At night at Hogwarts is always peaceful, serene, and warm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sitting in front of the fire, Benjamin stretched out his hand and baked by the fire.

The whole body trembled because of this warm current.

He hummed the ballad from time to time, and when Draco heard it, he turned his head and asked curiously:

"What are you singing about?"

"A simple song. ”

"You can still sing?" Draco's voice raised a few points, full of doubt.

He didn't believe that Benjamin would have a talent for music. Art has always been a profession that places great emphasis on talent.

Pansy, who heard the voice, leaned her head over, she had been eating cucumbers to lose weight all this time, and her cheeks had lost a lot of weight.

"Benjamin, do you really know how to sing? That's amazing, can I listen to it?"

Benjamin, however, only bent slightly, and explained to Draco and Pansy:

"No, I don't know how to sing, I'm just studying. ”

Pansy didn't mean to laugh at Benjamin, and after sitting down beside Benjamin, she said very sincerely:

"That's also amazing, to be honest, I've seen a lot of wizards, and when they sing, they can only be described as magical sounds. Which instrument do you like, Benjamin?"

Musical instruments, when it comes to musical instruments, Benjamin certainly thinks of one of the musical instruments that was all the rage in his time.

Bagpipe.

That's right, it is this slender and long pipe, but it can make those disciples who don't learn and have no skills become the favorite of noble ladies.

Even the Pope is addicted to music and can't help himself.

Benjamin once heard people say that it was a time when music and magic were glorious.

At this point, music became the preserve of Muggles.

"Musical instruments? bagpipes, of course. Melodious sound can always move people's hearts. This was uttered by a bard whom Benjamin had heard.

It's just that two days later, he froze to death.

"The bagpipes, such an old instrument, in fact I prefer the piano, it's so elegant. I once asked my father to buy a piano to keep at home, and he told me that it was Muggle stuff!

Pansy said indignantly.

Benjamin took the word to heart and decided to learn about it in his spare time.

Winter nights always come so early and last so long.

Before curfew, the entire Slytherin break room was empty. Except for a few seniors who were playing wizard chess, everyone else had already returned to the warm bed.

Benjamin got up and stretched, and was about to go back, and he stuffed the revision notes he had made in the past few days into his pocket.

However, just as Benjamin was about to leave, he spotted a familiar figure and flashed by.

The figure left so quickly that if it weren't for Benjamin's sharp eyes, he might have missed it.

That's Barrot the Bloody Man.

Benjamin looked around, but the seniors didn't notice him, and after thinking twice, Benjamin secretly followed.

The Bloody Barrow betrayed him, something Benjamin had known for a long time.

But who he was loyal to, Benjamin did not know.

Is it Dumbledore? Voldemort? is it possible, or rather, the mysterious bald wizard?

All he had to do was grab the feet of Baro the Bloody.

Still a concealment spell, Benjamin blended in with his surroundings, and then quietly, followed.

He had kept his distance from Barrow the Blood, and his steps were light, almost as often as Barrow the Blood.

Benjamin was well aware that this Concealment Charm would be of little use to Barrow the Bloody.

If he gets too close, he can easily expose himself.

Barrow the Bloody Man walked through the steps that could change at any time, and Benjamin almost stepped on the air, and he had to sigh his luck.

And he covered his mouth, for fear that his voice would be heard.

Luckily, Barrow the Bloody wasn't very vigilant, and it seemed that he thought that no student would dare to wander around Hogwarts at night after Professor McGonagall had taught Harry a harsh lesson.

They came to the fourth floor of the main building.

Benjamin suddenly knew what Barrow the Bloody was going to do.

Benjamin hid behind a pillar.

However, when he saw the blue, chubby ghost floating next to the pillar, Benjamin felt that he was really unlucky!

It turned out to be Peeves!

God, meeting Peeves at this time is more troublesome than running into any professor.

Because it's sure to scream.

And even if Benjamin uses magic to control Peeves, he will expose himself.

It's a real dilemma.

By this time, Benjamin had already spotted that the Bloody Barrow was groveling to Professor Quirrell.

Well, he guessed it right again, this three-surnamed house slave!

Professor Quirrell still looked sickly, except that from his mouth came a string of characters that Benjamin didn't even understand.

And the voice, hoarse and depressed.

It wasn't Professor Quirrell's usual voice at all.

"Hey, isn't that Slytherin brat! What is he doing hiding here! Look, Slytherin imp!"

Peeves screamed as expected, and Benjamin thought he could give Peeves a trumpet and a flying flag.

"Who's there!" Professor Quirrell asked, and he walked over slowly.

The Bloody Barrow's eyes blinked, then hesitated for a moment, choosing to stand behind Professor Quirrell.

Benjamin walked out generously.

"Is that you?" Professor Quirrell's tone didn't make out any sadness, though Benjamin guessed that the man wanted to kill himself.

That's right, the monsters Benjamin saw in the Forbidden Forest were definitely Professor Quirrell, because they spoke in the same voice.

"Hello, Professor, I'm here to practice singing. But the steps of the school always change, and I opened a door and came here. ”

Benjamin didn't seem to know Barrow the Bloody at all, and he didn't even look at him.

"Oh, practice singing? That sounds stupid. You should go to Hufflepuff. But you still have 2 minutes to get out of here. Otherwise, I'll deduct points from Slytherin. ”

Benjamin breathed, God knows that his hand had already clenched his wand, and if the bloody Barrow suddenly stood up and pointed out his identity, I am afraid that this Voldemort's minions would not hesitate to kill him.

"Professor Quirrell, oh, you stink!" Peeves jumped up to him and said in a cheerful tone:

"This little imp knows Barrow the Bloody!"