Voldemort had already arrived in front of Benjamin, and he could even see Voldemort's strangely shaped nostrils. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Well, that's not the point, the point is that Benjamin's wand is already in Voldemort's hand.

At this time, the soy sauce trio is really only left with amazement, worry and onlookers.

The main fighting forces, Draco and Hermione, have been directly thrown to the point that they can't lift their wands.

As for Harry, he was now in a fugue state. Ever since he saw Voldemort, his forehead had been aching, piercing to the bone.

He can barely stand up straight now, which is already a very strong self-control.

"Benjamin, your wand is in my hand now. You can cast spells without a wand, but at such a close distance, are you sure you can avoid being interrupted by me?"

Voldemort glanced at the vampire bat on Benjamin's shoulder again and chuckled, "This little thing is mine." I'm still looking forward to having an adult vampire. ”

Although Benjamin has no wand and no magic power, he can use melee combat at such a close distance.

This was something Voldemort had not thought of anyway.

How could there be a wizard who is proficient in melee combat, such rude behavior!

He felt that if Dumbledore rolled over and gave him a roundhouse kick one day, it would definitely drive him crazy.

Benjamin, however, is a wizard who doesn't play by the rules.

He jerked his knee against Voldemort's abdomen (actually Professor Quirrell's body, though Voldemort will be used for narrative purposes), and then grabbed Voldemort's left hand.

Suddenly, Voldemort screamed, the other side of Voldemort to be exact, and Professor Quirrell screamed.

"It hurts!"

Voldemort, however, commanded rudely:

"Catch him, idiot!"

Professor Quirrell, however, hid on the ground, and a series of blisters appeared on his hand where Benjamin had grabbed him.

Benjamin's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand where Professor Quirrell's weaknesses were.

His skin, which was not covered by his robes, seemed to be very sensitive. As long as people accidentally touch it, it will become red and swollen, and then blisters will grow.

Benjamin smiled and began to sneak up on Professor Quirrell with his own hands.

By the end, Professor Quirrell, who had blisters all over his body, was rolling on the ground. His mouth kept screaming.

One flipped, revealing Voldemort's face again.

His face was completely devoid of his previous calmness, only anger. He said a deep incantation to Benjamin.

Benjamin didn't even have time to dodge, already. Fell asleep.

The boundless darkness enveloped Benjamin, and he seemed to be in a dream?

It's just that this dream is quite real, and he is standing in a strange place.

The people around him didn't look like British, and certainly not Germans, much less from Benjamin's world.

They wore sunglasses, had a camera in their hands, and walked over to Benjamin.

"Are you a wizard? I thought there were only vampires and no wizards in Romania!"

Then they smiled and pressed the shutter.

Benjamin left groggily, and he came to Romania.

In other words, this is the home of the legendary vampire?

"Hello sir, are you a tourist here? Of course, I gotta say, you're so cool!"

A local resident was similarly attracted by Benjamin's outfit and happily handed him a map.

Benjamin glanced at the map in his hand, Transylvania?

If he remembered correctly, he had seen this place in some old saga novels.

Of course, most of the stories related to it are supernatural stories, such as vampires.

On top of that, Professor Quirrell mentions this place, Transylvania, every time he mentions how he fought vampires in Romania.

Could it be said?

Benjamin had a vague guess in his mind, albeit a very bold one.

He took the map and walked into a Muggle clothing store. I touched his pocket, and the wand was still there, and the Philosopher's Stone was there.

The only thing that doesn't have is money.

It's just that he continues to wear such clothes to show off on the streets, and Benjamin feels that he will be mistaken for a madman.

But he doesn't have any money!

That's a problem!

One clerk blinked her eyes when she saw Benjamin, then rubbed her hand several times to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

"Oh my God, you, are you an actor? Oh my God, are you an actor in a recent vampire TV series?"

The clerk walked over excitedly, looked at him closely, and then said disappointedly, "Oh my God, you're not a vampire. Are you here to buy clothes?"

Benjamin nodded, he wasn't very used to being approached by Muggles, especially so enthusiastically.

"Yes, I'm here to buy clothes. However, I didn't have any money with me. ”

A woman around her and the child she was holding in her hand laughed involuntarily.

The clerk gave Benjamin an angry look, and then said:

"Don't bring any money, sir, we're not a reality show here, we're not a charity! You can leave, thank you! ”

"I'm a wizard. "Benjamin is standing there, he's not a poor guy who needs charity!

Sorcerer?

This is probably the funniest joke that visitors to this store have ever heard.

"Wizard, I already know who you are, you're a madman. Your doctor let you out like that, he's a ......."

However, the clerk did not finish her words, for a skeleton had already pierced her throat with the iron sword in its hand.

Benjamin figured out in a split second that this was a dream, this was an illusion. He will not be constrained in whatever he does here.

In that case, why would he be teased like a fool by a bunch of Muggles?

Benjamin smiled coldly, watching the crowd that was still laughing just now running out in a swarm.

Some of the slower runners have been dealt with by the skeletons summoned by Benjamin.

In the dream, his strength seems to have become a lot stronger.

The store manager stood in front of the computer and used his fat body to protect the cash drawer.

"What are you going to do! Don't come here, I'll call the police right away!"

"Call the police, sir, I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity. ”

A white bone came out of the manager's mouth, and it was covered in blood.

Benjamin walked out of the clothing store and began to wonder how he should get out of this dream.

If he's not mistaken, it's all the cursed devil!