Lockhart obviously didn't expect Benjamin to change his conversation, so he had to nod and say, "That's right, you deserve to be the best student last year!"

"Benjamin, why do I think you've done something?" Draco whispered suddenly, he lowered his voice just because he didn't want Frank on the other side of Benjamin to hear him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Really?" said Benjamin, then waited for Lockhart to release the elf from the cage. If one looks closely, they will see that the eyes of these elves have turned red. "I just made them a little bit more welcoming. Otherwise, it's not a dangerous creature. ”

In fact, Benjamin used a small trick that wasn't even magical. He was merely using a surreptitious emotional spell that had limited effect on wizards, but was very useful for lower creatures and Muggles.

These little elves were iron-blue, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very sharp and piercing voices, as if many budgies were arguing. As soon as the covers were removed, they began to chirp, jump up and down, shake the cage grille, and make all sorts of weird grimaces at those who came nearby. After Benjamin used magic, they screamed louder, almost twisting the bars of their cages.

"Well," Lockhart cried out, "look what you do with them!" He opened the cage door.

It's a mess. The elves flew around like rockets. Two of them grabbed Neville by the ears and picked him up. A few others rushed out of the window and removed a floor of broken glass in the back row of the classroom. The rest wreak havoc in the classroom, more powerful than a rampaging rhinoceros. They grabbed inkwells and threw them at the class, tore books and paper to shreds, tore pictures from the walls, turned waste bins upside down, and threw bags and textbooks out of broken windows. A few minutes later, half of the class was hiding under the desk, Neville swinging on the chandelier. It's just that Neville keeps clutching a stack of notebooks in his hand.

Hermione's expression looked complicated, she must have wondered if Lockhart was doing this on purpose or if he was a natural idiot.

Frank is knocked to the ground by an elf, but he only gently pushes it out at Benjamin's warning.

Draco and Benjamin sat in the last row, and they and the Potter trio were the only ones in the classroom who weren't herded under the table by the elves.

"Come on, bring them together, get them together, they're just little elves......" Lockhart shouted feebly. He rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand and shouted, "Peschipixipestromy!"

To no avail, an elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out the window. Lockhart gasped and slid under the lectern table, nearly being smashed by Neville as the chandelier fell off almost instantly.

"Oh, Professor Lockhart, what are you doing here? don't you just tell us to keep our composure?" Draco said with a wicked grin, as he was naturally playing the villain.

"Malfoy, and Benjamin, can you deal with them?" said Lockhart, clutching the leg of the table. Behind him, an elf spotted his ass and tore off his trousers with one claw, revealing a pair of colorful panties.

"Didn't you tell us not to do anything?" asked Benjamin deliberately, glancing at the time in the classroom, it was almost time for class to end. The desire for dinner made Benjamin not want to waste any more time dealing with elves.

But as the elves gathered together and swarmed towards the last two rows, Benjamin drew his wand.

"It's all petrified!"

In an instant, the whole classroom fell silent.

In fact, Benjamin didn't think that the power of this magic would become so great, it seems that an intermediate magician is really a good thing.

All the twittering elves turned to stone, and the bell rang for the end of class.

With most of the students (except Harry and Draco) and Lockhart looking at him in amazement and adoration, Benjamin walked out of the classroom first.

He quietly clutched his stomach, hiding the fact that he was particularly hungry, and left with his head held high like a proud gladiator.

"He, what the hell he's been through this summer, how did he become so powerful!" Ron couldn't help but say, this feeling of envy for Slytherin was really bad.

Hermione glanced back at Harry and Ron, and then decided, "Let's go eat, boys! I'm going to the library after dinner, I can't be pulled too far away by Benjamin!"

Draco was also motivated, and he began to consider whether or not to let his father hire a governess at home.

The next few days were almost uneventful. The students quickly forgot about Benjamin's amazing performance. (They all take it for granted that they should be first in their grade.) ）

So when it came time for Potions class, when Benjamin suggested Professor Snape's alternative and better recipe for refining vitality potions, everyone seemed very calm.

"That's how it should be. ”

"Benjamin has ruled Potions class for a long time, haven't you noticed that Snape is treating him better now than he is to his godson?" Ron said to Hermione, who was visibly emaciated.

"Professor, if I make a new potion myself, do I have to tell me where my recipe came from and what inspired me?" asked Benjamin as he handed the potion he had made to Professor Snape.

Snape took the potion's hand and paused for a moment before saying, "Of course not, the beauty of Potions lies in its randomness and imagination. You might not understand that many of the recipes that are now famous are the result of a bold and adventurous attempt. Who would have thought that adding dragon's blood and man-eating flowers to a puddle of mud could make a boiling potion (a potion that can make people get excited for a short time)!"

Benjamin nodded and left satisfied.

So much so that on Saturday, Benjamin was in his room making potions, and he was throwing a cut toad into a pot of red slime. Nana was flying around the pot at this time.

"Benjamin, are you there?" said a knock outside Benjamin's door.

Miss Skeleton quickly grabbed Nana with her hand, and collapsed under Benjamin's bed, reduced to a pile of bones.

It was Draco's voice, and Benjamin reluctantly stopped what he was doing and asked, "Is there something wrong?"