Draco was between cutting the steak when he saw Benjamin talking to himself, or rather, to the ugly ghost next to him?

He shook his head, it seemed that the rumors weren't entirely fake, at least Benjamin looked like a fool right now. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is also what many Slytherin think. It's just that they are of noble birth, and they all have some extremely high cultivation (of course, it is fake), and they just glanced at Benjamin coldly.

Pansy smiled and leaned into Draco's ear and said, "Draco, I heard that your father visited Ludwig Manor some time ago. ”

"Oh, yes, Pansy, can you be like a lady, and stay away from me! "The cunning platinum aristocracy took a side when he figured out how much power this magical family from Germany had.

Benjamin and Barrow the Bloody Man talked, but didn't give up on observing the reactions of his classmates.

In general, it's bad, isn't it? It seems that apart from the rumors that he was a fool and a squib, these British aristocrats didn't like his parents either.

Benjamin's eyes narrowed.

"Barrow, we'll see you in the evening. After Benjamin whispered this, he began to eat steak like a gentleman, and then had to talk to Draco next door to him from time to time.

"Do you think it's funny that there's a man over there covered in bandages? Benjamin said, his eyes rolling as he spoke, and he found Frank, who had taken the lead in mocking him. At the Gryffindor table, they were a group of people with a lot of energy!

"Master Ludwig, I think your parents should have said that it is rude to talk about the professor behind his back......" but before Draco could say the word behavior, his cynicism was interrupted.

The dinner was aborted, and the plates in front of them were empty again. Benjamin had wondered if the things they were eating were also from magic.

He stood up, leaving a somewhat angry Draco behind.

He will need an assistant for his future experiments, but it must be a talented, loyal, and non-sneering man. Draco still needs to hone in on it.

The poor platinum aristocrat did not know that he had been assigned to the camp of his assistants by Benjamin.

A flock of chicken-like newborns followed behind the "hen" prefect. Roll call, rules, and led them to the bottom of the Black Lagoon: the Slytherin Lounge.

Benjamin even saw a mermaid out the window, knowing that this was a fierce magical creature, in Benjamin's world.

"Boys, I think I need to tell you good news. Professor Snape said with a blank face, even a little disgust. Merlin, I couldn't tell that he was saying a piece of good news.

"There is a tradition in Slytherin called the Guide, and for the first three months of new students' enrollment, until the end of Christmas, there will be an Upper Year to guide you on how to live well at Hogwarts. ”

As interesting as it sounds, it seems that this magic school, known as the safest place in the UK, also has a lot of dangers and secrets.

"Now I'll read the list. Professor Snape saw the expectant expressions of the freshmen, and if they could wipe their noses off properly, they would be in a better mood.

"Pansy Parkinson, Guide, Miss Helen Watson. ”

Lucien Müller, Facilitator, Zabini Vain. ”

Müller sounds like a German name, a surname Benjamin had ever seen on his father's visit list.

“......”

Benjamin Ludwig, Guide, Carl Black. Professor Snape finished reading the last list and glanced at the prefects, leaving them with only a flipped corner of his robe.

"Black, I don't remember, your aunt has offspring?" Goyle said to Draco. Almost everyone here knew that Bellatrix Lestrange the Death Eater was Draco's aunt.

"Maybe it's some distant relative of their family, you know, there are always many relatives like ours that you don't know about. Draco explained nonchalantly.

A young man with black hair and a mediocre appearance, but an approachable (a word used in Slytherin, it's scary).

He reached out and said to Benjamin, "Hello, can I call you Benjamin?" at least judging by his performance, he didn't look down on Benjamin because of the rumors.

"Of course, Mr. Carl. Benjamin smiled and said that he could be very endearing if he wanted to.

Since Slytherin had the smallest number of students, they were allocated single rooms, much to Benjamin's satisfaction.

He needed a space that was personal enough to allow him to do what he wanted. For example, figuring out how to craft a vampire sounds like a distant goal.

After ten o'clock, it's curfew time at Hogwarts. All students are not allowed to go out without permission, in the words of their prefect, "Hogwarts at night is more terrible than you think." ”

Terrible? It was especially dear to Benjamin, and during his reign, the people thought he was a terrible necromancer. Actually, he's so mild-mannered. Maybe.

Benjamin had learned from his own guide that there was only one Squib at Hogwarts at night, Mr. Filch, an old man who always patrolled with a cat.

He hated these students.

Benjamin, who had obtained the information he wanted, pretended to fall asleep, put the button in the palm of his hand, and then picked up the wand that had been accidentally in tune and tapped it gently.

After a flash of green light, the suffocated vampire bats began to fly around the room.

"Nana. Benjamin called it softly, and then the bat, which had been alive a moment ago, was full of speed, and it seemed that as Benjamin had guessed, it did not like the name at all.

Just as Benjamin was about to soothe his little bat, Barrow the Bloody Man came through the wall.

Benjamin wasn't surprised at all, as the most proud ghost he'd ever had, Barrow the Bloody was smart enough. It's normal to be able to find where he lives.

"Master, are we going out?" said the Bloody Barrow in a one-knee position. He was in awe of the owner of the child in front of him.

"Of course, I can't wait to refine the corpse. Maybe I can try to be a skeleton or a zombie?" Benjamin stroked his chin tangled, bare, recognizing that he hadn't grown a beard yet.

"Well, we need a corpse, master. Bloody Barrow reminded.

"Of course, of course, how could I have forgotten the most important material, the corpse!, and who should I have killed better, Barrow?" said Benjamin, pacing around the room, and then said grimly.