When Benjamin returned to his room, he began to reply to their letters in earnest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Very concise and clear sentence.

"No problem, then we'll see you next Wednesday! ”

After doing all this, Benjamin summoned their arrogant Hai Dongqing and tied both replies to his thighs.

Hai Dongqing glanced at Benjamin arrogantly, and stepped on Benjamin's face with his paw before he was willing to leave.

"Sooner or later, I'll make you lich material. ”

That's right, Benjamin's next goal is to forge his own lich.

However, even if he has become an intermediate magician, without the support of corresponding books, Benjamin can only rely on his own exploration on the road of refining necromantic creatures, all the way to the dark.

So during this time, he was just refining a bunch of spiritual power elixirs and life elixirs.

It's just that the latter have failed.

As the opposite of death, Benjamin has not yet mastered its laws and cognition.

Time passed quickly, and when Benjamin woke up early in the morning, he had already heard Mr. Ludwig's somewhat disgruntled voice.

"Benjamin, don't you come down quickly! Have you forgotten the agreement with your classmates? Punctuality is not something made by a nobleman!"

Benjamin rubbed his head, put a few bottles of potion in his coat pocket, and walked slowly.

Mr. Ludwig was sitting at the table with a newspaper spread out in his hand.

"What is this, father?" said Benjamin, casually, taking the butter in front of him and spreading it on his slice of bread.

"Newspapers, don't you know? Boys don't talk so much nonsense. Mr. Ludwig said angrily.

Benjamin wondered if he had a head cramp or had promised Mrs. Ludwig to let the man accompany him to Diagon Alley.

"Father, I can actually go to Diagon Alley alone. Benjamin asked, trying.

"Alone?" said Mr. Ludwig, chuckling, "are you going to tell me that you have learned to shapeshift, or are you going to use Floo powder, or that you want to take the subway?"

It's meaner than me. Benjamin thought silently, but he didn't seem to have tried anything like this.

"Floo powder, I think I can try it?" said Benjamin, reluctantly.

And when he heard this, Mr. Ludwig laughed thoroughly. "No problem, since you want to use Floo powder so much, then you can try it. I was as curious as you were when I was younger. There was a hint of pleasure in Mr. Ludwig's eyes.

Benjamin suddenly found out that this man would be very happy under what circumstances. It was when he behaved in tune with his age.

Benjamin doesn't deliberately look naïve because of this, though.

This time, it's an exception.

So, when Benjamin stood in front of the splendid fireplace of his house, and then took the dollop of powder handed over by Mr. Ludwig, he was still a little afraid.

"Just throw it in, pronounce Diagon Alley, and then boldly jump in. Mr. Ludwig calmly reminded.

"What if I mispronounce it?" asked Benjamin cautiously.

"Oh, then you're going somewhere else, maybe somebody's house?" but that's fine, Benjamin, do you think you're so unlucky that you're going to end up in a child-eating dark wizard's house?"

Benjamin realized that he and the man could hardly have a common language, so he silently threw the powder in his hand into the fireplace, then silently clamped his arm, closed his eyes, and after taking a deep breath, he was covered by cinders flying out of the fire.

"Yes, Diagon Alley!"

It was as if Benjamin had been sucked into a huge socket hole. His body seemed to be spinning rapidly. The whistling sound in my ears is deafening... He desperately tried to open his eyes, but the swirling green flames made him feel dizzy...

Until something hard hit his arm, Benjamin stealthily came to his eyes, and he saw a table full of pies outside the stove.

Benjamin was dizzy, but fortunately he wasn't hurt, just impatiently dusted off his clothes. Carefully getting up, Benjamin began to observe his current situation.

But what kind of place this is, Benjamin is not familiar with.

He seemed to be standing in front of the stone fireplace of a spacious, dimly lit wizarding shop - but nothing seemed likely to be on the shopping list at Hogwarts School.

Or rather, it was something that excited Benjamin, who almost suspected that he had run into another traverser.

On a mat in a glass case in the store was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a glazed eyeball. Hideous masks peer down the walls, various human bones lay on the counters, and rusty, tooth-like instruments hung from the ceiling.

Immediately afterward, Benjamin could tell that the dark, narrow alley outside the dusty shop window was certainly not Diagon Alley.

It seems that he was really hit by his father's crow's mouth. He came to a different place, but it was not the home of a dark wizard.

Benjamin stood up, and after a moment of hesitation, he began to wander around the store.

A hunched man appeared behind the counter, his hand running back his shiny hair.

When he saw Benjamin, he let out a few strange laughs, "Little friend, didn't your parents tell you not to wander around Mr. Borgin's shop?"

Benjamin, however, calmly picked up a jar soaked in a baby, and said to Mr. Borgin, "How can this thing be sold? It is a baby that died at birth? But it is a baby girl, alas." ”

It was the first time that Mr. Borgin had seen such an undaunted guest, and he cleared his throat and walked over to Benjamin's side.

"Don't wander around Tumbledown Alley, watch out for the Dark Wizards who haunt here!"

To frighten Benjamin, Mr. Borgin could even keep his voice down.

"Oh, of course I know it's not an ornament. But I've heard that this thing can be used to make medicine, and of course it is said that if eaten raw, it can give infertile women a new life? Benjamin put the jar down again.

He's still hoping to find something he likes here.