For the next few days, the Hogwarts students talked about the attack on Lady Loris, without talking about anything else. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, almost everyone knew that Filch was suspicious of Harry. As for what they think, Benjamin is not clear. However, he didn't think that this group of students was so noble.

In addition, Filch's performance also made everyone forget this incident all the time. He often paced around the place where Lady Loris had been killed, as if thinking that the attackers would come back.

Benjamin had seen him scrub the writing on the wall with the "Lady Skoll Brand All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover", but in vain, the writing still shimmered so brightly on the stone wall.

When Filch is not patrolling the crime scene, he glares at two red eyes, stealthily hides in the hallway, and then suddenly pounces on the unsuspecting students, trying to find excuses to keep them confined, such as their "gasping too loudly" or "grinning faces".

Benjamin was once passing by the Gryffindor table when he heard Ron holding a loaf of bread in his mouth and muttering.

Of course, it was for this reason that Benjamin was so vague that he didn't even know who Ron was talking to.

"You like cats, how do I not know......" Ron took another bite of bread, in fact, you and Lady Loris were not familiar at all. Truth be told, we're more comfortable without it. ”

Ginny's lips began to tremble as she sat across from Ron.

"It doesn't happen very often at Hogwarts," Ron immediately reassured her, "and they'll soon catch the madman who caused the trouble and get him out of here." I only hope he has time to petrify Filch before he is expelled. I'm just kidding—" Ron saw Ginny's face turn white, and quickly added.

Benjamin smiled, and walked away alone. Actually, Benjamin didn't really want to be seen by Hermione here.

Benjamin and Hermione hadn't met in the library since the last time the two of them had worked together on a perfume that had failed.

Of course, the main reason is that Hermione will always catch him asking about the secret room. Benjamin had asked Draco, but Draco was vague and vague, not even knowing where the Chamber of Secrets was or how it could be opened.

"Benjamin, you're finally here, or I thought you'd be going to join Gryffindor!" said Daphne with a smile, she didn't know when she had been a regular at their table.

And, of course, Astoria. She was pestering Draco every day, and Benjamin had heard Pansy mention it, as if the family was indeed willing to use Astoria to marry the Malfoys.

However, Pansy's tone is not very good when she mentions it.

"I think the Greengrasses have always been too greedy, even though they are also an old aristocracy. But compared to the Malfoy family, she was still a little far behind, and she actually felt that she was qualified to sit in the position of little Malfoy. Pansy's expression was even a little distorted.

Benjamin certainly knew that Pansy liked Draco, a fact that anyone with a discerning eye knew.

But she and Draco both have a tacit understanding, lovers are not full, and they do not pierce it.

Seeing the aggressive Astoria, it is normal for Pansy to have this kind of small emotion.

"And you don't know," Pansy put her mouth to Benjamin's ear, "I've heard that Astoria was trained to marry into a wealthy family from a young age. So, I don't think she's a simple girl. ”

Benjamin hit a spirit, not quite understanding how he ended up in memory mode. And when he finished remembering, he found that he had to hurry to the next class.

Historiography of Magic.

As a class of Gryffindor and Slytherin together, it is rare that the students of the two houses do not contradict.

Because everyone fell asleep to Professor Binns' seemingly hypnotic voice.

Today, classes are still as boring as usual. Professor Binns opened his notes and read them in a dry, low, monotone voice like an old vacuum cleaner, and at last the class was groggy, occasionally coming back to their senses, copying out a name or date, and then falling back into a half-sleep. Even Benjamin, he needed to talk to Draco once in a while to refresh himself.

Half an hour after Professor Binns spoke, something happened that had never happened before. Hermione held her hand up.

"What is she doing?" Draco rubbed his eyes, wondering if she had seen something wrong.

"She's raising her hand, could it be that Professor Binns just asked a question?" Benjamin knew Hermione's personality, and she always became agitated and excited when the professor asked questions.

"Probably not. Draco said firmly, his eyes staring at Hermione.

Professor Binns was giving a very boring lecture on the International Wizarding Convention of 1289 when he looked up and looked very surprised. "You're—"

"I'm Granger, Professor. I don't know if you can tell us what's going on in the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione said in a clear voice.

Gryffindor's Dean had been staring out the window with his mouth open all this time, when he suddenly woke up from his trance, Kebra and Goyle's heads lifted from their arms, and Neville's elbow dropped off the table.

"Oh, what an unexpected question. Draco said with some schadenfreude, though judging by his expression, Draco was a little curious, as Mr. Lucius hadn't told him much.

Benjamin touched his chin and said in a very helpless tone, "I knew that she must not have died yet." Why did she end up with the secret room!"

Professor Binns blinked.

"My course is the history of magic," he said in that dry, breathless voice, "I study facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends. He cleared his throat and made a soft clatter like the breaking of chalk, and continued: "Just in October of that year, a special group of magicians from the island of Quitting—"

Professor Binns, he stammered to a halt. Because Hermione raised her hand in the air and waved it again.

"Miss Granger?" Professor Binns said with some displeasure. He didn't quite understand how this girl with such excellent grades seemed to be a different person today.