However, Benjamin failed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He had just walked out of the infirmary when he bumped into Professor Snape.

He didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Benjamin, do you think that your good performance in Potions class gives you the privilege of taking what I say as a fart?"

"No, Professor, I ......," Benjamin was about to explain, but was interrupted by Professor Snape.

"It's ten o'clock now, and you should be lying in your bed instead of messing around here! Or do you think you've become Potter and want to save the world?"

Harry, who was muttering back to the common room with Ron, sneezed.

Benjamin was eventually driven back to his room.

Although he had already guessed that the monster in the secret room was the Snake King.

However, the introduction on this page that Hermione found also explained all the doubts left before.

Whoever is watched by the Serpent King will die, but all the victims here are only petrified.

Benjamin made it all clear by simply recalling the location of their murder.

No one here looked directly at the Snake King.

Colin was through the camera, so his camera and film melted.

Justin, he, who was with Nicol, who was almost headless, must have seen the Serpent King through the ghost's body, and it was only petrified.

As for the ghosts, they don't die right away.

Hermione and the Ravenclaw student, they were in the library at the time, and there was a mirror on the floor.

Yes, they must have seen the Serpent King through the mirror on the ground.

As for the cat, Mrs. Loris, there happened to be a puddle of water on the ground.

The spider's escape from Hogwarts and the rooster being killed for no apparent reason are proof of all this.

Benjamin thought about it and wrote it all down on a piece of paper.

Then it was solemnly placed in a small box.

When Benjamin fell asleep, Miss Skeleton sat up from the ground. She pushed open the window, looked at the dark sky, and sighed.

The next day, Hagrid was captured in Azkaban, and news of Dumbledore's deposition spread.

Almost all of them had fear and fear written on their faces.

Everyone spoke in a much lower voice, as if they were worried about disturbing something hidden in the shadows.

Even Slytherin had a worried look on his face. Many of them, although they didn't like Dumbledore very much, knew that Dumbledore was self-evident about the safety of Hogwarts.

It's just surprising that at this time, no one even offered to leave the school.

"Benjamin, you look bad. I also feel very sorry about Miss Granger. Daphne walked over, looking anxiously at Benjamin, looking overwhelmed.

"I, I'm actually fine. Benjamin waved his hand, "It's just a bad premonition." ”

"Don't say that," Daphne interrupted Benjamin abruptly, "in our wizarding world, this hunch is very valid and accurate. ”

Benjamin shrugged, not very concerned.

He was just trying to find an opportunity where no one was around, sneaking into the sink.

That's right, the tube, the hell knows how Hermione's head grows, and it can be associated with the tube.

Daphne looked unusually worried when she saw Benjamin's absent-minded look. "Are you going to do something?"

"Me?" Benjamin was a little surprised, was the expression on his face so obvious?" ”

Daphne was about to speak, when Professor McGonagall's loud voice rang out from all sides of the campus.

It's just that there is undisguised sadness and weariness in this voice.

All the students immediately returned to their dormitories in their respective colleges. All teachers return to the staff lounge. Act now. ”

Something happened again? That was Benjamin's first thought, and Daphne's face turned white with fright.

"Two more students have an accident, they, they were directly captured by the monster and caught in the secret room!"

Professor McGonagall's voice was on the verge of breaking.

At this time, the voices of other teachers also came out.

Professor Flitwick let out a scream. Professor Sprout jerked his hands over his mouth. Professor Snee grabbed the back of a chair tightly and asked, "How can you be sure?"

"The heir of Slytherin," said Professor McGonagall with a very pale face, "left another line of writing. Just below the last text, it reads: Their bones will remain in the Chamber of Secrets forever. ”

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but cry.

"Who are they?" said Mrs. Hooch, who slumped into a chair with her knees limp. "Which two students?"

"Neville Longbottom, and Frank. Professor McGonagall said tiredly.

Benjamin smiled self-deprecatingly, if it was just Neville, he probably wouldn't have really done anything (he wasn't Potter). But after hearing Frank's name, Benjamin shook his head in dismay.

Maybe it's because I'm worried about Frank's identity being exposed, or maybe I'm just worried about Frank.

"We must send all the students home tomorrow," Professor McGonagall said, "and that's the end of Hogwarts." Dumbledore used to say.

"Daphne, I need to go somewhere now. ”

Benjamin didn't hesitate to turn away.

Daphne stamped her feet, but could only look at Benjamin's departing back, and exclaimed, "You, be careful! I won't tell anyone else!"

Benjamin certainly heard this, and he couldn't help but smile shallowly.

Daphne didn't disappoint him.

Benjamin came to the sink alone, and he saw the myrtle.

"Oh, it's you again, young man, my sink has been frequented by you boys this semester!"

"We?" said Benjel, visibly surprised, as he looked at Myrtle, "why do you think it's us?

Myrtle nodded, obviously not quite understanding why Benjamin was curious about this.

"Of course, besides you, there's a fat Gryffindor. He looks very shy and introverted, and every time I talk to him, he blushes!"

The weeping myrtle suddenly giggled.

Benjamin held his forehead helplessly, he didn't want to hear the two men flirting at all.

It's just that he has already determined the identity of Gryffindor's fat man.

It's Neville Longbottom.

"Thank you, Myrtle, and thank you so much for telling me this. I need to go now!"

When Benjamin had finished, he opened a door to the sink.

"I, I'm not done yet!" Myrtle looked depressed.