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Benjamin looked at the fifth-grade textbook, tilted his head, and asked, "Is this how he goes to class?"

Carl, who had wandered somewhere, came back to his senses, glanced at Benjamin apologetically, and then said in a standard London accent, "Of course, what else can he do but copy the textbook? You can't ask him to be like Professor McGonagall, or Professor Snape." I've heard that when he teaches the lower grades, he will brag that he once killed a troll by himself, do you think it's possible?"

Benjamin immediately shook his head, it was a fantasy to kill a troll with such a small body.

Before coming to Hogwarts, Benjamin was looking forward to the Defence Against the Dark Arts course.

Now he was very disappointed.

"Do you want to sleep?" Karl whispered, there were a lot of seniors like him whispering.

"You say, how would a vampire bat react if he flew towards Professor Quirrell now?" Benjamin said curiously, stroking the buttons on his shirt at an inopportune moment.

"Oh, I think he's going to get under the table and cry with his headache!" said Carl with a lively expression, like a professor Quirrell who didn't smell of garlic.

"You're mean, Senior. Benjamin smiled and shook his head.

Benjamin certainly wouldn't really let the vampire bats get close to Professor Quirrell, anyway, he's a professor and magic shouldn't be that weak.

"Mean? I think meanness is a fine tradition of the Black family. Karl said with his head in his hands.

Benjamin was about to ask about the magical family when Professor Quirrell called Cal up.

"Mr. Black, I think you're about to fall asleep, and you know you're going to be ...... in Romania."

Carl himself interrupted Professor Quirrell's babbling, "I know, of course I'm going to be eaten by vampires in Romania. Seriously, Professor, can you show us how you can repel the magic you use to repel those vampires?"

Professor Quirrell snorted coldly and motioned for Carl to sit down. It can be seen that he either doesn't know this kind of magic at all, or he doesn't want to show it.

Benjamin prefers to believe the former.

Known as the best magic school in the world, but with a professor of this quality, Benjamin shook his head, the magic evaluation in this world does not seem to be reliable.

For the rest of the day, it was Professor Quirrell's solo performance. And Benjamin also dedicated his first class to sleep.

Slytherin Lounge.

Compared to the sun-drenched Gryffindor Towers, the Slytherin Lounge, built at the bottom of the Black Lagoon, is much cooler.

If you don't have to pay attention to the strange creatures swimming around outside the window.

Benjamin swears he'd seen that ugly octopus three times!

"Benjamin, I heard you say that, Professor Quirrell's class is boring?" Draco asked, worried, sitting across from Benjamin.

I have to say that although Draco hates it a little, he is very serious about his studies.

"Yes, I almost listened to him blow a lesson cow, and it was full of holes. Benjamin stretched and leaned back on the couch.

Draco frowned, "Benjamin, I have to warn you, no matter what you German aristocrats do, in England, you have to pay attention to your image. ”

Etiquette, Benjamin does have a kind of nobility in his bones, but it is definitely not elegance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been a necromancer and had embarked on the path of nobility.

"Alright, Draco, where did we just go? Do you remember what Dumbledore emphasized at the opening party yesterday?"

"What?" Draco didn't react for a moment.

Pansy, who had been by Draco's side, spoke, staring at Draco's appearance like a drooling troll.

"Don't go near the hallway on the right side of the fourth floor, I remember him saying that. Pansy said.

Benjamin saw that everyone was still a little confused, so he had to sit down and say, "I met Percy Weasley in Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, and it's the Gryffindor prefect. Don't stare at me like that, I didn't take the initiative to talk to him. "Terrible house discrimination, Benjamin thought helplessly. He mentioned in his conversation that Dumbledore would tell him why it was dangerous every time he said not to approach a place. ”

Benjamin looked at his classmates expectantly after finishing speaking, but the cold faces disappointed him.

"Don't you wonder what's hidden inside?" Benjamin had an inexplicable premonition that there might be a necromantic creature inside.

The platinum nobleman shook his head first.

"I think you should go to Gryffindor, Benjamin. You're too intellectually curious, and I don't mean Gryffindor has that quality. All I know is that if I go to that kind of place and my father knows about it, I'm afraid my Christmas present will be ruined. ”

Christmas is not a holiday in Benjamin's world, and even if he did, of course. He never spends too much time in the lab!

Benjamin's curiosity was suppressed for the time being, and after he watched a few games of wizarding chess, Benjamin followed the others back to his room to rest.

In the evening, Barrow the Bloody arrives as scheduled. As for Frank, Benjamin said that for the sake of insurance, there is no major event, and they don't need to meet for the time being.

But Benjamin gave Frank an important task.

"You let me break into the Harry Potter group? You know, he's Harry Potter, and the wizards here grew up listening to his stories, and a lot of people want to get close to him. Frank instinctively wanted to refuse.

"Frank, maybe you're upset when I say that. But you should do my bidding, after all, I have a lot of tools to deal with necromantic creatures. ”

Frank glanced at Benjamin complainingly and agreed to his request.

He wouldn't believe Benjamin's argument that "since he is the savior, he must have a very important mission."

Tonight, for example, Potter didn't do anything but chat excitedly with Ron.

"Do you know what's in the hallway on the fourth floor near the right?" Benjamin sat on the bed, and after taking off his clothes, he revealed a somewhat thin body. However, compared to his previous body, he was much healthier.

"I don't know, master. We didn't dare to go near it, there was something terrible in it. The Bloody Barrow seemed to think of his master's character, and added, "Master, with your current strength, to go is to die." ”

"I'm just asking, why are you so nervous? I'll be safe for a while...... Before I can figure out how to refine a mid-level necromantic creature......"