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Benjamin looked at the bones in the circle strangely, a little confused. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Skeletons are the lowest level of necromantic creatures, and they are almost the easiest to refine. You don't even need a foundation of necromancy, as long as you have bones (which is the key), magic fluctuations in your body (not Muggles and Squibs), and you can draw formations, you can refine skeletons as little brothers.

The cost of the simple refining process is, of course, a fragile body, near-zero lethality, and slow speed.

An assistant once asked Benjamin why he had to refine useless skeletons, and they still loved bone broth.

Benjamin didn't even look at him, and said, "There is a tactic called the crowd tactic, one skeleton is useless, and a group of skeletons is still terrible." ”

Of course, when a group of skeletons meets a mage who is proficient in elemental magic, that's cannon fodder.

"Strange, why nothing happens, can't the bones of trolls be refined?"

Benjamin walked around the room, the wild vegetables in the crucible already cooked, and began to gurgle and bubble, emitting a disgusting stench.

"Rotten pieces of meat, mud of feet that have never been washed, this is a terrible pot. "Benjamin has no mercy for his black cooking. "But of course I'm not here to eat. ”

Benjamin turns the vampire bat back into its original form and throws it into the pot.

Nana struggled in the cauldron, and she had no choice but to swallow the disgusting pot into her stomach.

"Trolls, with thick skin and thick flesh, low IQ, great strength, and a rancid smell of flesh. It is a creature that seems to come out of hell, and it bears some resemblance to the legendary ghoul. ”

Benjamin read what he saw in the book without changing his face, a bold attempt, a combination of vampire bats and ghouls?

It looks like it's working well, at least Nana seems to be a little bigger now. (It's possible that I'm drinking.) ）

"Alright, baby, you can go get some sleep, maybe you'll wake up tomorrow and be a big bat. I don't know how far you are from vampires. ”

Benjamin looked out the window at the dark sky, the cold moonlight, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Maybe the bones are too big?" After finishing the mess, Benjamin turned his gaze to the bones again.

Anyway, he has two thigh bones, and it's not a pity to try one.

So Benjamin waved his wand and began to cut the bones.

"Minerva, it's so late, you should go back and rest. "Professor Dumbledore looked a little tired, and the headmaster, who was usually in high spirits, was tired sometimes.

"This troll, I hope it's an accident, Albus. I had a hunch that man was going to make a comeback, and after all these years, he ......" Professor McGonagall stood up straight, a few wrinkles on her face.

"You don't want to say his name either, I've been trying to push for everyone to be able to say his name. Voldemort. Whether he recovered or not, I don't know. All I know is that the night at Hogwarts is not so quiet. Of course, I'm glad the kids are so lively. ”

Professor Dumbledore leaned back, making a send-off gesture.

Professor McGonagall left, thinking over the Headmaster's last words.

The troll's leg bones are now broken into three, scattered on the ground.

Failed again.

Benjamin sat down on the bed a little dejected, he hadn't been so depressed since he came out of this world.

Refining skeletons! This kind of work with no technical content at all, he actually failed!

Perhaps, he is no longer qualified to be a necromancer.

Benjamin tossed the bones aside, looked at the blood in the test tube, and fell asleep in bed.

Early the next morning, while Benjamin was still drinking milk, Frank came over.

"You look so bad, didn't you sleep all night doing experiments?" Frank whispered.

"No, I just didn't fall asleep. "Benjamin would never say anything about the failure of his experiment.

"Well, I thought you helped Professor Snape last night, and he sent you materials. ”

It's really sent, but it's useless. Benjamin laughed self-deprecatingly.

For the next few nights, instead of going back to his room early, Benjamin played wizarding chess with Draco in the common room.

"Benjamin, you don't even know how to play chess?" Draco said in surprise, no wizard's child would have been untouched by this entertainment.

"I don't know how to teach me, do you want to teach me. Benjamin said displeased.

"You don't look good these days, you don't have a good temper, is there something wrong with your family?" Draco asked with some concern.

Benjamin felt that he must have hallucinated, how could the platinum nobles care about themselves.

"No, I'm just hitting a bottleneck in some kind of interest. "Draco didn't know what his interests were, but Benjamin could talk to him.

"Bottlenecks? Well, as stupid as it sounds, I mean, awesome. But why don't you think differently? For example, in a way that has never been tried before. ”

Benjamin's eyes lit up, yes, why did he stubbornly stick to the original refining method. Maybe it's because the world is different, so the refining method needs to be changed?

"Draco, I didn't think you're still a little smart. ”

Benjamin's words made Draco a little upset, what kind of compliment was this.

Before he could come to his senses, Benjamin had disappeared into the Slytherin common room.

"He's so handsome!"

"A different way! yes, I should have thought of it a long time ago, the magic circle! I should erase them and say a bunch of bird songs like in the novel?"

Benjamin had a copy of "Exploring the African Shaman", and when he heard that the author was a Muggle, Benjamin found what he wrote interesting.

"No, I can't light a bonfire in my dorm room and dance in my hull. Then I'll try this, "A Taoist Priest's Self-cultivation"? from the mysterious East, that place is good. ”

Benjamin once had the privilege of meeting an Oriental master, and he benefited a lot.

"Haste as a law!" well, Benjamin drew a talisman himself and stuck it to the bone. However, his Chinese is not standard. It's awkward.

The bones still didn't react.

He was so angry that he kicked the cauldron over.

From that day on, after Nana ate and grew a little bigger, Benjamin would boil things out of the flesh of a troll.

Tonight was the last piece of meat, and he added the petals of the man-eating flower, the roots of the sunweed, and the toes of the lizard.

The taste is not very good, but it is still precious. Especially the sungrass, which he bought from a Ravenclaw at great expense.

"Oh, no! Nana hasn't eaten yet!" exclaimed Benjamin, the button on his chest twitching, as if moved.

Several bones quickly tumbled in the viscous liquid, and then made a "sizzling" sound.