"Finished?"

Benjamin lazily played with the wand in his hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After thinking for a moment, Barrow the Bloody nodded.

His eyes rolled, as if trying to figure out Benjamin's thoughts.

"Benjamin, you can't let him go!"

Draco saw that Benjamin had finally raised his wand, ready to block it again.

However, before he could say anything, a light shot out from the tip of his wand and landed on Barrow the Bloody.

A wisp of white smoke floated out of Barrow the Bloody.

The vines in the room were gone, and Draco looked around, wondering if it was all his hallucination.

"You, you killed him?"

Draco's voice trembled slightly, the proud platinum nobleman had seen the killing in front of him almost for the first time.

He seemed to be a little afraid.

Benjamin certainly couldn't have left the bloody Barrow behind, and all that awaited the traitor was death.

It's just that what Benjamin didn't expect was that the body of the bloody Barrow did not disappear, and it should have become the original owner again.

So, if Benjamin dies by then, will the original owner be able to reoccupy this body?

Benjamin had an interesting thought, and he unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

It's just that he still has a lot to do now, damn it, his spirit is extremely weak now, and his magic has tended to dry up.

"Forget it!"

Benjamin felt that this should be the last magic he could use today. The only thing that was fortunate was that he had been refining psychotropic potions in his dormitory before.

Can be used to replenish mana.

Draco was surprised to see Benjamin raise his wand at him, and a white light struck Draco's head.

It's a mantra of forgetting.

After letting Draco see so many things, Benjamin certainly couldn't have let him keep those memories.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he had tried to learn and construct this magic some time ago when he was arguing with Hermione some time ago, Benjamin might have killed Draco today.

Although he did so, Benjamin felt that the consequences that awaited him were no different from revealing his identity.

Given Benjamin's limited magic powers, Draco wasn't much of a shock, and he was still thinking about the fact that he had just finished all his subjects.

He should have answered the last big question, yes, about which wizards had invented the automatic mixing crucible.

"Benjamin, where is this?" Draco rubbed his head, and he saw Benjamin pour a bottle of green liquid into his mouth. Oh my god, what a disgusting thing that is.

"Draco, don't you know what to observe? This is the hallway on the fourth floor. It's where Dumbledore won't let us get close. Benjamin even asked Draco to come over and point him to the three-headed Hellhounds over there.

The stupid big dog was spitting out a pink tongue at this time.

Saliva fell to the ground.

"Dumbledore, I remember, you said there was a Philosopher's Stone hidden here?" Draco shook his head again, he always felt as if he had overlooked something.

It's just that he couldn't remember what he had overlooked.

"Well, then why am I here, and you, it looks like you're hurt. ”

Even more surprising was that the Bloody Barrow, the Slytherin ghost, walked past them as if nothing had happened, and he looked really fierce.

Benjamin shrugged, then casually said:

"Oh, yes. You heard that Harry and they were going to sneak here today, so they came here to keep watch. Don't you do that often, Draco. ”

That's what Draco would do, because, he kind of trusted Benjamin.

"Really, I'm probably too tired to revise these days, and my brain is a little messy. Did Harry, have they gone in? I mean, are we still waiting here?"

Draco always felt a little incoherent, Merlin, that wasn't a good sign!

"You can go back to Draco first, it's not a fun place. If Harry and they come over, I'll be sure to inform Filch. You know, I hate Harry too. You have a headache right now, and what you need is a good rest. ”

Benjamin slowly walked towards the three-headed dog of hell, and of course he was ready to sing loudly.

After all, no one knew when Professor Quirrell would come over.

If he gets the Philosopher's Stone before him, Benjamin still has some certainty of repelling him.

However, Draco seems to have been taken on by Frank (Frank: excuseme?) and follows him directly.

"Are you going to get ready to go in? I know what you're trying to do, Benjamin. You want the Philosopher's Stone to heal your curse, don't you? The noble Malfoy family will always lend a helping hand to their friends. Of course, I just grudgingly accepted your friendship. ”

Draco drew his wand and bent down, settling into a battle-ready stance.

In fact, Draco wasn't at all sure if he would be able to defeat the three-headed dog of Hell.

"It sucks!"

Benjamin covered his face with his hands, why did he become a child? No, he was surrounded by such bear children! They must have read a lot of chivalric novels when they were children, yes, it must have been!

Benjamin didn't have much time to explain to Draco though, and told him to get out.

Benjamin had a hunch that Professor Quirrell was already on the verge of coming.

A wizard's hunch is always accurate once or twice.

"Alright, Draco, then you swear that you can't tell anyone everything you see, well, everything you hear. ”

Benjamin looked at Draco very seriously.

Although Draco didn't quite understand Benjamin's intentions, he nodded seriously when he saw his straight chest, meticulous hair, and bottomless pupils.

At this moment, there was even a bit of glorious solemnity.

Then, in the midst of what could be called a heavy atmosphere, Draco was in a state of trepidation, and the Hellhounds were already growling. It should be hungry, especially when it sees two teenagers, no, two pieces of food dangling in front of its eyes.

If it weren't for the chains, it would have pounced and swallowed them into its stomach.

Benjamin was still taking a deep breath and letting go.

Although this is a little embarrassing, and some do not conform to his always noble and cold line, but for the sake of the Philosopher's Stone, Benjamin still let it go.

He slowly opened his mouth, and could see his throat gently shaking beneath the pink tongue.

Draco's mouth opened in surprise.

Notes slowly flowed out of Benjamin's mouth.