Necromancers Guide to Magic

"Quick? Okay, why don't you think it's because I was angry that you didn't have a signature?" Benjamin asked curiously, as he sat aside and looked at Daphne with interest.

This girl seems to be different from his stupid female classmates.

Daphne chuckled, she closed the magazine gently and placed it on her thigh.

"You don't pay much attention to fame and wealth! I saw it last year, otherwise you might be as famous as Potter in this school." Daphne chuckled.

"I'm going back to bed." Benjamin did not answer Daphne directly, "remember to say it in advance next time."

"Ok! Benjamin, why are you like an old man! But you'd better make more potions during this time. I believe there will be various orders soon." Daphne said casually, and returned with Benjamin. Arrived in his bedroom.

"Huh, it's really troublesome." Benjamin was lying on the bed, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't touched his cauldron (except for the potions class).

Benjamin didn't have much idle time when he was disturbed by the secret room recently.

"Sir, you need to take a shower." Miss Skeleton reminded her softly, and quietly threw Benjamin's socks into the basin.

Benjamin's face blushed, and for a moment he felt that he had lived in vain for so many years, and ran into the bathroom in a panic.

When the hot water slowly ran down and slapped Benjamin's smooth body wantonly, his mood finally calmed down.

spider.

Inheritor.

Harry and the voice he heard.

Chickens that keep dying.

These originally unrelated things, but now because of the secret room, all appeared in front of Benjamin together.

"Perhaps, I should go and see those spiders."

Benjamin suddenly had this crazy idea, but he seemed to be happier instead.

What does a great scientist need?It is the passion that never stops!

After thinking about this, Benjamin was finally able to enjoy the shower to the fullest...

On the second day, Benjamin got up a little bit late. He attributed it to the fact that the shower last night was too comfortable, which improved his sleep quality a lot.

After a quick breakfast, Draco sat next to Benjamin, holding a copy of "Walk with a Female Ghost" in his hand.

"Sometimes, I think we are really stupid." Draco commented sharply.

Although a little surprised, Benjamin said in agreement, "Because you never know how stupid a person can be, no one can realize their stupidity."

"You two, what are you talking about! I thought I was not taking a Defense Against the Dark Arts class! Of course, this class is just as stupid!" Pansy scratched his hair like a broken bobcat.

Daphne, who was sitting next to her, smiled lightly, "You don't know, the two of them are always like this. They seem to be smart by saying things we don't understand."

"Daphne, you are so cute!" Pansy gave Daphne an exaggerated hug.

Lockhart was standing on the podium and asked Harry to act as a werewolf. He was holding a wand, pointing at Harry, and said triumphantly, "Harry, after I use magic, you will It’s time to just fall."

"Merlin's beard, I was wrong, we were actually in drama class!"

Pansy has collapsed.

In the entire classroom, the only one who can still be interested in Lockhart is basically the fan group headed by Hermione.

"It's stupid," Draco snorted. "I'm talking about Potter. I have never seen a werewolf as ugly as him."

"You used to like this." Benjamin said at first sight.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Harry suddenly cried from the podium.

"Oh, my God, this, this is so embarrassing!" Pansy said excitedly, although Benjamin could not see any embarrassment from Pansy's face, only excitement.

Although Daphne wants to laugh too, she has always been very reserved in public.

"Harry should be quite experienced. Or talented." Daphne said lightly.

"Good scream, Harry—too much—and then, believe it or not, I swooped over—like this—threw him down with a bang—this—I used one hand to push him Pressed on the ground-holding the wand in the other hand, against his throat-and then I slowed down and used the remaining strength to cast a very complex humanoid spell in a place in Romania-the werewolf issued There was a miserable moan—Harry, then he called out—higher, harder, and more painful—very good—the hair on his body disappeared—the big fangs retracted—he became again A person. Simple and effective-another village will always remember me as a hero, and I freed them from the panic of being attacked by werewolves once a month."

At this time the school bell rang and Lockhart stood up.

"It's a pity, I'm still going to continue to enjoy Potter's performance." Draco said very meanly.

"The highlight of this class." Benjamin summed it up briefly. He saw Potter dangled on it uncharacteristically, and Hermione and Ron shoved past.

Benjamin noticed that there was a small note in Hermione's hand, although he could not see what was written on it.

"Homework: Write a poem about my victory over Wagga Wagga! The best written one will get several copies of "The Magical Me" autographed by the author!"

Lockhart announced loudly before everyone was gone.

"Miss know-it-all goes up again, and Lockhart is lucky to have a student like him." Draco added, and turned and left.

Benjamin knew why he was so urgent. Tomorrow was Gryffindor and Slytherin's Quidditch match, and Draco took this very seriously.

I heard that Lucius will also appear tomorrow.

After thinking about it, as a substitute, he should also pay attention.Benjamin followed Draco.

In the dressing room, both of them were changing clothes. Draco said to Benjamin, "Have you mentioned this to Mr. Ludwig? He will definitely be very happy for your first performance."

"Isn't I a substitute? Maybe I won't play, or I don't have to." Benjamin immediately refused.

However, Draco was stunned, stopped his movements, and asked in a bit of surprise, "Didn't they tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Benjamin said puzzledly, his expression looking really confused.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall has something to do with tomorrow's game, so you will explain with Gryffindor's foolishness."