Necromancers Guide to Magic

Dumbledore blinked. He often felt like a child for Benjamin.

"Oh, boy, I think you have misunderstood. In fact, I have every reason to believe that there is a reason for you to do this." Dumbledore smiled, like a kind old man."I wonder if you can tell me what is the reason?"

Lockhart, who had taken out his socks, was a little frustrated, but after hearing Dumbledore's words, he looked a little disappointed.

"That's it," Benjamin and Harry said together again about what Lockhart had done.

After Dumbledore had finished listening, he touched his long, gray beard."What an amazing story, it seems that Professor Lockhart, I need to report you to the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore seemed to remember something suddenly, and he laughed.

"By the way, Mr. Malfoy is outside, and I think we can give him Professor Lockhart." Dumbledore turned to Benjamin with a smile, "Mr. Ludwig, can I trouble you?"

Benjamin nodded, "No problem, sir." He understood that Dumbledore should be trying to disengage him, and then talk to Harry alone.

When he left Harry, Benjamin was worried.He had no doubt that Harry would tell Dumbledore about his abnormality.

Benjamin sighed and used his wand to direct Lockhart out of the door when he was tied up. Benjamin saw Lucius Malfoy outside the door.

He still wore a gorgeous dress, like an elegant nobleman.

It's just that from his expression, he is not so happy, on the contrary there is a hint of anger.

"Mr. Malfoy," Benjamin greeted politely, "He is our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Guidro Lockhart. Maybe he should be sent to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation."

Lucius took a look at Benjamin, and didn't ask much, "Well, I know." After speaking, he left with Lockhart.

Benjamin, exhausted, returned to the Slytherin common room.

There, he met a group of unexpected people.

Of course, they were all familiar classmates, but they looked at themselves in surprise.

"Benjamin! We have heard that you went to the secret room alone for your friends!"

"Yeah, and you came out safely, so you repelled the heir to the secret room?"

Benjamin felt a little ridiculous when he saw these enthusiastic classmates.It looks like a group of Slytherins, it is obviously a group of Gryffindors!

"Um, I wonder if I am in the wrong place, you are Slytherin!" Benjamin scratched his head, looking helpless.

Draco leaned against the wall with a cynical look. He glanced at Benjamin, "Yeah, so I don't understand what they are celebrating! For others, even for his own life, a smart Slytherin is It can't be done."

"But Draco," Daphne walked to Benjamin's side, and she cast a cleansing charm on Benjamin's body."We Slytherin also value friendship the most."

"Well, whatever you say, but you'll be fine if you are not dead." Draco shrugged, obviously not wanting to continue the topic.

After saying goodbye to the enthusiastic crowd, Benjamin quickly returned to his room.

There is no doubt that what he needs now is a good rest.

After Benjamin woke up, it was already the second day after the banquet ended.

At the banquet, Gryffindor, who won a large number of points rewards at once, had already locked in this year's Academy Cup in advance.

After mourning Frank deeply, Professor McGonagall announced another disappointing, no, desperate news.

"Classmates, what I need to remind you is that in a week, it will be the final exam."

"What, final exam? Fred, I heard it right?" George Weasley fell to the ground exaggeratedly, motionless, as if he had been petrified."I would rather just lie in the infirmary like this!"

Most people are complaining that they spent this semester in fear of the secret room.As a result, Professor McGonagall actually told them that the final exams were as usual, which simply made life worse than death!

More and more people have begun to envy the students lying in the infirmary.

But Professor McGonagall also announced the good news that Professor Sprout's mandela grass is mature, and the victims can wake up.

"I bet they would rather just sleep like this after the final exam." Fred Weasley vowed.

"So, we still have a week to review." Benjamin finished listening to Pansy's narration while eating."I think I haven't learned anything this semester, especially the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Yes," Pansy glanced disgustingly at Lockhart's position (Lockhart's deeds were reported by Daphne's "Moon" in the first place. It was one earlier than the Daily Prophet Hours.), "Fortunately, our Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year does not require a final exam."

Daphne was flipping through a notebook at this time. Benjamin took a look, somewhat curious, "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, I'm here. I'm preparing for the third grade selection. By the way, Pansy seems to have forgotten to tell you." Daphne smiled, then lowered her head again.

"Choose courses? Okay, I think I can choose all courses." Benjie was obviously not pressured.

"You are such a pervert!" Pansy showed a horrified expression. She didn't understand how there could be such a monster by her side.

"I also decided to choose them all." Draco agreed immediately.

Pansy shook her head sharply. She was wrong. There were two such monsters beside her.

"If you want to have a good future in the future," Daphne raised her head, "In fact, choosing all courses is the best decision."

God, Pansy is already lying on the ground, why are all such monsters around her!

After a meal, a person walked over and she looked in a good mood.

"Benjamin," Hermione greeted Benjamin enthusiastically, not knowing if it was because Benjamin saved a group of Gryffindors, the contradiction between the two colleges seemed to ease.At least Hermione could walk to Slytherin's long table like no one."Um, I'm here to thank you."

"You should thank Professor Sprout." Benjamin said honestly.

"You know what I mean," Hermione smiled brightly, "I misunderstood you, you are a very good friend."