Necromancers Guide to Magic Chapter 16

Barrow revealed a pleased smile on his face seeing his master finally fall asleep.

There were times that Benjamin would stay up in his laboratory everyday. He would not eat, sleep, and simply refine corpses and his own body. It was a industrial process that he went through, never stopping.

School days always fly fast. Most of the students are familiar with the basic courses after the end of the first week.

A lot of people started to have a feel for who Benjamin pretended to be. They could see that he is at least not a squib, isn’t stupid, but not smart at the same time. At least they think so.

Draco was really smart but jealous of people at the same time. He liked Benjamin though and they had a sort of friendship.

Admittedly, Benjamin didn't really like this kind of friendship. It sort of reminded him of slugs the way Draco stuck to him.

The only thing that made Benjamin feel bad about is the upcoming broomstick lessons.

Quidditch. What a strange name, this would be my first time actually seeing it.

The boys around Benjamin started to become excited for the lesson.

Draco as well seemed excited as he started to complain about one of the school rules regarding the sport.

“Why does the Slytherin house not recruit freshmen for players? They really are stupid. They don't know how well I play Quidditch. Well, you know I have … … ”

In addition to the Slytherin house, Gryffindor seemed equally excited for the sport.

Benjamin started to listen to Frank who was talking to the red haired Ron Weasley. Ron would boast that he had dealt with the broomstick from birth.

(Oh, I guess he is a natural cleaner.)

Frank of course didn't understand the fanatical look in Ron as he was muggle born. He had his own obsessions with football.

Both of the boys started a dispute on the two sports and somewhere along the line Ron mentioned his Arsenal team poster hanging up in the dorm.

Benjamin had no idea what football was so he just stared blankly.
The group of new students went over to the venue where they were to practice on brooms. It was on flat grounds with the forbidden forest was just in sight.

A breeze pasted by the group of students while the bright sun glared upon them. Benjamin never did care for the brightness of the sun.

“Haha, Benjamin! Look at me for a moment, I’m sure I’ll be able to make a big splash in front of Potter!” Draco said proudly.

Benjamin looked at him. I just don't understand why he so stressed at impressing Potter. If it had not been for Draco disliking him so much, he would have thought that Draco was in pursuit of Potter.

The Gryffindor students stood not too far away. Both classes stood apart from each other as if they had been separated by a river.

Benjamin glanced over at Hermione Granger for a moment. She had been standing next to Frank looking a bit confused.

(Interesting)

He saw in her hand a Beginner’s Guide to Quidditch. Such a good school girl.

Benjamin looked back to see their teacher walk across the field. Madam Hooch, a short-haired women with a pair of yellow eyes similar to an eagle’s.

Though she did not look as severe.

Mrs. Hooch came over and pointed to the broomsticks on the floor that were organized in a neat and orderly manner.

“Everyone, listen to my command. Go over to the nearest broomstick. Stretch out your right hand and say, UP!”

Madam Hooch performed the action and sure enough, the broom flew to the heart of her hand.

Benjamin looked a bit surprised.

This world is a bit strange.

A broom can be used to fly?

Flying magic is a very important magic in his previous world and only intermediate magicians can learn it.

Taking a deep breath, Benjamin followed the movements of Madam Hooch while facing the broom at his feet. He commanded the broom at that moment.

“UP!”

The broom flew into his hands as Benjamin glanced about to his fellow classmates. The looks in their eyes varied. Some where disappointed with their results but most people eventually successfully picked up their broom after a few attempts.

“First, I want to teach you all the right postures when flying a broomstick. You need to ride like me.”

Mrs. Hooch swept through everyone’s actions and pointed out some of the problems they had.

Almost everyone was picked out in the group, including Draco.

“Mr. Ludwig, do not be nervous. You have to relax, this action is actually very standard.”

Mrs. Hooch softly whispered to him.

Benjamin’s face flashed red but he quickly controlled his appearance. He could not let others see his embarrassment.

“Well, Ma’am, its my first time.”

Benjamin whispered back and Mrs. Hooch gave him a smile of appreciation.

“Well, Now. Everybody wait for me to blow this whistle and push off the ground a few feet. Then come back down. Three…. Two… One..”

Before she could blow the whistle, the young Neville Longbottom pushed off the ground early and lost control of his broomstick.

“Oh, Dear! Neville! What is he doing?”

Hermione said in surprised as she covered her eyes.

“Come back! Child!”

Hooch said but her words did not seem to work. Neville rushed out in a parabola. It was as if he was being shot out of a wine bottle. His broom jerked back and forth.

Neville’s face paled from the fear. He started to slip down and then fell on the ground while issuing a miserable cry.

Mrs. Hooch looked at Neville, her face equally as pale.

Benjamin saw from the beginning what happened.

Unexpectedly, Frank ran over to Benjamin’s side to whisper to him.

“Why did you not save Neville? You obviously could.”

“Mrs. Hooch did not save him…”

“She was stunned, but you looked so calm when it happened.”

“You are a zombie. Why are you being such a Gryffindor? If I went to save him It would just be no good. I may also be found out.”

“What if he fell to his death………”

Chapter end