Benjamin's mind was now all about how he should get out of here safely. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Or he should pretend that he didn't find anything, and then open the door and walk up to Mr. Colora and say, "Sir, that great stick in your hand! is this your baton?"

God, Benjamin thought he was going to break down if he asked that!

So why did he leave now? Benjamin doesn't change shapes, he always forgets to learn it (actually, Benjamin just can't learn it for the time being).

Or, he climbed out of the window, which was indeed a solution. But if it succeeded, Benjamin could even imagine that he would not be able to explain why he chose to climb the window for no reason.

Who knows if there will be any strange plants planted under the windows in such a dark wizard's home!

Benjamin walked around the piano room, and it was absolutely impossible for him to try to fight hard, which was undoubtedly hastening his own death.

Benjamin put his wand back in his pocket and sat back down at the piano.

At this time, there was a sudden gentle knock on the door.

Benjamin tried to calm himself down, after all, he had already died once, yes, even if he died again, he would have earned more than many people.

All he has to do now is calm down.

"Benjamin, are you in there?" asked Mr. Colora softly, if it weren't for Benjamin overhearing their conversation just now, he wouldn't have been able to even associate this man with Grindelwald's cruel dark wizards.

"Yes, Mr. Corolla, I'm sorry I accidentally practiced so late!"

Benjamin said as he opened the door to the piano room.

The two men looked at each other, Mr. Colora was gentle and calm, and Benjamin was panicked.

One person tries to hide that he is playing a timid aristocratic teenager by discovering the truth, and the other person also thinks that the teenager is playing a kind music teacher without discovering the truth.

So the two were surprised to find that their movements were so well matched.

"Don't be afraid, child, I don't know how to eat people, it's just that I'm practicing too hard. Mr. Colora walked into the piano room, and he walked around the room before stopping behind Benjamin.

"Yes, sir, I, I just heard Lucien say that you don't have dinner here, so I ......" Benjamin had not finished speaking, but he had already been interrupted by Mr. Colora, who was standing behind him.

"So you're worried that you don't have dinner, do you? What a cute kid, you don't look like a 12-year-old boy from the looks of you!"

"I haven't had a birthday yet...... "Benjamin, an older young man, is still very concerned about the accuracy of his age.

Mr. Colora smiled and corrected his statement, "Well, 11 years old, that's even less so." But kid, you've been practicing all afternoon, yes, until dinner time, you should have made a lot of progress, let me see how far you can get now. ”

Although Mr. Colora smiled very well, brightly, and gently, it really made Benjamin a little uncomfortable.

He always felt that this person was hiding a knife in his smile.

"Sir, I'd better stop playing, I don't have talent, my playing is all noise......"

Benjamin was interrupted again by Mr. Colora, who really didn't behave like an elegant gentleman.

"Kid, I've never been afraid of noise, and when I first started practicing music, my neighbors came to complain about me, and they even wanted to take me to court!"

Benjamin smiled cooperatively, and sat down at the piano.

Benjamin's hands are beautiful, fair and slender, but the music he plays can really be described as magical.

If you could use a mute spell and just watch Benjamin simply play, it would be a pleasure to watch.

"Kid, it seems that your practice, well, is not that serious, have you ever secretly left the piano room, or have you accidentally opened the door to the piano room?"

Mr. Colora pressed forward step by step, and Benjamin subconsciously took a step back, he didn't know if Mr. Colora had seen through his cover-up!

"Don't be afraid, I'm just kidding. Mr. Colora suddenly relaxed, and continued to be the mild-mannered musician.

"Sir, can I go home, and if my mother knew that I hadn't arrived home so late, she would be angry, for sure!"

Benjamin insisted, he had one foot now on the threshold of the piano room, and thanks to Merlin, there was nothing dangerous on the threshold.

"Forget it!"

Mr. Colora, however, burst out, and when Benjamin's face turned pale, he pulled out his wand and used the magic.

Benjamin thought he was going to get hit and forget about everything that happened today.

Then something helped him block the spell.

Just as Mr. Colora's Oblivion Charm was about to fall on Benjamin, Nana quickly helped Benjamin block the attack.

How exactly she managed to fly out of her breast pocket invisibly, Benjamin doesn't know.

Perhaps, this is the talent that comes with becoming a vampire?

Benjamin vaguely remembered what the vampire Dracula had said.

Benjamin was worried about Nana's safety, but now was not the time to think about it, and Benjamin had to pretend to be stunned and lose his memory.

Fortunately, Mr. Colora was so confident in his magic that he didn't even look at Benjamin, but like a musician, he took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his wand.

By this time, the butler had come to Mr. Colora, and he was hunched over and said in a hoarse voice:

"Master, what did he do to this little ghost, did he eavesdrop on his master's conversation?"

Mr. Colora sneered, completely lacking the submissive appearance of talking to the black-robed wizard.

"He, I don't know if he's eavesdropping, but that's just in case. And my forgetfulness spell was so precise that when he woke up, he would only remember that he had fallen asleep practicing in the piano room. When he wakes up, you go and get him a car and have him take him back to Ludwig Manor. His parents, we must not be alarmed now. ”

Mr. Colora finished his order and left.