Ginny looked up slightly, she seemed a little uncomfortable with Benjamin's gaze. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Her slightly frail face had a forbearance that was not appropriate for her age.

For a moment, Benjamin felt that Ginny and her brothers didn't want to be like each other.

"Well, do I have any questions?" asked Ginny, apparently aware of Benjamin's overly eager gaze.

"Nope. Benjamin immediately denied it, and he found himself drawn to the damn necklace again!

Perhaps, you can get Ginny to sell that necklace, well, to herself?

"Your necklace ......," Benjamin began.

Ginny, on the other hand, smiled and picked up the necklace with her hand. "Well, a lot of people think my necklace is pretty ordinary. But I think it's so beautiful that I can't help but be attracted to it......"

"yes? I think it's pretty too. When Benjamin heard Ginny's words, he suddenly didn't know how to open his mouth and asked her to sell her beloved necklace to herself. "Where did you buy this necklace?"

Although Benjamin knew it came from the magical soothsayer, he was still curious.

"It was given to me by a witch...... Madam Pomfrey...... Ginny's words were interrupted abruptly.

When Benjamin looked back, he saw that Madam Pomfrey was looking at him angrily.

"Now is not the time to visit the sick! Hurry out, don't you know that it is easy to be infected here!"

After Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, she pushed Benjamin out.

Benjamin reluctantly left, but he became more and more curious about the necklace.

For some reason, he felt that the necklace was looking for someone, and there was no doubt that that person was himself.

Benjamin thought about it all the way, and before he knew it, he walked to the corridor on the first floor, where several freshmen were chasing not far away. There is no doubt that they are definitely Gryffindors.

Of course, Benjamin also saw the ghost of Gryffindor, the almost headless Nicol, who was dangling melancholy, muttering about how he could join an organization called the Headless Hunters.

Benjamin was still interested, but he caught a glimpse of the boy who was talking to Nicol, our savior, Harry Potter.

"I should go that way. Benjamin quickly made his own decision, and they kept the well water at the best distance from the river.

"Harry, why don't you think I can't join the Headless Hunters! I've been slashed forty-four times with an axe, and I'm just barely headless, and I don't have a head!" Nicol, who was almost headless, raised his voice so that Benjamin, who happened to be passing by, could hear him.

Harry caught a glimpse of Benjamin as well, first habitually searching for Draco's presence before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Really? Sounds unfortunate. If I could, maybe I could help you speak, like proving that it's scary that you don't have a head?"

Nicol, who was almost headless, immediately became excited, and he cheered, "Is that really possible? Harry, I mean, you really are a good boy! Halloween is almost here, I hope you can come to my death party then! Yes, this year's Halloween happens to be the 500th anniversary of my death!"

Benjamin's left leg, which had already stepped out, suddenly subconsciously retracted it.

The ghosts of this world are really interesting, not only have their own independent thoughts, but also think about celebrating their own death.

So, Benjamin decided to listen first, after all, as a necromancer, he had never attended a ghost's death party!

Sure enough, Harry had a curious expression, but he was still struggling.

At this time, Nicol, who was almost headless, lowered his head slightly, and then whispered, "Of course, you definitely prefer the steaming Halloween party at Hogwarts, I'm sorry Harry, it's too hard for me to ask!"

Benjamin shook his head, he had to admire Nicol, who was almost headless, and had completely figured out Harry's heart.

Harry, the Savior, felt sympathetic and agreed.

"Okay, Nicol, I was just thinking about how to invite Ron and Hermione to join us, and if you don't mind, I'll call Frank ......"

"Of course not! Miss Hermione Granger, she's so smart and beautiful, she's going to be a big hit! So is Ron and Frank, they're both kind and courageous gentlemen! I'll find a spacious underground classroom for the gala! Harry, tell the Headhunter leader that I'm a terrible ghost!"

Nicol, who was almost headless, immediately left excitedly.

Benjamin, however, stepped on a mirror-like hallway with a cat's meow.

Why does this cat sound so gloating?, Benjamin looked down and saw that Mrs. Loris (Filch, the Administrator's pet) was staring at him.

And Benjamin was about to leave subconsciously, and perhaps Filch was the most difficult faculty member in the school for Benjamin to deal with.

However, Lady Loris and its owner Filch always had a magical connection, and almost at the same time, Filch had already rushed over in a rage, with a mop in his hand that had not yet been killed.

"You, you little scoundrel! There's dirt here and there! I've had enough of dirty!" Filch grabbed Benjamin's arm and kept saying, "Come with me, Ludwig! Look at the dirt you've got!"

"It's just a dirty hallway, I swear, the soles of my shoes are still clean!" Benjamin declared very seriously, he had already heard Harry's laughter.

Obviously, with Harry's attention, he couldn't use any crooked brains at all!

Look, he can only be taken away by Filch today, and Benjamin feels a wave of depression.

Benjamin arrives at Filch's office: most students avoid this place. The room was dim and dirty, with no windows, except for a lone oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling. There was a faint smell of fried fish in the air. The walls were lined with wooden filing cabinets, and judging by the labels, Harry knew that the cabinets contained detailed information about every student Filch had punished. Fred and George alone took up an entire drawer.

On the wall behind Filch's desk hung a shiny set of hinges and handcuffs and shackles. It was well known that Filch often begged Dumbledore to allow him to hang his students from their ankles and hang them upside down from the ceiling.

Filch grabbed a quill from a jar on his desk and shuffled around, looking for parchment. "Nasty," he muttered angrily, "sizzling big slug...... Frog Brain Plasma ...... Mouse intestines...... I've had enough...... Kill the chicken and show it to the monkey!...... ...... here"