Barrow the Bloody Man smiled with relief as he saw his master fall asleep. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Benjamin, who used to stay in his laboratory every day, would rather skip meals than refine corpses, was simply a model in the industry.

Life at school always flies, and by the end of the first week of the most basic lessons, most of the students are familiar with it.

A lot of people have a lot better senses for Benjamin, at least Benjamin isn't a squib, he's not stupid, and he's not smart, at least they think so.

Draco was indeed very smart, but for these little kids, a lot of what he got was jealousy.

And not the so-called friendship, as with Benjamin.

Admittedly, Benjamin didn't like this slimy friendship, which reminded him of slugs.

The only thing that made Benjamin feel bad was definitely the Quidditch class.

Quidditch, strange name, this was Benjamin's first thought after seeing it.

Then, without him asking, the boys around him began to get excited about the course.

Draco, for example, well, he always took the trouble to pull Benjamin and complain, "Why don't you say Slytherin school team recruits first-year students? They're stupid, they don't know how well I play Quidditch, you have to know how ...... I used to be"

"Alright, Draco, I know, I know you once rode a broomstick and dodged a Muggle helicopter. What I'm trying to say is, how are you not sure that it was the plane that avoided you. ”

Aside from the haughty Slytherins, the Gryffindors were also excited about the upcoming Quidditch lesson.

Benjamin heard Frank say that the red-nosed Weasley, Ron, would pull the untired people to brag that he had been dealing with broomsticks since he was born. (Benjamin: "Oh, I thought he was a natural cleaner.") ”）

Of course, this frenzy was incomprehensible to Frank, who felt that football was better than Quidditch.

So he and Ron got into an argument about football, and Ron almost popped the Arsenal poster with his wand!

Benjamin, of course, didn't know what football was.

So when they were a group of excited freshmen, maybe the excited boys came to the venue where they were in class, a flat grass. Not far from the meadow is the forbidden forest.

With a gentle breeze and scattered sunshine, Benjamin bets it's definitely a date mecca. However, he is a sun-hating necromancer.

"Haha, Benjamin, you'll see later, I'm sure I'll be able to make a big splash in front of Potter!" Draco said triumphantly.

Benjamin glanced at him, a little confused, why did he emphasize Potter, if it weren't for the fact that Draco hated Potter, Benjamin would have thought he was pursuing Potter.

Gryffindor stood not far from them, the two men staring at each other as if they were separated by a river.

It's funny. Benjamin snickered, and Frank winked at Benjamin over there. Standing next to him was Miss Hermione Granger, who looked flustered.

Benjamin saw that she also had a copy of Quidditch in her hand. What a girl, well, very studious.

Benjamin quickly took his gaze back, because their teacher, well, Mrs. Hooch, was a short-haired woman. There are a pair of yellow eyes, a bit like the eyes of an eagle.

However, she herself is not as stern as she seems.

Mrs. Hodge walked over and pointed to the broomsticks that were neatly placed on the ground.

"Everyone, at my command, walked to the broomstick. All right, children, stretch out your right hand, put it on top of the broom, and follow me, get up!" said Mrs. Hooch.

Sure enough, the broomstick, which was still on the ground, immediately flew into Mrs. Hodge's palm as if it understood.

Benjamin was shocked to see it, broomstick, it turns out that it can still be used for riding?

He knew that the Flying Charm was a very important magic in his world. However, only intermediate magicians can learn it.

Poor Benjamin's means of transportation all along has been a dilapidated carriage.

Taking a deep breath, Benjamin followed the example of Mrs. Hodge, looked at the broom at his feet, and said in a deep voice, "Get up!"

Fortunately, the broom flew firmly into his hand. Benjamin pretended to be calm and glanced around with his peripheral vision, a little disappointed that most of them had succeeded in picking up the broomsticks.

Except for a few girls.

"Very well, the next thing I'm going to teach you is the correct posture. You need to be like me, riding a broomstick and not slipping off it. Mrs. Hodge swept through everyone's movements, then pointed out their shortcomings.

Almost everyone was singled out, including Draco.

"Mr. Ludwig, don't be nervous, take it easy, your movements are standard. Mrs. Hodge walked up to Benjamin's side at some point and said softly.

Benjamin's face turned red for a moment, but he quickly controlled his expression and let Mrs. Hodge block him. Such an embarrassment cannot be seen by others!

"Yes, ma'am, it's my first time playing this. Benjamin whispered, and Mrs. Hodge gave him an appreciative smile.

"Alright, you wait for me to whistle now. As soon as I whistle, you kick your feet hard off the ground. Mrs. Hodge conjured a whistle and placed it in her hand. "Hold the broom steady, go up a few feet, lean forward slightly, and listen to my whistle, three...... 2. ......"

However, Neville Longbottom, the stupid and chubby-looking boy, was so nervous that before Mrs. Hodge could whistle, he glared hard and flew out!

"Oh my God! Longbottom! what is he doing!" said Hermione, surprised, covering her eyes to look at the image.

"Come back!, child!" said Mrs. Hodge in surprise, but unfortunately her words did not work. Neville rushed out like a wine cork that had been pulled out, leaving a parabola.

Benjamin watched Neville's face turn pale and slip off his broom in fear and fall to the ground. His broomstick, like that, flew all the way up, and then disappeared.

Neville let out a miserable cry as he fell to the ground.

And Mrs. Hooch looked at Neville, her face just as pale.

"Broken wrist. Benjamin took one look and understood what was going on. He works with corpses all day long, and he is all too familiar with the human body.

As expected, taking advantage of the panic of his classmates, Frank ran to Benjamin's side and asked in a low voice.

"Why didn't you save Neville just now, you could?"

"Mrs. Hooch is not saved. ”

She was stunned, but you, with a calm face. ”

"Kid, I thought you wouldn't be so Gryffindor when you turned into a zombie. Listen, I'll save him, I won't get any good, and he may be discovered. ”

"And he can't fall to his death......"