Before he could leave, Benjamin stopped, and this was the second time he hoped that he had mastered the shapeshift. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's really a practical magic.

Professor Quirrell wasn't as surprised as he thought, he just looked back at Barrow the Bloody Man behind him.

"Is Peeves telling you true?"

Bloody Barrow paused for a moment, then said respectfully:

"Your Excellency, what Peeves said is true. I knew him because I happened to be sitting next to him at the freshman entrance party. ”

Peeves was glanced at by Barrow the Bloody, but he didn't speak again.

"I see, what's this, I liked you very much when I was in school. Professor Quirrell sounded disgusting when he said he liked the word.

"All right, son, go back and rest. Hopefully I'll hear your performance soon. ”

The last sentence should be a threat.

Benjamin left the place quickly, he had a good day, at least he knew who the Bloody Barrow was following.

It was a wise choice, and by all accounts, it was always better to follow Voldemort than Benjamin.

But that doesn't mean Benjamin will let the Bloody Barrow go.

As he lay on his bed, he wondered with some concern, would Professor Quirrell succeed in getting the Philosopher's Stone tonight?

That might be the last restful sleep he'd ever had.

Benjamin sighed and tightened the quilt a little tighter.

Miss Skeleton walked over to Benjamin's bedside and quietly cast a warmth spell on his covers.

It was destined to be a good dream.

When he woke up the next day, Benjamin was halfway through the restaurant without saying a word.

He wondered if someone would suddenly appear and tell them that Voldemort had been resurrected and was ready to start a war against Hogwarts.

However, when Benjamin walked into the dining room and saw that the Gryffindors were talking and laughing, and Dumbledore was still the same, he chuckled.

As for Professor Quirrell, he didn't look good, and he even had dark circles under his eyes.

Benjamin could have imagined what Harry would have thought when he saw Professor Quirrell.

"Oh, poor Professor Quirrell, he's definitely been threatened by Snape again, you see, he can't get a good night's sleep. Professor Quirrell was so pathetic. ”

Benjamin felt a pang of sorrow for Professor Snape, who had been silently taking the blame.

"Benjamin, why are you so absent-minded today, it can't be because you're going to have a final exam soon?" Draco asked with some smugness, and it was clear that he had studied well and was bound to take the first place in his grade.

"Of course not. I don't have high expectations of myself, as long as I can pass. ”

Benjamin spread the butter evenly on the bread and said lazily.

Pansy sat across from Draco, drinking the sweet and greasy pumpkin juice.

Then she pulled a magazine out of her bag.

The Moon.

I heard that the founder of this newspaper dreamed of making the Moon the "Sun" of the wizarding world.

Well, any Muggle who hears the name The Sun will associate it with slander, gossip, and brain-dead editors.

"Do you know what big news is happening during this time?"

Pansy said, pointing to the newspaper.

Everyone shook their heads, they didn't know anything except that after the final exams, the summer vacation was coming.

"Hey, you boys, you don't care about anything but Quidditch. Pansy sighed, an expression of hatred that could not be made of steel.

"The great magician, the master of Chanel, she invented a new potion called Conquest. I heard that it's something more powerful than a love potion!"

"Why does it sound weird?" said Benjamin subconsciously.

Pansy, however, had an intriguing smile.

"I don't think so, Benjamin, when you're an adult, you can try spraying a little on your body. Of course. With your charm, you can only use a little bit, otherwise men all over the world will be single. ”

Benjamin was still very useful for such an exaggerated compliment, and he smiled, then raised the pumpkin juice and touched Pansy's cup.

"Miss Parkinson, you are also beautiful. ”

So a breakfast was spent in the boring conversation between the two men.

The Slytherins were going to have another class with Gryffindor.

This is really sad news.

The only thing that could give them solace was that the teacher for this lesson was Professor Snape.

Professor Snape, who likes to shield his own college students, is the most.

After entering the classroom, Benjamin, Draco, and Pansy sat together.

Ever since Professor Snape had stressed that students from different houses couldn't be together, Frank couldn't hold his thighs.

He had no choice but to be with Neville.

Of course, their group is also known as the most terrifying group.

No one knows when their potion will suddenly explode.

This has happened many times.

"Okay, it's the final exam soon, and I see a lot of people revising, and of course, a small number of people are preparing. ”

Professor Snape's gaze rested on Neville's, and everyone laughed.

"But for this course, I will give you a score based on your usual performance. So those who try to be opportunistic, please give up your ideas as soon as possible. The potion to be made today is also the last potion of this school year. It will count towards your usual grades. ”

Professor Snape has a knack for speaking in a gentle tone, but he is able to silence everyone, and then obediently listen.

"Alright, flip through your book, please turn to page 123. ”

Benjamin did so quickly, and he listened extremely carefully in Potions class, which was the first time Draco had given up a course over Benjamin.

The potion they are going to learn today seems simple, but in fact it is not difficult, well, Benjamin doesn't know either.

"Weird laugh potion. ”

"I know a lot of you will be confused when you see this name, thinking that this is some kind of prank potion. ”

Professor Snape patted the blackboard with his wand and said slowly:

"That's a group of people who don't know Potions using it incorrectly! Actually, it's a potion that can be taken by surprise. It doesn't do a lot of damage or give you a lot of benefits, but it's definitely a great thing to interrupt the rhythm of other wizards' spellcasting. If you don't understand the importance of rhythm, you can learn the magic of housework with peace of mind. ”

There was another burst of laughter, which was very rare in Professor Snape's class, and it was often spent in a serious atmosphere.

Professor Snape had become humorous. Ron said incredulously.

"Oh, come on, he's in such a good mood, it only proves that he's closer to getting the Philosopher's Stone. When we have enough evidence, go tell Dumbledore!"