Early the next morning, Benjamin first went to the place where the school fostered owls, found their Hai Dongqing, and sent the letter. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the morning lesson, Benjamin and Draco walked behind, only to find a crowd of chattering people in front of them.

"What's going on up ahead?" Draco asked, frowning, of course because of the Gryffindor in front of him.

Pansy stood up excitedly, "I'll go over and have a look, I like to join in the fun!"

After saying that, she was the first to squeeze into the crowd alone.

Daphne smiled awkwardly and whispered to Benjamin, "Pansy is like that, sometimes with a big grin, like a little kid. ”

After Benjamin heard this, he immediately laughed, "It's good, such a person will be very happy." ”

After a while, Pansy walked back with an excited look on her face, and it was obvious that she had seen something very interesting.

"Do you know what's written on it?" asked Pansy, excited.

Benjamin shook his head, trying to put on a slightly interested look.

As for Draco, he muttered impatiently, "Whatever he is, can you get these people out of the way, I feel like I'm going to suffocate!"

Pansy saw that everyone seemed to be in a lack of interest, and the passion that had been ignited was immediately extinguished.

"I walked over and saw the bulletin board. Benjamin and the others nodded, they already knew there was a bulletin board, and it was not unusual at all.

Pansy pursed her lips again and continued, "There's an extra piece of parchment on it, and it says that the school will open a dueling club, and if you're interested, you can come to the auditorium at eight o'clock tonight for the first party!"

Benjamin thought about it for a moment and thought it was a good idea.

At the very least, he can see what the real combat effectiveness of this group of professors in the school will look like.

Draco's eyes, which had been uninterested, were already glowing at this time. "Dueling Club? sounds like a pretty fun thing. ”

"Draco, every time you say that, I think someone is going to be out of luck!" Pansy said with a chuckle.

Benjamin immediately poured cold water on Draco, "Maybe he's going to be unlucky." But are you all interested?"

Pansy and Draco nodded immediately, and Daphne smiled after hesitating for a moment, "Well, I think that sounds interesting. ”

As Daphne laughed, Benjamin heard the surprised cries of many of the male students around him.

During the afternoon session, almost everyone was distracted.

Most of them were secretly discussing the dueling club and who was lecturing them.

Some say it will be Professor McGonagall. Don't look at Professor McGonagall as a witch, she was a dueling expert in her youth.

It's just that Benjamin thinks it's unlikely, and even if he has this strength, Professor McGonagall, who has always paid attention to his identity, probably won't come.

Others thought it would be Professor Flitwick, a very short professor who was well versed in a lot of magic and was often forgotten, even though he was the head of Ravenclaw.

In Hermione's words, "I've heard that Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was younger. Maybe he's going to teach us!"

Everyone seemed excited.

"You look too calm. Draco looked at Benjamin's unfazed side face and said with some displeasure.

"What's wrong with that? I really don't understand why I'm so surprised. We'll just be able to participate then. Benjamin said slowly, his hand gently wiping his wand.

Since it was a duel, then the wand was the weapon of these wizards, and how could a soldier not wipe his steel gun before going into battle?

"Aren't you curious?" Draco felt more and more unreasonable about the man in front of him, he had such a big heart many times.

"A little bit curious. Benjamin said honestly, he saw Draco's face feel better. "But as soon as I found out at eight o'clock in the evening, I didn't think it was a big deal. With this kind of effort, I might as well think more about scientific questions. ”

"What scientific question?" Draco shook his head in disgust, then turned to Crabbe to talk to them.

Benjamin smiled and lowered his head.

Soon, the clock was wobbly pointing to eight o'clock.

Originally, at this time, everyone who should still be bragging in the lounge came to the auditorium as if they had received some order.

At this time, the auditorium was overcrowded, and even in the middle of winter, Benjamin felt a little stuffy. He suspected that all the students of this school had come, and it was a rare spectacle.

After the Gryffindor and Slytherins meet, they are inevitably engaged in cynicism and verbal warfare, according to international practice.

"Hehe, are you still coming to the dueling club? Are you going to compete with the junior freshmen and regain your self-confidence?"

"Cut, believe it or not, I'll beat you all over the ground in a while?"

For a moment, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Draco also said very proudly, "Benjamin, you see, the seniors don't like Gryffindor either, that's tradition!"

"Yes, strange tradition!" said Benjamin, noncommittal.

However, even as everyone began to look forward to it, no professor entered the auditorium.

Some of the students who were already anxious were starting to speculate at the bottom, "Could it be that they wrote the wrong time? Maybe it's eight o'clock in the evening next week?"

"Or maybe you think there are too many people to attend, and you're going to add a screening system?"

"You say, could it be that the professor who came to class was petrified by the successor?"

However, after this timid voice came out, it was immediately greeted with a very unfriendly boo.

But Benjamin saw that many people couldn't help but worry after hearing it.

At this moment, the door of the auditorium was pushed open, and a strange and familiar voice rang out.

"I just heard someone mention the heir, I tell you, it's because the heir is afraid of me, and if he doesn't let me touch me, he won't be able to eat and walk around!"

Gilderoy Lockhart walked in, his hair shiny and shiny, and Benjamin guessed that he was late because he was taking care of his hair.

As for what he said, Benjamin thought he was farting.

And Ron laughed even quietly, "He will definitely write the heirs into the book, and the title of the book is "The Inheritors"!"