Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"Ding! Excitement and enthusiasm detected.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, on obtaining a golden treasure chest!"

"I know you're excited, but please calm down for now..."

"Although I'm happy right now, it's also quite painful..."

"So..."

"Professor Babbling, can you please let go of me?"

Due to the special position, Blake's voice sounded a bit muffled.

Upon hearing this, Professor Babbling immediately realized.

She quickly released her arms.

Then she picked up the nearby glass and took a sip.

Concealing her embarrassment.

Blake took a deep breath of fresh air.

With his strength, he could certainly break free.

...

Why would he want to break free?

So generous and rich, so soft...

"Cough, cough..."

"Professor Babbling, I am honored to be invited as your assistant.

"But could you tell me what your research project is?"

Blake sat up straight again and asked.

Two blushes appeared on Professor Babbling's face.

It's unclear whether it was due to the alcohol or her embarrassing actions just now.

However, since Blake skipped over that matter on his own initiative...

She naturally didn't dare to say more.

When she heard Blake asking about her research project...

Her somewhat calm mood became excited again.

"My research project..."

"It's to study the practicality of ancient languages like Nini!"

"Not the boring task of translating ancient texts!"

"But..."

Professor Babbling stood up, her face filled with excitement.

"But it's the kind of magic that can harness the power of ancient languages like Nini."

"The practicality that can be applied in reality!"

"Now, because of the definition of the role of ancient runic script by the family."

"It's simply a waste of this magical power!"

"Ancient runic script should not only be used to translate ancient '490' texts."

"Or occasionally participate in alchemy, after all, how many alchemists are there?"

"Hogwarts doesn't even have alchemy classes..."

"So, I want to change the industry's bias against ancient runic script!"

Professor Babbling looked eagerly at Blake.

From the moment she saw the piece of parchment that Blake dropped.

She knew that Blake would definitely understand her ideas!

A person who thinks about how to make a magic scroll.

How could they be content with treating ancient runic script, this magical power.

As just an ordinary ancient script?

Blake must be someone who shares the same pursuit as her!

......

Blake nodded, "I accept your invitation, Professor Babbling."

After hearing these words, Professor Babbling.

Happily picked up her glass and took a sip.

Then she reached out her fair and slender hand towards Blake.

"Pleasure to work with you, young man!"

"Pleasure to work with you......."

"But I still want to say something."

"I'm not a young man, my name is Blake Green."

"You can just call me Blake."

Professor Babbling laughed, "But you are still quite young."

Blake's face turned dark.

Although he knew she was referring to his age.

But being called young by a woman...

It just didn't sit well with him no matter how he thought about it.

"Alright, enough joking, Blake..."

"Next, I want to know to what extent you have mastered ancient runic script."

Getting back to business.

Professor Babbling resumed her seriousness as a professor.

Barb Ling's curiosity about Blake's proficiency in ancient Runic is not surprising.

Because she truly has no idea about Blake's true level of proficiency in ancient Runic.

After all, what the parchment reveals is only Blake's whimsical thoughts on ancient Runic.

In reality, it is impossible to discern the true level of proficiency.

"You can test me," Blake confidently said.

Indeed, testing is the best method.

Especially for a course like ancient Runic.

Whether it is used for translating ancient texts.

Or applied in real life.

The most basic thing is still rote memorization!

The more one knows and understands ancient Runic.

The higher the level of proficiency.

And in certain aspects, ancient Runic is somewhat similar to Chinese characters.

Truly, one character represents one meaning!

So the method of testing proficiency in ancient Runic is also simple!

Barb Ling handed a scroll of parchment to Blake.

"Alright, come on. Write down all the ancient Runic texts that you have already learned, word for word.

As long as you don't activate any magic, these symbols can be written on parchment.

Blake frowned and said, "Do I have to write them all?"

"Of course! Otherwise, how would I know your true level?"

"Then... can I just write down what I already understand? I won't write down what I don't understand for now?"

Babbling nodded, "You can write down what you haven't understood on another piece of parchment later."

"I will explain it to you later..."

Babbling still remembered that she had to teach Blake the ancient Runic texts.

Blake frowned again and said, "Sigh... Professor Babbling, do I really have to do this?"

"Of course!" Babbling said when she saw Blake hesitating.

If it weren't for him taking out that piece of parchment, she would have thought he didn't understand anything.

"Alright... then you need to prepare another roll of parchment for me."

"Huh?" Babbling didn't quite understand what he meant.

But Blake didn't say anything else.

Instead, he spread out the parchment on the desk next to him.

He moved his wrist skillfully."

Because next, is a big project....

Blake picked up a feather pen and dipped it in ink.

"Shasha!" The sound of the pen tip touching the parchment paper rang out.

Babbling took a look and nodded.

Then she went back to her sofa to read.

Babbling read the book for a while.

She looked up at Blake over there.

She found that he was still writing furiously.

She didn't pay any more attention.

Thinking of reading the book for a while longer.

It shouldn't be long before Blake calls it a day.

After all, Blake is still young.

He shouldn't know and remember too much ancient Runic.

The second hand of the clock ticked away.

Babbling, who was engrossed in reading, temporarily forgot that there was another person in the office.

She flipped through the book in her hand to the end!

After finishing the book and taking a satisfying sip of wine.

Babbling glanced at the clock.

"Hmm... it's been two hours already..."

"Hmm?" Babbling suddenly remembered Blake.

Why hasn't this little guy called her yet?

Could he be asleep?

She quickly turned around.

And then she saw Blake still writing furiously...

Babbling looked at the desk full of parchment paper in astonishment.

She could vaguely see the densely packed ancient Runic symbols on it.

"No way... he actually knows so much ancient Runic?"

Babbling put down her wine glass and walked over.

She even doubted if Blake was just scribbling randomly.

When Babbling walked behind Blake.

She didn't call out to Blake.

Instead, she picked up a piece of parchment paper filled with ancient Runic and started reading it.

The next second.

Babuling, who had originally appeared somewhat relaxed, now had a look of confusion on her face. It was all because of the ancient Nivian script that Blake had written. She could only recognize about two-thirds of it! The remaining one-third, she didn't recognize at all! How was this possible?! Babuling couldn't accept it. Could it be that this little guy had written it incorrectly? But when she carefully examined the unfamiliar ancient Nivian script on the parchment, she sensitively sensed a faint magic contained within it! This indicated one thing - all these ancient Nivian scripts that she didn't recognize were actually real! Babuling, unwilling to give up, checked the other ancient Nivian scripts that she didn't recognize and then discovered... they were all real too!

"Ding! Detected a shocked emotion!"

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

"Hmm?" Blostern's prompt appeared.

He turned around and saw Professor Babuling carefully examining a piece of parchment.

On her beautiful face, her expression appeared extremely complex.

"Um... Professor Babuling?"

"Ah... Blake... have you finished writing?"

"Well... not yet, I just wanted to say that this roll of parchment seems to be running out..."

"Do we have more parchment?"

Babuling gritted her teeth and looked at Blake.

"How much of this ancient Nivian script that you wrote do you not understand?"

Blake asked in confusion.

"Huh? I haven't started writing the parts I don't understand yet."

"Didn't you tell me to finish writing what I've mastered first?"

"It's estimated that it will take several more rolls of parchment to finish."

"Uh..." Professor Babbling's pupils slightly contracted.

"It will take several volumes of parchment to finish writing? Are you serious?"

Blake nodded.

Of course, the bookcases of Grindelwald and Nicolleme.

He had already finished reading ancient books like the Nivin language.

Among the two bookcases.

Just the ancient books in the Nivin language.

They filled several large bookshelves.

Even with a few more volumes of parchment, it might not be enough!

"So... these are all the ones you have mastered?"

"Yes..."

"Then..." Professor Babbling pointed persistently at an ancient Nivin text on the parchment.

"What does this word mean?"

Blake glanced at it and said, "This means light."

Professor Babbling frowned slightly, but... doesn't the ancient Nivin text that represents light look different?

She took a blank piece of parchment and wrote down another ancient Nivin text.

Blake glanced at it again and smiled, "This also means light."

"But... these two lights are a bit different."

"Can light be different?"

"Of course! The light represented by this word is much brighter than the light represented by this word. Their brightness is different," Blake replied.

Professor Babbling asked in confusion, "Brightness? Does the ancient Nivin text that represents light also have different brightness?"

"Yes, just like the color of a girl's lipstick..."

"A general term for red, but it is divided into many different shades."

"Light can also have different intensities."

"For example, this represents fire, but it is a small fire, while this represents a big fire."

Blake wrote two ancient Nivin texts on the parchment with a quill pen.

"Although both of these words represent fire, their intensities are completely different..."

Professor Babbling nodded in realization, then pointed to another symbol and asked,

"What does this mean? It looks like the ancient Nivin text that represents water, but upon closer inspection, it seems to have a little..."

"Because this represents acidic water."

"This ancient Nivin text is a bit dangerous. Once activated, it will produce a pool of highly corrosive acid water..."

Next, Blake patiently answered the questions raised by Professor Babbling.

Babuling listened with great interest...

...

However, she quickly realized that something was not quite right.

"It's not... it's not agreed that I would guide him in ancient Runic, right?"

"Why is he now guiding me instead?"

Thinking of this,

Even though Babuling's face was as thick-skinned as a city wall,

Now it was turning red.

She looked at Blake with a sharp gaze.

"You know so much, you don't need me to guide you, do you?"

But Blake seemed oblivious to Babuling's dangerous gaze.

"I still have a lot to learn, I want to ask you later..."

Babuling:...

"I ask you, how many ancient Runic texts have you memorized but not yet mastered?"

Blake thought seriously, "I haven't counted... but these several volumes of parchment are definitely not enough to write everything."

Babuling rolled up her sleeves in anger.

"You little bastard, you clearly know more than me, yet you come to ask me for guidance?"

"Are you here to make fun of me?"

Blake looked at Babuling with a shocked expression.

"Professor... could it be... what I just wrote..."

Babuling gritted her teeth and said in frustration,

"Yes, what you just wrote, you have completely mastered ancient Runic!"

"I only barely recognize two-thirds of it... and understand even less..."

Blake looked at Babuling in shock, "No... it can't be... it's quite simple."

Babuling had a vein popping on her forehead, "Yes, I know, but please don't remind me anymore."

"Ding! Extremely frustrated emotion detected."

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

Blake fell silent for a moment.

The professor of ancient Runic at the school, who knows ancient Runic, actually knows less than him...

This was somewhat unexpected to him.

But it was also because Blake had become too accustomed to his own abilities.

He ignored the fact that others didn't have cheat codes.

Who else could have his terrifying memory and extraordinary talent?

For an ancient Runic text, he could remember and understand it in no time.

Who could have such a learning speed?

Professor Babuling is only in her early twenties.

In fact, she just graduated a few years ago.

It is already remarkable to have such a profound knowledge of ancient Runic script.

Blake just wrote over ten thousand ancient Runic symbols.

Professor Babuling can recognize two-thirds of them, which is extremely rare.

But how can one compare themselves to a genius?

Blake scratched his head and looked at Professor Babuling.

At this moment, Professor Babuling was squatting on her favorite sofa, drawing circles.

Her proficiency in ancient Runic script is not even as good as her student's.

This makes her feel ashamed.

Blake looked at Professor Babuling, who used to be cheerful and outgoing.

He was also a bit at a loss.

"You... you should go back first, it's already late," Babuling said dejectedly.

"Um... Professor, actually...," Blake sat next to Babuling, trying to explain and comfort her.

"You don't need to explain, I know, it's not your fault."

"Actually, you don't know... you don't know that as a professor of ancient Runic script, my level is far inferior to yours..."

"I... I'm just a useless person. After studying ancient Runic script for so many years, I'm not even as good as a first-grader."

"I'm sorry for being born as a human. I will resign and leave tomorrow to find Professor Blidu."

Blake panicked. There's no "cloud of depression" in this world!

How did he make the professor so depressed?

Just as Blake was about to scratch his head bald, Babuling suddenly jumped up.

"Haha! Did I scare you? Did you think I was depressed?"

"You... you're not?" Blake asked.

Babuling stared at him. "Are you really trying to make me depressed?"

Blake shook his head repeatedly.

"Alright, alright! Although I'm not as good as you, it's not a big deal. You're so talented, doesn't that mean you can provide great help for my research project?"

"This is a good thing!"

"But..."

Babuling suddenly sat next to Blake and hugged his shoulder.

"The plan seems to be changing. How about I become your assistant?"

"Huh?"