The next few weeks were a quiet affair for the students, if you ignore Miss Jack-of-all-trades, who only has two friends, Frank and Benjamin (Benjamin himself doesn't think so). Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In these weeks, Benjamin has conducted a comprehensive study of Peeves, in terms of height and measurements, which is called carpet research in modern terms.

After no breakthrough, Benjamin turned his attention to Peeves's origins.

But about this, Peeves kept silent.

"No! Peeves won't tell the kid that!"

Even the threat of Baro the Bloody Man, Peeves did not flinch in the slightest.

In the end, Benjamin had no choice but to give up, he couldn't kill Peeves, and the whole school would know about the disappearance of such a ghost.

Benjamin may be waiting for more than just dropping out.

He may also be considered a Death Eater.

Madame Ludwig finally remembered that she had a son who went to Hogwarts, so she gave Benjamin a scarf she had knitted herself to show that she was a good mother.

"Merlin's beard, Benjamin, this fuchsia scarf is horrible. I mean, I'm afraid my grandma will like it. "Pansy, this girl is good-looking and has a good personality, but sometimes she can't speak.

Benjamin's face turned white for a moment, and Draco apparently pleased with the situation, and began to discuss the color of the scarf with Pansy.

"Draco, has Mr. Malfoy considered marrying the Parkinsons? Benjamin said harshly.

Pansy, however, was so happy with this that she even bowed her head shyly.

"Oh, Benjamin, I mean, you're right!" said Pansy gratefully.

Goyle and Crabbe were in charge of laughing in the back.

I feel like I've been with them for a long time, and my IQ will definitely get lower. Benjamin thought involuntarily.

However, when he saw Harry and Ron laughing at the red scarf Neville had given him, Benjamin felt the smell of the air he breathed.

It's called the taste of stupidity.

With all the noise and laughter, the students of Hogwarts ushered in Halloween and the exciting three-day holiday.

The hallway was already full of jack-o-lanterns, and the sweet scent of pumpkins filled the air.

What pleased the students the most was that Professor Fleeway already thought they could make objects fly.

That's a really cool spell. Especially after Professor Fleeway let his classmates' pets fly in the air.

Today, they finally have the opportunity to try it out for themselves.

Benjamin and Draco were in a group, and they finished very quickly, almost when everyone was powerless against the feathers in front of them.

Draco said lazily, "Yuga Dim Leviosa!". Then the feather in the middle of them flew up from the ground and even proudly spun in a circle in the air.

"Merlin's socks, your feathers are as pompous as yours. Benjamin said mercilessly.

Draco, however, took it as a compliment.

"Mr. Malfoy, very well done, you deserve the warmest applause. ”

In the afternoon, Benjamin and Frank had no classes, and they were hanging out around the school.

"Ron is really not a good guy. Frank said categorically.

Hearing Frank say this about someone like that, Benjamin asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"

Frank angrily explained, "They were mean to Hermione. It's all because of jealousy, jealousy of people who are smarter than themselves. And they don't want to think about what they usually do, he and the savior, except bragging, is getting into trouble!"

Benjamin shrugged, isn't it normal, talented people tend to suffer from jealousy. After all, this is a society where idiots do the mainstream. Benjamin was pleased with his clumsy foresight.

At dinnertime, almost everyone couldn't help but let out a sound of admiration as soon as they entered the restaurant.

A thousand bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more, like low clouds, swirled above the table, causing the candle flames in the pumpkin's belly to flicker. The delicacies suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just like at the opening banquet.

While Benjamin was cutting the steak, the garlic-smelling Professor Quirrell burst into the dining room. His scarf was crooked around his neck, and his face was full of horror.

The button on Benjamin's chest, the vampire bat named Nana, shook uneasily.

It seems that the rumors that vampires are afraid of garlic are not false.

"Trolls, trolls in the basement classroom!I thought you all knew!" Professor Quirrell said breathlessly, as he walked over to Professor Dumbledore's desk, leaning effortlessly against it.

With that, he fell headlong to the floor and passed out.

There was chaos in the restaurant. Professor Dumbledore had to make a few screeching fireworks explosions on his wand's head before everyone fell silent.

"Prefect," he said in a deep voice, "bring the students of your academy to the dormitory at once!"

The Slytherin prefects are naturally at ease.

"Follow me! Don't get separated, first-year-earner, as long as you do what I tell you to, don't be afraid of any trolls! Get out of the way, the first-graders are going to pass! I beg your pardon, I'm the prefect!"

Benjamin carefully dodged the frightened crowd, especially the pale and dazed Hufflepuffs, and hell, Benjamin thought the trolls hadn't come yet, and they scared himself to death.

Benjamin, who had planned to follow the crowd back to the break room, was caught by Frank.

"Let go of my hand! Oh, Frank, it's you. Why are you so flustered, it's a public place here!" Benjamin broke free of Frank's hand, these necromantic creatures really liked to stick to themselves.

Frank gave Benjamin a blank look before he said nervously.

"Oh no, Hermione, Hermione wasn't in the cafeteria, and no one informed her!"

Benjamin gave Frank a surprised look, a look of heat and pride. (Frank: Benjamin, don't look at me like that.) ）

He didn't expect that the zombie he had refined would have feelings, which was a great thing.

If he was still in the original world, he could publish a paper to the Magical Society and then apply for a patent.

I feel like I've lost 100 million.

"Well, Hermione, we should probably save her. Benjamin's actual thought was, "Troll, that's a troll! Who knows what kind of necromantic creature can be refined from the blood of a troll!"