"Oh my God, how did she do it!" Draco couldn't help but exclaim. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Benjamin, who had been observing others, was also attracted by the sound and turned his gaze to the podium.

Professor McGonagall turned a table into a pig with such ease.

Benjamin knew that the larger the object, the more difficult it would be to deform.

And this pig humming on the podium is undoubtedly a successful example.

It seems that this Gryffindor dean is also very powerful, Benjamin caresses his chin as he watches.

The pig wagged its tail, and then, with a flick of Professor McGonagall's wand, it turned back into a desk.

Seeing the shocked and yearning looks on all the students, Professor McGonagall nodded. "If you want to be an Auror in the future (Ron: Harry, my dream is to be an Auror!), then getting an O in Transfiguration class is a must. ”

"What is an Auror?" asked Frank, who came from a Muggle family and didn't do his homework like Benjamin, so it was normal for him not to know the proper nouns.

The girl in front of them, the shaggy Gryffindor, turned her head and said, "It's the Ministry of Magic police, it sounds cool, I think the boys like it." ”

Frank smiled at her, then said gratefully, "Thanks, my name is Frank, what's your name?"

"Hello, I, my name is Hermione Granger. Hermione looked a little excited, perhaps for the first time since she arrived at Hogwarts.

Benjamin paid no attention to them, and looked intently at Professor McGonagall. Then he jotted down lengthy notes in his own notebook.

Benjamin found that Hermione and Draco were the only two students besides him who took notes so seriously.

"Today's task is simple, you can try to turn a match into a needle. Professor McGonagall handed out matches to everyone.

Benjamin held the match in his hand with a hint of hesitation.

He has always understood the truth of shooting a bird in the head. If he hadn't turned the whole city into a necromancy, perhaps he wouldn't have been hunted down by the Church.

After all, he's still a junior magician.

So Benjamin followed the example of the others, took out his wand and clumsily cast the Transfiguration Charm. Benjamin even deliberately mispronounced a few words.

The bell rang for the end of class, and it was Hermione who had done the best, followed by Draco.

Draco said to Benjamin, a little upset and a little ostentatious, "That mudblood has some skills. Benjamin, how could you be like Harry, with no reaction at all. ”

Frank, the only person here who knew Benjamin's true strength (or at least he thought so), gave Draco a disdainful look.

"Don't mess with me. Benjamin's mouth didn't move, but his voice rang clearly in Frank's ears.

So a farce was interrupted before Benjamin stopped it.

"The next lesson is Defence Against the Dark Arts, can we sit together?" Hermione said to Frank.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts class Gryffindor didn't have to be with Slytherin, which made the students of both houses breathe a sigh of relief.

"Of course, Miss Granger. Frank said politely.

"Benjamin, your Gryffindor henchman is with a mudblood! By the way, I almost forgot that he's a mudblood, too. The two of them are a perfect match. "Draco was sometimes like a five or six-year-old kid in Benjamin's ear.

"Master Malfoy, you've been arguing many times on this topic, and I want to say that our next class is a herb class, and if we don't hurry, it's too late to get to Professor Sprout's greenhouse. Benjamin said impatiently.

Draco always kept his mouth shut, and when it came to class, he always became much more serious.

This seems to be better than the savior. Benjamin couldn't help but think.

If Professor McGonagall is like a brave, witty cat, then Professor Sprout is definitely a gentle rabbit.

This is a chubby, always smiling witch.

She took the group of first-year freshmen to explain all kinds of novel plants.

"It's evening primroses, they're very rare, you don't want to confuse them with sage. Professor Sprout said, pointing to a small clump of plants in front of him that looked like weeds.

"This, I think you all know, it's called a mandrake. Professor Sprout said, pointing to a bush of what looked like an ordinary plant.

Joining the Slytherin class was a Hufflepuff, a pimple-covered Hufflepuff who was surprised and said, "Mandrake! I've heard that it screams when it comes out of the dirt! ”

Benjamin looked at the mandrake with interest, it was a magical plant, he had to admit. If you add them to the corpse, the griffin's tears and the blood from the unicorn's neck can be used to make the most evil Ramasu if you add them to the corpse.

Professor Sprout looked at his student tenderly, then did not hesitate to add 2 points to Hufflepuff. (That's right, Professor Sprout is the head of Hufflepuff.) ）

"Does that add points? Hufflepuff is pathetic. Draco couldn't help but whisper again.

Seemingly fearing for the safety of their first-year students, Professor Sprout did not pull out the mandrake to show them as his classmates had strongly requested.

Benjamin knew that the mandrake did crow, but ordinary people were likely to be hypnotized when they heard it.

After the herb class, it's time for lunch.

"The thought that I'll see a bunch of Gryffindors in the cafeteria in a moment makes me think I'm going to be unable to eat. ”

Benjamin didn't even have to look back, he knew who this disease-free moan came from. I had to comfort myself with the fact that he was still a child.

At this time, Mr. Carl Black, the guide who had not been present all morning, sat down beside Benjamin. If it weren't for the academy rules, Benjamin believes Frank would have grabbed the spot.

"Hello, Benjamin, don't mind if I sit here. Karl asked gracefully, acting like a real aristocrat.

Benjamin looked at him with a smile, fiddled with the steak on his plate, and shook his head, "Of course." ”

"You should have a Charms class this afternoon? don't look at me in surprise, I've got your schedule here. Then you can wait for me then, and you need to follow me to a Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ”

Slytherin traditions!

Benjamin has always thought it was silly to have younger students follow their senior facilitators.

They will only be confused.

But for Benjamin himself, it was much more useful. If he could, he would even like to apply directly to skip to fifth grade.