, there was a withered hand, a stack of blood-stained cards, and a sluggish glass eyeball.The hideous mask looked down on the wall, various human bones were placed on the counter, and rusty, pointed instruments hung from the ceiling.

Immediately afterwards, Benjamin could see that the dark and narrow alley outside the dusty shop window was definitely not Diagon Alley.

It seems that he was really hit by his father's crow mouth.He came to a separate place, but fortunately, it was not the home of a dark wizard.

Benjamin stood up, and after hesitating for a moment, he began to wander around the store.

A hunched man appeared behind the counter, stroking his shiny hair back.

After he saw Benjamin, he let out a few weird laughs, "My kid, didn't your parents tell you not to wander around in Mr. Borkin's shop?"

However, Benjamin calmly picked up a jar with a baby soaked in it and said to Mr. Bokin, "How do you sell this thing? A baby that died at birth? But it turned out to be a girl, which is a pity."

It was the first time Mr. Borkin saw such an undaunted guest. He cleared his throat and walked to Benjamin's side.

"Child, this thing is not an ornament! Don't wander around in Knockdown Alley, watch out for the dark wizards here anytime!"

To scare Benjamin, Mr. Borkin could even lower his voice.

"Oh, of course I know that it is not an ornament. But I heard that this thing can be used for refining medicine. Of course, it is said that if eaten raw, it can regenerate infertile women? Anyway, I don't care about this function. ." Benjamin put the jar down again.

He still hopes to find his favorite materials here.