"Miss Parkinson, and Mr. Ludwig, I'm afraid you'll need to get out of here. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Although the greenhouse is a mess by you. ”

Professor Sprout pushed them out mercilessly, and she didn't even notice a piece of crab claw orchid peeking out of Benjamin's pocket.

On the way back, Pansy just muttered, "Dumbledore, what does he have to do with Professor Sprout?"

Then he put it behind him.

Benjamin, on the other hand, was lost in thought, which almost proved that Dumbledore had indeed involved every professor in order to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

Hagrid's three-headed dog, Professor Sprout's devil's web.

I didn't expect Harry to guess correctly by mistake.

This really took Benjamin by surprise.

"Alright, Benjamin, you're in a daze again. You remember to give Draco the Moonsilver Grass to eat. ”

Benjamin oh, kind of agreed, Pansy.

The grinding of the Moonsilver Grass was fairly simple, and after roughly shoving them into Draco's mouth, the red-faced boy who had been in a coma until now finally woke up.

"Ben, Benjamin?"

Draco rubbed his head, as if it was hard to imagine that it was Benjamin who appeared in front of him, not Madam Pomfrey, or his father.

"How could it be you, no, I mean, what's wrong with me, I remember I'm still in class, Professor Snape......"

Benjamin interrupted Draco and told him to go on, he didn't want to continue listening to.

"Yes, you were in class, but you suddenly fainted. However, your godfather, Professor Snape, announced that your last usual grade was zero. ”

Then our platinum nobleman, Draco, was completely stunned.

Judging by his expression, Benjamin felt that perhaps he would rather continue to sleep on his own.

What a surprising realization.

"Merlin's socks! That's Potions class, and if I just pass Potions in my final exam, my father will scold me to death. ”

As for how Draco was grieving, Benjamin had already turned away.

If he's not mistaken, today is the last Quidditch match.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw match.

He just wanted to see if Professor Quirrell would use some special means in today's game.

"Hey, Benjamin, why are you alone today?"

Frank trotted over excitedly, still with an indifferent Ron behind him, and Hermione, who was secretly waving to Benjamin.

"Oh me, I just thought the weather was nice today, and it would be a shame not to come out and soak up the sun. ”

Benjamin glanced at Harry in the prep area again, and he looked in a trance.

"What's wrong with him, our savior?" asked Benjamin, pointing at Harry.

Frank whispered, "I don't know, I think I'm still being isolated by everyone, so I'm in a trance." And I guess there are also his own reasons. Ever since he came back from the Forbidden Forest with you that day, he has had Voldemort and the Philosopher's Stone on his lips. ”

Frank paused, then continued:

"Benjamin, is it really Voldemort who wants the Philosopher's Stone? I heard Harry and Hermione say that Professor Snape was at Voldemort's behest. ”

Today's referee was Dumbledore, and Professor Snape was far away, but Benjamin believed that he was keeping an eye on Professor Quirrell.

Harry, Snape, Quirrell, these three people are really intricately related.

Benjamin smiled noncommittally, "Yes, I sometimes admire Harry's imagination. It's a shame he didn't choose to be a writer in the first place. ”

And just when Frank wanted to keep asking, the game began.

It was still Lee Jordan and Professor McGonagall who were in the live broadcast room.

Of course, all Professor McGonagall had to do was remind Lee at all times, "Watch your wording, Lee!"

This was probably the most boring Quidditch match Benjamin had ever seen.

Harry wandered around the pitch as if he had lost his soul, and he was nearly knocked off his broomstick by the Quaffle.

In the end, the Golden Snitch was taken by Cho Zhang.

It was a Gryffindor fiasco.

Each lion cub was dejected as if it had experienced a catastrophe.

They looked at each other, and there was no common language other than a few words of Harry's absence.

"Harry is pathetic. ”

Benjamin said to Frank as he left the playing field and was about to return to the castle.

"I know, you mean he fell hard from the clouds. Now no one says he's a savior, a Gryffindor's pride. Frank sighed, wondering if he remembered his recklessness in the first place.

He had admired Harry so much, and he had despised Benjamin so much.

"Frank, I think you can go back, I'm sure at this time, no one wants to see a Gryffindor follow Slytherin back to the common room. ”

Benjamin gave a friendly reminder and hurried away.

Of course, there was a reason why he was in such a hurry to leave, and he saw Professor Quirrell walking in this direction.

Now Benjamin is going to put an end to contact with Professor Quirrell.

Avoid unnecessary hassles.

He wished he was like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows.

So when Draco walked over angrily, Benjamin subconsciously leaned over.

Professor Quirrell disappeared into the crowd.

"Benjamin, I've finally found you, and you're lying to me! I went to ask Professor Snape, but he told me there was no such thing!"

Draco said angrily, he was now like a roaring dragon.

"Of course, it's just a joke, Draco. ”

Benjamin had to show a decent smile, an angry child, always a terrible existence.

Draco snorted and said:

"For the sake of you helping me find the Moonsilver Grass, I'll forgive you. By the way, I just ran into Peeves, but strangely enough, I noticed that it seemed to be singing, and of course, it was still incomplete. ”

Benjamin's eyes flashed with a hint of understanding, but he still smiled and said:

"Yes? It seems that music is really something that deserves to be spread and promoted, it is so wonderful. ”

Draco was quickly overwhelmed by Benjamin, "Aren't you also practicing, singing, and bagpipes? When are you going to perform in front of us? I've heard that Cirque du Soleil is coming to London, and you might be able to get a position." ”

Benjamin was disdainful of talking to Draco.

"You may need to distinguish between musicals and concerts. ”