"Oh, it's that idiot!" whispered a dark-haired young man, but Benjamin caught it in his ears. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then Benjamin suddenly turned his head and glanced at the young man, a biting cold rushing from his feet to his head.

"Hey, people hear me, you be quiet!Frank, what's wrong with you??," Even in England, September wasn't cold at all, and his companion watched Frank shiver incessantly in surprise.

Dumbledore, the kindly old man with the white beard, seemed to sense something, and turned his gaze to the little episode on this side.

As a necromancer who has been fighting guerrilla warfare with the church all year round, Benjamin has a very keen sense of danger, and that old man is not simple.

Benjamin laughed and sat down in his chair as if nothing had happened.

"I noticed that he looked good when he smiled. Pansy said suddenly, though her gaze was still on Draco's.

There were quite a few people who thought the same way as Pansy, and they all began to doubt the veracity of the rumors. After all, a well-known German magic family wouldn't let a fool be the heir, would it?

And the strange cold in Frank's body is gone. He was somewhat suspicious that this was Benjamin's trick, and immediately dismissed the idea. Even the professors at Hogwarts don't know how to cast spells without a wand.

Calmly placing the Sorting Hat on his head, Benjamin oblivious to the dust on it.

"Oh, you're, you're a wise wizard, I mean, I've never seen your knowledge! Would you like to go to Ravenclaw?

Well, genius, those two words did not please Benjamin. Maybe a madman suits him well.

"I'm a pure-blood wizard, and according to tradition, I should go to Slytherin. Benjamin told the Sorting Hat with a blank face.

"Oh, tradition, you old-fashioned pure-blood nobles!Well, Slytherin, as you wish, may you find true friendship in Slytherin. ”

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat exclaimed.

The long table, which had the smallest number of people, immediately erupted in applause, a Slytherin, good, but hopefully he was not the same as the rumors.

At least if he can come to Hogwarts, doesn't that prove that he's not a squib, doesn't it?

Benjamin walked behind Head Slytherin, Snape Severus, who had long greasy hair and wore a black robe.

Another more dangerous wizard, Benjamin curled the corners of his mouth, it is always a good choice to have a leader with good strength.

The sorting ceremony went on in an orderly manner, and by the time it was time for the Savior Harry Potter, he was given his wish to Gryffindor, just like his parents.

Of course, there was a burst of applause and cheers in the Gryffindor camp.

"Oh, Harry Potter!

"Haha, I knew he belonged to Gryffindor!"

"Do you think he really has a lightning scar on his head?"

Benjamin listened to the lively discussion at the Gryffindor table, and the Slytherins, most of them remained silent, some with deliberate smirks on their faces.

That's the vibe he loves!

The red-haired boy standing next to Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, was also sorted into Gryffindor.

When Draco saw this, he sneered, "Traitor to pure-blood wizards, the Weasleys. ”

Pansy and the others immediately let out a laugh of approval.

Benjamin? Oh, he doesn't care about these kids' petty fights.

If he could, he would love to sneak out at night and study ghosts.

Perhaps, the ghosts of the two worlds are different?

Necromancy, it's really the most interesting thing in the world.

After the sorting ceremony, Benjamin and the others were brought to the table.

Oh, it was an empty plate, and Benjamin knew it had to be Dumbledore, the bad taste of the white-bearded old man. He was also a devout Catholic (just wishful thinking on the part of his poor mother, who was later defiled by the local priest. He had followed his mother to a pastor's house.

Benjamin had to admit that the priest had some skills, he knew magic. He especially likes to give speeches before eating, praise himself, and wait for everyone to applaud him before serving.

Let's hope this old man isn't.

Unsurprisingly, Dumbledore rose from his position, smiling as he received the heartfelt applause from the crowd.

"He's so popular?" asked Benjamin to Draco next to him.

Draco took Benjamin's question as an affirmative, "Well, of course, I mean, my father didn't like him. ”

"Welcome!" Dumbledore waved at the crowd, "Welcome to Hogwarts and start the school year!" That's it: stupid, crying nose, screw, screw! Thank you!"

After that, he sat down, and there was another round of fierce applause.

Benjamin had no intention of guessing, and it was difficult to understand the reason for their heartfelt applause, and I hope not to be another arrogant madman.

When he looked at the empty plate just now, there were now plates of yellow, orange and orange roast suckling pig, steak with the aroma of black pepper, roast lamb with oil, pork chops, roast chicken, fried fish, chips and so on.

It's all to Benjamin's taste, and of course Benjamin's mouth has been nourished since he ate a hometown dish made by a guest from the East.

I don't know if I can eat such a delicious taste again in this world.

Benjamin, who was cutting medium-rare steak, suddenly smelled blood, and he was sure it was not beef.

Turning his head to look over, he found that at some point, there was a ghost sitting in the empty seat to his left, a ghost covered in blood.

Benjamin struggled to resist the urge to laugh, a ghost he knew all too well.

"Barrow, is that you?" Benjamin used psychic language, the language used by necromancers to communicate with the undead.

Many people have asked Benjamin why he had to use psychic language, even though he and the ghost both speak English. Benjamin's explanation is: "To be different, of course. ”

The Bloody Barrow would never have imagined that after he followed his master through the crossing, the two of them would be separated. He turns into a new ghost, working at a school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts.

For a traditional ghost, it's a bit of a scary.

Thanks to Merlin, he had once again touched his master, and his eyes were infallible, deep, as if they were a dark ocean, and that was......

"Why don't you speak, in a daze?" asked Benjamin again. Although Barrow has changed, his soul is polluted by Benjamin's own hands, and there is no mistake about the wonderful aura of madness and bloodthirstiness!

"Oh, my lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Bloody Barrow, at your disposal!"