Necromancers Guide to Magic

Only Lockhart's words were quickly interrupted by Filch's cry.

Benjamin sighed fortunately. He didn't have much respect for this professor who obviously didn't have much real ability.

Filch still kept expressing his grief over the loss of Mrs. Loris.After Benjamin thought of Filch's experience, he immediately sympathized with the man in front of him.

And Harry looked at Dumbledore's expression very nervously.

He was worried about whether Dumbledore would fire himself.

Harry suddenly thought of his future, selling tractors in the London countryside.Maybe he should have a good relationship with Benjamin now. He has money in his family, maybe he can buy more.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Hermione couldn't help asking, seeing Harry's wandering expression.

"What, how many tractors do you want? No," Harry immediately waved his hand awkwardly. "I mean I'm a little nervous now. But we were innocent, right? I shouldn't be nervous."

Benjamin shook his head suddenly when he heard it. He really didn't know whether Harry should be naive or cute.

Just for Dumbledore's usual defense of Harry, Benjamin really didn't think this old man would believe Filch foolishly.

At this time, Dumbledore muttered some strange words in a low voice, a spell that Benjamin hadn't heard before.He tapped Mrs. Loris with his magic wand, but there was no response: Mrs. Loris was still lying there stiffly, like a specimen that had just been made.

"...I remember a very similar thing happened in Ouagadougou (the capital of the African country Burkina Faso)," Lockhart said seriously, not forgetting his charming smile, "a series of attacks. , There is a detailed record in my autobiography. At that time, I provided various amulets to the common people, and the problem was solved at once..."

"The professor is too good." Hermione showed nympho starry eyes, and Ron deliberately gagged on the side.

When Lockhart spoke, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall nodded in agreement.One of them even carried a hairnet.

"Do you think it's dead?" Benjamin wasn't quite sure what Dumbledore had called them over, and had a tea party around a cat?That's really boring, it's better to give him the corpse, maybe he can still use it to refine dead creatures.

"It's not dead, Filch," Dumbledore said softly, looking like he was answering Benjamin's question, and Draco shrugged helplessly.

Lockhart was counting how many murders he had prevented, and suddenly stopped.

"Isn't dead?" Filch choked and looked at Mrs. Loris through his fingers, "Then why is it all-stiff, as if frozen?"

"It's petrified," Dumbledore said ("Ah! I think so too!" Lockhart added), "But what is going on, I don't know..." Dumbledore sinks Soundtrack.

"Ask him!" Filch screamed, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Harry.He obviously didn't completely give up the accusation against Harry.

"It's impossible for a second-year student to do this," Dumbledore said firmly. "This requires the deepest dark magic—"

"But, but," Filch suddenly hid on the ground, his fingers scratching the ground fiercely, tears quietly falling from Filch's eyes that seemed to be always full of anger.

When Filch realized that there were students around, he lowered his head vigorously, then wiped away the tears."I should have known that this kid Benjamin is not going to lie." (Draco looked at Benjamin speechlessly and made a tsk.)

Hermione squeezed Ron's hand by her side, with a tremor in her voice.

"I think Filch is so pitiful, but who is going to deal with his cat? It's cruel!"

Ron shook his head. Although he sympathized with Filch, the thought of him letting himself scrub the trophy repeatedly in the prize showroom made his emotions fade.

"Who did it!" Filch suddenly thought of the writing on the wall. He rushed to Harry and shook Harry's body vigorously. "Then you must know who wrote the right words on the wall. No! They, their target must be me!"

"You? I don't know too much, Mr. Filch." Harry's face looked extremely weak, but Dumbledore quickly stopped Filch."When we arrived, there were already words on it. Moreover, I didn't even know what the goal was to clean it up."

Some instinct told Harry that he could definitely tell that he heard a certain voice.

"Principal, can you let me say a word," Seeing that the situation was so stalemate, Professor Snape stood up, his smile hidden in the shadows, making the three Gryffindors shudder.

But Draco was on the side, quietly giving Benjamin a popular science, "I only know that the targets of the successor should be mudbloods (both parents are Muggle wizards) and dumb guns. We are pure blood wizards, it is safe. "

"Do you still know a lot?" Benjamin asked suddenly, he was very curious about it.

"Me? Okay, not too much," Draco whispered. "I'll talk about it when I go back!"

Harry looked at Snape, and his mood suddenly fell to the bottom.Obviously Snape couldn't speak for him.

Dumbledore nodded and motioned for Snape to continue.

"Perhaps, Potter and his friends just shouldn't be in that place at that time," Snape said, his lips twisted with a sneer, as if he was deeply suspicious of it, "but we did encounter a series of Doubt. Why on earth did they go to the upper corridor? Why didn't they attend the Halloween party?"

Draco looked at Benjamin appreciatively. He obviously felt that Benjamin's decision to let them get in the crowd was very wise.At least he believed Professor Snape and would never mention anything that he and Benjamin did not show up either.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione scrambled to explain that they had gone to the death party."Hundreds of ghosts came, and they can prove that we are there—and, there are two seniors..."

Benjamin Draco couldn't help but step back.

"But after this, why not come to the party?" Snape said, his dark eyes gleaming in the candlelight."Why go to the upper corridor?"