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After all, it meant that Slytherin had won the House Cup.

It's a really, exciting thing.

What's more exciting than winning seven in a row and then crushing Gryffindor under you!

Benjamin unconsciously blended into this "harmonious" competitive atmosphere.

Benjamin made his way through the crowd and saw countless students with smiles on their faces.

This is normal, even the Gryffindors who didn't win the House Cup, they couldn't stop laughing.

After all, the food at the year-end banquet is so delicious, after all, they are about to have a wonderful summer vacation!

"You've heard about the Philosopher's Stone. ”

When Benjamin passed the crowd, he heard a lot of people talking about it, it was a group of Gryffindors.

Their grumpy heads came together, and they looked as if they had learned some big secret.

"Does that really exist?" the other Gryffindor, after hearing their discussion, asked after a moment of agonizing between gossip and the butter cake in his hand, and then took the cake in one bite and asked with a mouthful of oil.

"Hey, you don't know, it's a secret. Actually, we have a three-headed dog of hell in our school!"

"What! Hellhound!"

This time, it was not only the student, but many people around them let out exclamations.

They surrounded the teenager, who seemed to know a lot of secrets, and they all showed expectant expressions.

Benjamin was bored, and at the same time trying to avoid Frank - yes, if he was pestered, he probably wouldn't be able to rest all day, and Benjamin decided to stand here and listen to them brag.

"Hmph, Three-Headed Hellhound, you know, it's the kind of magical creature that has been classified as a five-star capture difficulty by the Ministry of Magic, and it's in the corridor on the fourth floor of the school!"

Immediately, there was a uniform pumping sound.

"Have you ever seen him?" asked one of the wizards, raising his hand, timidly.

The man in the center, surrounded by everyone, continued to sneer, revealing an expression that he thought was unfathomable.

Although this is quite stupid in Benjamin's opinion.

Seriously, if Gryffindors want to play deep, it's not their forte at all, and this is still suitable for the cunning Slytherin.

"That's not it! The Three-Headed Hellhound is great, but I'm not bad!"

"Could it be that you brought down that three-headed hellhound?"

It is Benjamin's familiar voice, and when this voice appears, it always makes Benjamin feel that it will set off a "bloody storm".

Frank didn't know when he had arrived, but he apparently hadn't seen Benjamin.

That man was very unhappy in the face of Frank's questioning, and seemed to think that if he denied it, wouldn't it be very embarrassing in the eyes of others!

So he brazenly said:

"That's right, I fought off the three-headed dogs of hell. Then, and then I ran into Harry Potter!, the three of them, the legendary Gryffindor Three Heroes (Benjamin muttered to himself, "What a strange nickname, even the vulgar name of the Three Heroes!"), and I took them with me to defeat the Mystic Man and retrieve the Philosopher's Stone!"

In fact, this person is really logical and clear-sighted, but unfortunately, the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed. Benjamin thought silently, but didn't intend to demolish him.

However, by this time Frank had already taken a step forward, and he pointed his wand directly at the man's nose and said:

Who else told you that Voldemort (some of the surrounding students screamed even more horrible when they heard the name, and some even covered their ears and then took a step back) was defeated by Benjamin!"

Benjamin, who was suddenly named, was in a trance for a moment, and he consciously told himself that he should return to the Slytherin table, and then talk to Pansy, brag with Gorkebra, and no matter how bad it is, it is okay to fight with Draco.

Then he would elegantly sip black tea, eat handmade biscuits, and wait for the feast to begin.

Instead of here, listening to Frank's tongue battle, it's possible to find yourself.

"Benjamin, who is that, I haven't heard of it at all!" The man's expression was serious, and it seemed that he really hadn't heard of it, or hadn't remembered Benjamin's name. If you add a Ludwig, he should be impressed.

"I know who it is!" said one of the enthusiastic onlookers, "Benjamin Ludwig, that fool, everyone thought he was the Squib!"

"Who told you he's a Squib! Go and ask, Benjamin is so much better at magic than you!"

Benjamin had already left quickly, and he felt that if he was recognized again at this time, he would definitely be beaten up.

"Hmph, that's just that he has money in the family, and he must have stolen magic before going to school," Obviously, when people retort, they will subconsciously forget what they have said, he has completely forgotten that he thought Benjamin was a Muggle before, "By the way, you are a Gryffindor, how can you speak for Slytherin!"

So the conversation went smoothly from an argument about whether Benjamin was strong or not, to a Gryffindor who couldn't support Slytherin's rightness.

But most people don't think Benjamin is very powerful, he is not as famous as the Savior!

Returning to the Slytherin table, Benjamin first greeted his senior, Carl, a wizard who always kept a smile on his face, and couldn't have imagined that he would be a Blake.

Then Benjamin sat down in his familiar spot, picked up a piece of gingerbread, and put it in his mouth.

"Hey, Benjamin, long time no see!I heard Draco say, you're hurt!" Pansy crezzed over, and sometimes Benjamin would notice that the difference between first-year Slytherins and Gryffindors wasn't too great.

The senior class is much calmer.

"Yes, Pansy, I just had a little accident, of course, it's all right now. Benjamin said calmly that he didn't need everyone to worry about him. In fact, he really didn't suffer much damage, and he felt irritated at the thought of lying in bed.

Draco walked over, he looked at Benjamin for a moment, and then said angrily:

"You know, Benjamin, I asked my godfather, and he told me that you were the top scorer in this Potions class!