At this time, the streets were crowded with tourists from the beginning, and now, Benjamin is almost alone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His robes fluttered in the wind, and behind him were a group of skeletal swords with swords.

Benjamin was overjoyed that he was able to use necromancy as he pleased. Although this is only in a dream.

Noon in Transylvania is always a bit hot. The sun fell lazily on the ground, as if it was about to roast the ground.

Benjamin is like a tourist, lingering at every stall (although the owner has been scared away) and stopping. He's not playing, he's looking for a way out of his dreams.

The last time he escaped from a dream, he was saved by his father.

This time, he didn't expect Draco and them to do that. Maybe they've been dealt with by the mad Voldemort.

Benjamin sighed, picked up an apple from a fruit stand, and took a bite. I have to say that this apple is plump in juice and quite delicious to eat.

While Benjamin was eating the apple, the skeletons behind him guarded him like a guard.

I see Benjamin has some, well, sorry.

"You guys, can you please stop staring at me so eagerly? Would you like to take a bite?" said Benjamin, waving the half-bitten apple in his hand.

How could the skeletons possibly eat, they just turned around very obediently and tacitly. gave his back to Benjamin.

Benjamin laughed out loud, what a strange truth that a necromantic creature without intelligence has absolute loyalty!

After eating, Benjamin stretched and continued to observe where he was. Since it is a dream, is it possible that there is a margin in a certain place?

All he needed to do was use his magic to blast a crack in that boundary, and he might be able to break out of his dreams.

Benjamin even thought that if he couldn't get out, he might try to kill himself.

I don't know if dying in a dream has any other effect on him in reality.

Benjamin had no choice but to move on to the outskirts of the city.

Now in front of him was an endless forest, the trees were not high, and behind the forest there was even a faint building that resembled a castle.

It's just that this building is in the clouds, disappearing from time to time, and its true appearance is almost impossible to see.

Should I go in or not?

This is a problem.

Benjamin always felt that the forest had a strange and dangerous atmosphere. And there's no doubt that it's definitely not safer than in the city.

Maybe the legendary vampires will live here.

If Benjamin hadn't been in a dream, he might have rushed in without hesitation, looking for the vampire's tracks. But this is a dream, and Benjamin prefers that he will wake up from it sooner. In particular, his body was exposed to Voldemort's sight.

Soon, Benjamin made a decision, he turned around and prepared to return to the city, and continue to look for a breakthrough.

It was at this moment that the first button on Benjamin's chest began to shake violently, and then it fell off from above and flew out.

This was something Benjamin had never encountered before, he stomped his feet, and finally ordered the skeleton behind him to follow him into the forest.

Benjamin stretched out his wand and aimed it at Nana, and it finally returned to its original form. Otherwise, a button is flying around in front of him, and this kind of picture is still quite unacceptable.

Nana's speed slowed, and she kept a safe distance from Benjamin. It's more like she's pulling Benjamin forward.

"Nana, where are you going to take us? Now it's a dream, and I could make you a roasted bat at any moment!"

Benjamin threatened, and then Nana just flapped her wings more cheerfully, not taking Benjamin's words to heart at all.

Soon, they were out of the woods.

Except for a few frightened rabbits and shivering jackals hiding in the dark, the wind was calm.

There are no wizards, no vampires, just ordinary woods.

When Benjamin walked out of the woods, he was greeted by a magnificent castle.

It was built in a style similar to Benjamin's original world, which also gave Benjamin a bit of intimacy.

"So, that's what you're bringing us here for, let's take a look at the castle?" said Benjamin, smiling, shaking his head helplessly.

Nana seemed to understand his words and flew back over Benjamin's shoulder, looking very well-behaved.

"Forget it, since they're all here, let's go in and have a look. Maybe this is the key to getting out of the dream?" Benjamin found that his temper had gotten much better every day with a group of bear children since he crossed over.

However, the sky was still clear, and when Benjamin walked out of the forest and was about to reach the castle, the sky suddenly changed and it rained heavily.

Whatever Benjamin thought, he had to take refuge in the castle.

When the rain falls on Benjamin's body, there is a bone-chilling cold, and this overly real feeling can even make people trance, is all this a dream, or reality?

If it's just a dream, why is the rain so real?

Benjamin patted himself on the head and chased away the boring thoughts.

At this time, the gates of the castle were still closed.

All the skeletons have now passed the time they can last, and they are gone.

Benjamin shook the rain off his body, thought for a moment, and put Nana in his pocket.

Then he loaded his wand, stretched out a pair of overly pale hands, and knocked on the castle gates.

The rain was getting heavier, and Benjamin was worried about whether the sound of the rain would drown out the sound of his knock on the door.

Almost two minutes later, the door opened with a "babble".

What popped up was a white flowery head.

Well, on closer inspection, it's an old man. He was hunched over the waist and spoke in a language that Benjamin did not understand.

Benjamin had no choice but to ask slowly in English, "Hello, it's raining heavily, can I come in and stay for a while?"

The old man didn't know if he understood, but he opened the crack in the door, turned sideways, and let Benjamin into the castle.

As soon as Benjamin entered, he was intrigued by the ornate décor inside.

Although Hogwarts is just as opulent, it is more aristocratic, tasteful, and full of classical atmosphere.

In the middle of the room hung a portrait of a handsome young man.