"Then, Frank!" Benjamin decided the fate of one of his classmates without hesitation in his small room. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Poor boy, who was supposed to spend seven years peacefully in Gryffindor with Potter the Savior.

Barrow the Bloody Man wouldn't have an opinion, and he wouldn't ask why it would be the hapless Frank.

Benjamin excitedly picked up his wand and cast a shadow spell on his body.

He doesn't know the invisibility spell yet, and in his world, it's a high-level magic. So Benjamin had no choice but to let himself into the night.

Hopefully that Muggle won't find out.

While Benjamin wouldn't mind killing another administrator, dealing with a school employee is obviously a lot more troublesome.

Bloody Barrow gently pushed the door open, politely letting his master out first.

Nana was overjoyed to see that she could fly with impunity. Benjamin whispered, "Baby, don't fly so fast, I mean, oh, I knew you'd crash." ”

Benjamin watched blankly as his pet was mounted on top of a mural.

The mural features a snarky lady exclaiming, "Oh, damn bats!

Benjamin, fearing that the noise would attract Filch's attention, aimed at the lady and cast a voiceless charm.

Finally quieted down.

Then Benjamin walked up to the lady and said to her, and to the other people who were watching the lively mural, "Madam, please forgive me for my rudeness. But please forget my actions tonight, and know that I am not a soft-hearted person. ”

Leaving behind a group of threatened murals, Benjamin cautiously left the Slytherin common room.

The place they were heading to was a tower, the Gryffindor lounge.

It's sunny during the day and has a positive vibe at all times, which is perfect for this group of lions.

"Master, don't go any further. I mean, in the lounges of every college, outsiders are not welcome. And we don't know the password either. ”

Benjamin looked around, motionless armor and statues, frescoes sleeping peacefully.

Everything was so calm. Of course, the password, how could he forget this.

"Don't be afraid, he'll come out on his own. Benjamin said coldly.

The Bloody Barrow immediately stopped talking, years of experience had taught him that this young man who wasn't too high in magic always surprised people.

The white wand stood out in the darkness, and a dark blue flame burst out from the very tip of the wand, and then burned brighter and brighter.

"Soul Connection!"

Benjamin had already cast a spell on Frank when he first stared at him, something that made Frank feel chills all over his body.

Any mage, after using a spell, will leave traces of magic on the object of his casting.

Most of the time, this trace is overlooked.

But very few mages, especially necromancers who have studied souls deeply, know how to make the most of their magical traces.

Now, for example, Benjamin can find Frank's location through this faint trace and control his soul.

The blue flame swayed and shook in the night, but it never went out.

This is enough to see how much control the mage who uses the spell has over the magic.

The Bloody Barrot smiled, and it was ugly. It knew that what its master did best was to control the magic with precision, and not waste a single thing.

He said that magic is a technology.

Nana flapped her wings in boredom, but she no longer dared to act rashly. If it does, maybe it's the young owner who will consider eating a bat sandwich?

After about five minutes, a teenager in pajamas walked out. His eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, and he didn't look like he was sleepwalking.

"Master, let me do it. Bloody Barrow whispered.

He could see that Benjamin's spell had cost him a lot of mana, and at least for now, Benjamin might not be able to cast an offensive spell.

Benjamin was never strong, and he withdrew his wand, and his pale face looked even weaker. Sure enough, this kind of spell that is not of this world is quite magical.

Frank was still asleep, and before he could even scream, he was hit in the stomach by an axe.

Just as the smell of blood was about to spread, Benjamin's pupils suddenly turned from blue to white.

The wand returned to his hand at some point, and a white light shot out from the tip of the wand, and both Benjamin and Frank disappeared.

No one noticed the magical scene just now. Barrow the Bloody took Nana and raced back to Benjamin's room.

Thankfully, Benjamin was in the room.

"You're back. He said calmly, though he didn't understand what had just happened.

For example, how did he cast a teleportation spell, you know, he didn't know such a profound spell at all.

Thinking back to the scene just now, Benjamin felt that he was careless.

It seems that he had stayed in Ludwig Manor for too long, and all the vigilance he had developed had been forgotten. If it weren't for this mutation, he might have become the first wizard to kill his classmates on the first day of school and be executed, right?

"Master, are we going to start experimenting now?" Barrow the Bloody shrewdly dodged the subject.

Benjamin nodded, and he skillfully drew a strange six-pointed circle on the ground with blood (Frank's blood, of course).

The Bloody Barrow immediately comprehended and placed Frank's body in the middle of the circle.

"Very well, the next thing is to separate his soul. It's one of my favorite steps, because it's the difference between a clever necromancer and an impostor! They just use a few simple spells with their hands to turn a corpse into a zombie who can't think! That's the biggest insult to the necromancy!"

When it comes time to refine the necromancy, Benjamin becomes mad, mean, and arrogant.

This is his domain.

"I suppose it would cause a great commotion if a student went missing?" Benjamin muttered to himself, and then he flashed his signature grim smile again. "But it doesn't bother me at all! Who am I, I'm Benjamin, a brilliant necromancer. Perhaps, I can craft a zombie that looks exactly like a living person. ”

Benjamin smiled wryly, then pulled out a black pocket.

Nana flew excitedly, knowing that the pocket, which Benjamin had brought from home.

Dead rats?

Eyeball?

The hand of the maid?

What materials should he need!