Benjamin and Draco walked to the dining room noisily, and saw Harry, who was not very good-looking, and Hermione, who was excited, and Ron, who had been happy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And, of course, there's Frank, who is eager to come over and chat with Benjamin.

"What are you worried about Baby Potter, do you think you're going to go home because you did too bad?" Draco asked with interest.

Benjamin, however, didn't really want to answer his stupid question.

However, Benjamin speculated that Harry's cause of concern had something to do with the Philosopher's Stone.

In fact, Benjamin has already made plans, and tonight, he will go to the fourth floor to try it out.

The students were in a state of excitement just after the exam, and Filch would definitely not be able to manage it alone.

He can sneak in when the time comes

It's just that a person's words will not be a little unsafe?

Forget it, Benjamin denied himself what he had just thought.

If the person you're bringing with you is a burden (like Frank), it's likely to be self-defeating.

After a quick plate of tender beef and a glass of fresh pumpkin juice, Benjamin left the restaurant.

He needed to go to the dorm room and get something.

"Benjamin, you're going back to your dorm? There's an exam coming soon. Draco cautioned that while he wanted Benjamin to miss the exam, he would have been missing a strong competitor on his way to first place.

"Don't worry, I'm not late. ”

Benjamin said a few words and hurried away.

Of course, he didn't take Miss Skeleton with him when he went back to the dormitory, although he really wanted to think that this skeleton's combat power was actually quite strong.

He's going to take with him the goblin called Twitter.

Goblins are best at finding treasures, and there is no doubt that if Dumbledore did hide the Philosopher's Stone, goblins would be of great use.

In addition to this, Benjamin also brought the potions he usually made himself, and there were many poisonous and corrosive potions here.

There used to be a class of necromancers who were particularly fond of attacking with a variety of extremely lethal potions.

After making all the preparations, Benjamin arrived at the classroom for the exam.

Probably the reason for the last exam, most of the students seemed relaxed and calm.

They no longer worry about their grades at this time, and they start to discuss what they can do during the summer vacation.

For example, going to the Quidditch World Cup?

For example, going to the mall in Paris and accompanying your mother to the streets?

All in all, the entertainment life of wizards is still very rich.

As for Benjamin, he had a lot more plans. If he gets the Philosopher's Stone, he doesn't have to worry about the curse in his body, and he may consider going to Egypt to look for traces of the lich there.

Of course, he could also go to Romania to study the difference between bloodlines and vampires.

Most likely, Mrs. Ludwig was left at home, and then, like a nobleman, traveled around, so that the Ludwig family could gain a better foothold in England.

As we all know, summer is always a season for socializing and politics.

"Start the exam. ”

Professor Binns said lazily, and then he seemed to fall asleep again.

This ghost, who has lived for an unknown number of years, always watches groups of wizards grow up like this, and then leaves.

Benjamin began to write hard after opening the test paper, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There is no doubt that the above questions are all reviewed by him a long time ago.

Even the last question about which wizards invented the fully automatic mixing crucible, which Miss Granger had specifically asked him.

The rustle of quills echoed through the classroom, and Benjamin sat by the window, watching the sun fall on the grass, leaving dappled shadows of light.

He exhaled.

It's been a year since he came into this world.

Benjamin left the classroom after handing in his papers.

Actually, not much time was given to him, and if he wasn't mistaken, today would be an excellent day for Professor Quirrell as well.

Not to mention, Benjamin didn't see Dumbledore in the teacher's seat during lunch.

He had to get the Philosopher's Stone before Professor Quirrell did.

If he can't get it, Benjamin has already prepared the means to get out. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a smile that was bound to win.

It's just that if you focus on one thing, maybe all your attention will be on that and ignore the others.

Now, for example, Benjamin didn't even notice that there was actually a man behind him.

It's just that the man was so cautious that he didn't even make a sound, and kept a certain distance from Benjamin.

As Benjamin made his way to the fourth-floor hallway, the man's breathing was noticeably quicker.

Benjamin glanced around, both buttons of his shirt were shaking restlessly.

There is no doubt that both buttons were made by Benjamin by magic.

One is a vampire bat and the other is a goblin.

"Be quiet, you guys, don't mess with me!"

Benjamin whispered, and after making sure that there was no one behind him, he picked up his wand and cautiously walked around the corner.

He saw the terrible three-headed dog of hell.

It was bigger than the three-headed dog he had imagined, and each of its heads opened its mouth wide and drooled incessantly.

Of course, Benjamin could even smell the stench in their mouths.

Benjamin immediately retreated and hid himself behind a pillar.

Without Hagrid's reminder, Benjamin couldn't even imagine how he would have gotten through this ugly monster.

He was worried that he would be torn to pieces by the three-headed dog of hell before he even used his magic.

The Three-Headed Hellhound hadn't seen Benjamin yet, and after a turn, its three heads were lowered again.

Benjamin poked his head out from behind a pillar, making sure he could hear if he was singing.

However, just as Benjamin was about to put aside his shame and prepare to sing loudly, a chill suddenly felt in his back.

"You shouldn't have come here, master. ”

It was the voice of Baro the Bloody Man.

Of course, this voice Benjamin could not forget, after all, it was a ghost who had followed him for a long time.

"Master, why do you call me master pretendly? You might as well call me Benjamin. Barrow. ”

The axe that Baro the Bloody Man was carrying did not let go, and seemed to be a silent threat to Benjamin.

"All right, Benjamin. You're too weak now, you can't stop me from following a strong one. I saved your life that day, and we wrote it off before. But now, if you don't get out of here, I probably won't be so good at talking. ”：