Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Although I don't know what Blake wants to do,

Hermione simply followed his instructions.

She squatted in front of Blake,

closed her eyes, and opened her mouth.

Blake took out his wand,

and gently touched Hermione's two front teeth.

In the next second,

Hermione's two big front teeth began to slowly shrink,

until they were almost the right size, he put away his wand.

"Alright!"

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Blake with confusion.

She only felt a slight itch in her mouth just now,

and then heard Blake say it was done.

Blushing, she wanted to ask where the gift was.

Blake took out a mirror and placed it in front of Hermione.

"Take a careful look."

Hermione looked at herself in the mirror with confusion,

and then discovered with surprise that her two big front teeth, which she had always been self-conscious about, had actually shrunk!

And they had shrunk to the perfect size!

Because that pair of obtrusive front teeth had become normal in size.

Therefore, Hermione looked even cuter than before.

This slight change was enough to restore Hermione's confidence, who had been somewhat insecure about her appearance.

"I actually wanted to do this all along!"

"But my dad never agreed."

"Oh... I don't think I mentioned before, my dad is a dentist."

"He probably thought it wasn't good."

"But I don't think it's a big deal."

Hermione was so excited that she became incoherent.

"Ding! Detected extremely happy emotions."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a golden treasure chest."

Misunderstandings were resolved and her front teeth were shrunk.

Under the double joy, Hermione actually gave Blake a golden treasure chest.

This was unexpected for Blake.

"Thank you... Blake."

"And... if you hadn't arrived in time, I might have..."

Hermione remembered the mountain troll from earlier and couldn't help but feel scared.

She had read books, and mountain trolls were known to eat people...

If Blake hadn't come.

By the time the professors arrived, she might have been killed by the troll and used as food.

As for Harry and Ron? What difference did they have from herself?

She felt that they would also be killed by the troll just like her.

So, she felt that Blake had truly saved her life.

"And the things you said to Snape, I was really moved by them."

"Not letting any friend get hurt..."

"Blake, I want to say the same thing to you."

Hermione said seriously, "As long as I'm here, I won't allow you to be hurt in any way, whether it's verbally or physically!"

Blake looked at the serious expression on Hermione's face.

But he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in his heart.

Those words against Snape...

Did he really live up to them?

He had arrived there early, after all.

Doesn't being frightened count as being hurt?

If he really lived up to it, not wanting his friends to be hurt in any way.

Then... why didn't he deal with the troll before it entered the bathroom?

There was only one reason.

He was considering his own plan!

The so-called plan that would bring him the greatest benefit!

According to his deduction, the Golden Trio had to be formed.

According to the original plot, he could gain more benefits!

But... was this really right?

To put his friends in danger for a plan?

When did his heart become so indifferent?

He had traveled through.

It was a real world.

Every person here is flesh and blood.

Each person has their own unique personality.

They are not like the mechanical NPCs in the game.

So...

To hell with the plan!

As for the savior?

In the world with me, there is no need for a savior.

After realizing this, Blake suddenly felt refreshed.

"Sorry, Hermione," Blake said.

"Huh? Why are you apologizing to me?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I mean... sorry, because I'm too strong, you might not have the chance to protect me," Blake replied.

"I... I will definitely catch up to you!" Hermione glared at Blake defiantly.

"Professor Flitwick said, 'Diligence can make up for lack of talent!'" Blake laughed. "But even with good talent, I am diligent..."

Hermione remembered the two oversized bookcases in Blake's Room of Requirement.

She was speechless for a moment.

"Well... then I'll consider myself the second most talented..." she said.

In the dimly lit room.

Not even a candle.

Only the flickering light from the fireplace brought a hint of warmth in the darkness.

Next to the fireplace was a low table and a comfortable sofa.

On the table was a glass of red wine.

The wine was a bright red color.

In the dim light of the fire, it emitted a somewhat eerie glow.

Suddenly, a fair and slender hand picked up the glass.

It belonged to a witch who was only in her early twenties but remarkably beautiful.

She raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Because tonight, she had discovered something interesting.

In her hand, she held a palm-sized parchment.

On the parchment, written in red ink, were several ancient runes...

And on her slender leg, there was a black leather book.

The title on the cover was written in gold...

"New Applications of Ancient Runes."

"I knew it, ancient runes are not just for translating ancient texts, it's so much more boring!" she exclaimed.

"But those old fogies always oppose it..." she continued.

"Is translating ancient texts the only purpose for ancient runes? How boring!" she said.

"But... I didn't expect that little guy to have the same idea as me..." she mused.

"Blake Green, right? I've been hearing that name a lot lately..." she said.

After the giant incident.

Hermione was no longer so obsessed with breaking the rules.

This made even those who were used to her incessant lecturing find her much more adorable.

And because her front teeth had been reduced in size, she became more confident.

At least, when talking to others.

She no longer had to hide this flaw of hers.

During dinner in the Great Hall that night.

Cassandra saw Hermione again.

But this time, her wariness towards her opponent, who was already evenly matched with her, seemed to have intensified!

Only Penelope, the senior student, remained carefree.

She sat directly next to Blake.

Then she disdainfully pushed Blake's dessert aside and brought over a plate of sausages from nearby.

"Blake! Your detention is over!" she exclaimed.

"Do you remember what you promised me back then?" she asked.

Penelope ate a sausage and spoke at the same time.

At this moment, Cassandra and Hermione, who were still on edge, immediately perked up their ears.

And simultaneously looked at Penelope with cautious eyes.

"Well... of course I remember," Blake said.

"I promised to teach you dueling techniques," he said with a smile.

Then he casually pushed the dessert that had been pushed aside back in front of him.

"As long as it's not during class time, I should have no problem."

Blake picked up a dessert and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Alright! Then let's find a more secretive place..." Penelope pondered.

Upon hearing the mention of a secretive place, Cassandra and Hermione couldn't sit still.

A man and a woman, looking for a secretive place...

Are you looking for a place to practice dueling? Or a place for a date?!

So, both of them stared at Blake with a deadly gaze.

"Wasn't the Great Hall good enough last time?"

"If not, the Dueling Club's activity area is also a good option."

Blake, full of survival instinct, gave his suggestion.

"That could work..."

"But! Don't you want to find a more secret place?"

"And only a few of us would know..."

"That's right... In simpler terms, it's like a secret hideout among friends!"

"I've always wanted a place like that where no one would disturb us."

"And then we can practice dueling in this hideout, and..."

"During our free time, we can even have meals inside..."

Blake and Cassandra exchanged glances.

Isn't this talking about the Room of Requirement?

But the Room of Requirement has already been filled with various dangerous plants.

Not long ago, he had asked Cassandra and Hermione not to go to the Room of Requirement temporarily.

Of course, he didn't forget to send a letter to Mr. Newt as well.

Otherwise, he might run in there unexpectedly.

Given the ferocity of the plants inside now...

Even Mr. Newt would have a hard time dealing with them...

"That's possible." Blake smiled. "Hogwarts is a magical place with many options."

"You know of such a place?" Penelope asked excitedly.

"Well... I know some, but not many. However... I know someone who is very knowledgeable about it."

Blake said confidently.

If we're talking about who knows the most secrets of Hogwarts...

It might not be Dumbledore, the headmaster, but the Weasley twins!

But... when Blake found the Weasley twins...

Suddenly, he felt that their style was a bit different.

Pause...

Blake looked at the two in front of him, dressed politely, wearing gold-rimmed glasses on their noses, and with their hair combed like adults...

"You guys..." Blake rubbed his chin and scrutinized these two guys.

"Ah... Isn't this Blake?"

"Good brother."

"Do you have something to ask?"

"If there's nothing, we still have to go to the library to study."

Blake felt his head buzzing.

Did he hear it wrong?

The Weasley twins have time to not go into secret passages and actually go to the library?

Blake looked at the Weasley twins and suddenly smiled.

Fred and George trembled involuntarily when they saw Blake's smile.

He smiled like this last time, and they were thrown into Filch's custody for a month of solitary confinement...

That month...

Fred and George both remembered the recently ended, hellish journey of solitary confinement.

Was that solitary confinement?

It was simply hell!

So, when it came to Blake's smile, they both had a bit of PTSD.

Rubbing his chin, Blake said, "Actually, it's nothing major. I just wanted to ask you a question."

"I promise it won't disturb your studying."

"What's the question?" Fred asked.

Blake asked directly, "Do you guys happen to know any secret passages or chambers that even Filch doesn't know about?"

Fred and George both tactically leaned back.

Then they exchanged glances.

"Sorry."

"We're both good students."

"We don't know anything about secret chambers or passages."

"How can you accuse us without any evidence?"

Fred and George each spoke, sternly defending themselves.

"Oh... if it weren't for the dung bombs in your pockets, I would have almost believed you," Blake said with a smirk.

"Ah... I knew I couldn't fool him," he sighed.

"What kind of secret passage are you looking for?"

"....."

Fred and George exchanged a glance, then Fred pulled out a neatly folded old parchment and handed it to Blake.

"This is a map we obtained in Filch's office before," Fred said.

"We'll lend it to you temporarily."

"We used this map for sneaking around without getting caught," George added.

"Except for the time you caught us..."

"Because this map doesn't show the Forbidden Forest," Fred explained.

"This map is called the Marauder's Map."

"The way to use it is to open it and tap it with a wand while saying the password."

"The password is: 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good...'"

"But we don't have time to explain now."

"You'll know its usefulness when you use it later."

Fred and George left the Great Hall with their pockets full.

Of course, judging by the direction they were heading, it seemed to be the office of 690 Fercy...

It seems that the war has already begun...

Blake looked at the parchment handed to him by Fred.

He didn't expect that the Weasley twins would lend him the Marauder's Map directly.

But it's also good.

Strictly speaking, this map is like a magical artifact at Hogwarts.

The most incredible thing is the magic on it, which can mark all the characters within the range of Hogwarts!

Even powerful wizards like Dumbledore are unaware of it.

It can only be said that those four guys, including Harry's father, were true geniuses.

This thing is good, and it shouldn't be difficult to replicate.

Blake put the Marauder's Map in his pocket and returned to the Hufflepuff table.

"How did it go? Did you ask?" Penelope asked eagerly.

"Of course!" Blake said. "Let's find an empty classroom to talk."

Penelope nodded.

After all, it's a secret hideout!

If it's known by others, what's the point of calling it a secret hideout?

In an empty classroom.

Blake stood in the middle.

And Hermione, Cassandra, Penelope, and Hannah were there too.

Hannah didn't talk much, but that's because she was eating.

And how could the idea of a secret hideout like this be without her?

She also planned to find a good place to try out her new recipes!

After all, the house-elves in the kitchen absolutely do not allow wizards to cook for themselves.

Otherwise, they would think they didn't do their job well...

Blake placed the Marauder's Map on the desk in the middle.

He habitually checked it before opening the map.

There's no way around it, it's something given by the Weasley twins.

Whether it's food or anything else, it's always good to check carefully!

Then Blake took out his wand.

To the girls' curious eyes, he tapped the worn parchment with his wand.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

The next second, the blank parchment instantly filled with countless black lines!

It was indeed the map of Hogwarts!

And the most shocking thing is...

There were many moving dots on the map, and each dot had a name next to it!

"This map... could it be..." Penelope said in shock.

"That's right... this is the map that the Weasley twins often used for sneaking around without getting caught," Blake said.

"Of course, last time they went to the Forbidden Forest, this map didn't have the Forbidden Forest section."

As he spoke, Blake began to look for secret passages or hidden rooms on the map.

There were many secret passages and chambers that were not mentioned in the original work.

And now, most of Hogwarts' secrets were exposed to Blake.

Just as Blake and everyone else were looking for a suitable place for a secret hideout...

Suddenly, a pure white owl flew in from the window of the classroom!

Then it handed a note to Blake.

Blake took the note with confusion.

"Come to my office at eight o'clock tonight..."

And the signature was a somewhat unfamiliar name...

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