Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"This is not good."

Blake's face showed a troubled expression.

"You are the professor."

"How can a professor be an assistant to a student?"

Babbling stared at Blake.

"I always feel like you're scolding me..."

"You're being sensitive, I didn't mean that..."

Blake quickly denied.

"But... since we are working towards the same goal."

"Does it really matter who is the assistant?"

"It's just a title."

"As long as the job is done well, it's fine."

Babbling knew that Blake was saving face for her.

She had no choice but to give up.

But she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, knowing that her proficiency in ancient Runic was not as good as Blake's.

And then she felt even more uneasy...

"Alright, but you won't be able to avoid confinement for this month..."

"Ah... I was supposed to teach you ancient Runic, but it turns out you're teaching me..."

"But, this is also a gift."

"Originally, there were very few people whose proficiency in ancient Runic surpassed mine."

"This means that my proficiency in ancient Runic will not improve for a long time."

"Your presence, for me, is a good thing."

"This month, I'll trouble you, Professor Green!"

Looking at Babbling, who was approaching with a mischievous smile.

Blake shivered.

"Professor, you need to calm down..."

Blake thought for a moment.

Then he said, "Since we want to promote the progress of ancient Runic together..."

"Then..."

He placed a new piece of parchment in Babbling's hand.

"I also want to know, Professor Babbling, your proficiency in ancient Runic..."

"Just write down the ancient Runic that you understand."

Babbling was taken aback, and then she gritted her teeth and took the parchment.

Now she really wanted to punch someone, but...

It seemed that it was unavoidable.

Since she wanted to seek advice...

The other party should also know how much she understood.

It could only be said that the offensive and defensive strategies were different.

This time, it became Professor Babbling's turn to write down ancient Runic.

Professor Babbling picked up the quill pen with tears in her eyes.

"If only you were a few years older, I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable..."

"How long have you been learning ancient Runic?"

Blake calmly said, "About two months, give or take 15 days."

The quill pen in Babbling's hand suddenly snapped.

"You really deserve to die!"

"Ding! Detected feelings of jealousy."

"Ding! Extracting treasure chest for the host."

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

After leaving Professor Babbling's office.

Blake felt refreshed and invigorated.

Although Professor Babbling's proficiency in ancient Runic was not as good as his own,

he still gained something from it.

Blake could recognize and understand the ancient Runic that Professor Babbling wrote down,

except for one that he had never seen before.

After consulting Professor Babbling,

she told Blake that she saw it while exploring an ancient tomb.

She then recorded it.

After many experiments, she roughly guessed the meaning of this ancient Runic.

According to Professor Babbling,

this ancient Runic was found on a mechanism in the ancient tomb,

and it roughly meant "manipulate."

Blake recalled that ancient Runic.

The character seemed to be composed of six small symbols,

similar to radicals in Chinese characters.

Blake felt that this character was not as simple as Professor Babbling had described.

In ancient Runic, each symbol could represent a meaning,

but this ancient Runic was composed of six patterns.

How could it only have the meaning of "manipulate"?

By now, it was already past eleven o'clock at night.

However, Blake had been thinking about that ancient Runic all along,

without paying attention to the time.

"Who's there!?" Blake turned around.

He saw Ferchi panting as he rushed over.

But he was holding a mop and a bucket in his hands.

There was still a lingering anger on his face.

"It's you?" Ferchi put down the mop. "Go back... if I catch you wandering at night again, I'll arrest you."

After seeing that it was Blake, Ferchi remembered that Blake had once treated his cat's illness, so he decided to let Blake off the hook.

"Thank you, Mr. Ferchi," Blake said politely, "This is..."

"Hmph... it must be the Weasley twins! Those two bastards!"

"This is blatant revenge!"

"Unfortunately, they ran too fast!"

Blake remembered when those two guys left in the afternoon.

Their pockets were filled with dung balls.

Come to think of it...

Ferchi must still be cleaning up the mess. There's no way around it, he's a muggle and can't use magic.

Wizards can easily clean up stains with a wave of their hand. He'll have to scrub for over an hour!

Blake rubbed his chin.

Then he took out a stack of parchment the size of a slap and a pen with special ink from his pocket.

Then he wrote a few ancient runes on the parchment. After finishing one, he handed it to Ferchi.

Ferchi didn't quite understand what he was doing. But based on their previous trust, he didn't ask right away. After a while, Blake finished writing ten sheets.

"Mr. Ferchi, these are ten magical runes with cleaning abilities. For any stains that can't be cleaned, you can press firmly on this dot. When you feel the paper heating up, throw it where you want to clean."

Blake wasn't worried that Ferchi wouldn't be able to use these runes. Because muggles and squibs are different. Compared to muggles, squibs may not be able to perform magic, but they still have magical power within them.

This is also why, dumb cannons can see things that only wizards can see.

Ferchi looked at the parchment in his hand with astonishment. He doubted whether this thing was really as useful as Blake said.

"I'm leaving now, goodnight Mr. Ferchi," Blake said and left.

Ferchi looked at the parchment in his hand. Although he didn't know if it was really effective, but... he was tired of cleaning up those damn dirty things!

Ferchi came to a large stain. The stench immediately hit him, fueling his anger. He had just heard Blake's footsteps while cleaning up this mess.

It's really hard to clean! Damn it! Can't you stop throwing dung eggs!

Ferchi picked up a piece of parchment. He looked at the parchment, under those strange symbols. He found a small red dot. Just enough to place a finger on.

So, without hesitation, Ferchi pressed it. After a while, he felt the parchment starting to heat up. Ferchi quickly threw the parchment onto the pile of dirt.

T-......

Ferchi only felt a flash of light in front of him. Then the stain he had been cleaning for over an hour disappeared without a trace! Ferchi was overjoyed.

This effect is similar to when a wizard casts a cleaning spell!

In other words.... this piece of parchment, made him a dumb cannon.

He also gained abilities similar to magic! So... if he learns these strange symbols... could he indirectly perform magic?! The more Blake thought about it, the more excited he became. He carefully stored away the remaining nine pieces of parchment as if they were treasures.

Since it was only eleven o'clock, it was still early. Therefore, Blake didn't return to the dormitory. Instead, he went directly to the Room of Requirement and conducted a few experiments.

Unlike Babbling, Blake, who had cheated, made significant progress after conducting some experiments.

He finally understood the detailed meaning of this ancient runic script, which represented "manipulation."

This is a perfect collection of the ancient runic script that represents the six directions: up, down, left, right, forward, and backward!

Because these six runic scripts were modified and altered to be fused into one symbol, Professor Babbling didn't recognize them.

After deleting some strokes, they harmoniously merged into an ancient runic script!

"Manipulation?" A hint of surprise flashed in Blake's eyes. "If that's the case... then I can give it a try!"

Blake took out his alchemical materials and began to immerse himself in his work!

Nurmengard.

Gellert Grindelwald stood in front of the hunched figure of Albus Dumbledore.

"Master, perhaps you should leave this place... the environment here is not good for your health."

Grindelwald sat in the corner. Although he was still as thin as before, he looked fragile. However, there was a renewed sparkle in his eyes.

"I cannot leave here," Grindelwald said. "As long as I am here, those people will not have any other ideas..."

Gu Qi knew that the people Grindelwald was referring to were his loyal followers from before.

After Grindelwald was defeated, they scattered and many of them have not been caught to this day.

If Grindelwald were to leave Nurmengard now, those guys would definitely gather around him again.

However... the current Grindelwald no longer has the desire to fight.

After all, he is already old, and he does not want to be dragged into another battle with Dumbledore by his loyal followers.

Grindelwald no longer wants to be in opposition to Dumbledore.

"Have you not found him yet? The person who rescued Blake from the magical institution..."

Gu Qi's voice trembled as he said, "Gu Qi is useless! Gu Qi cannot find out the identity of that person. But... Gu Qi believes that he must be your follower, Master!"

Grindelwald glanced at Gu Qi.

"Are you saying that he wants to use Blake to revive me?"

"There is a possibility, old master. Many people were actually unwilling when you decided to give up resistance."

Grindelwald laughed. "If that's the case, he has succeeded halfway. I have indeed revived and found something else to hold onto in my heart.

"But, there is one thing he is destined to be disappointed about... because I will not do the same things as before, even if I leave this place."

In the following days, Blake became elusive again. Apart from class time and detention, no one could see him.

Cassandra and Hermione naturally knew that he must be hiding in the Room of Requirement.

But he had previously said that the Room of Requirement was dangerous now, so he told them not to come for the time being.

Therefore, although they didn't know what Blake was up to, they didn't directly disturb him.

Until dinner time that day, they saw Blake devouring his food in the Great Hall.

Seeing this scene, they knew that whatever he was doing, he must have completed it by now.

"Hey, you. You've been missing for several days. What have you been up to?"

Cassandra sat directly beside him and interrogated him.

Unlike Hermione, who could at least see this guy during class, she hadn't really seen him much lately.

After all, Slytherin and Hufflepuff rarely had classes together.

Blake put down the chicken leg in his hand and said with a slightly excited tone, "I've got something really interesting!"

As soon as Blake said this, he immediately piqued the curiosity of the nearby young wizards.

"What is it?" Hannah asked curiously. "Is it a new kitchen utensil?"

"No, with my cooking skills, I don't need any new kitchen utensils to make delicious food," Blake denied.

Hannah immediately turned her head and reflected, "To make something delicious, I still need good kitchen utensils... It seems like I still have a long way to go..."

"What is it?" Hermione also became more curious. After all, she was a true Gryffindor.

"Is it something delicious?" Cedric also joined in. "I heard that you're helping Professor Sprout grow some fruits and vegetables for everyone to eat."

"That... I heard Professor Sprout say that the fruits you grew... taste really good, so..." Cedric swallowed his saliva.

"The fruits and vegetables in the orchard can indeed be harvested soon. But... it's not what I said," Blake denied again.

"What is it then? Tell us! You better hurry up and say it! Don't make me beg you on my knees!" Roger Malone said seriously.

"Do we have to see it here in Room 763?" Blake looked at the professors dining at the faculty table with a troubled expression.

"Just show it here... Is it something forbidden?" Cedric's eyes immediately lit up.

"Forbidden? It shouldn't be forbidden," Blake scratched his head.

"Oh come on, just take it out and show us!" Hermione urged.

Blake looked around and saw that the attention of the people around him was gradually focusing on him. He silently thought to himself that the time was right.

"Well, since that's the case, you better watch closely!" Blake said loudly.

Everyone looked at him expectantly. Blake stood up, and then said loudly again, "Sword, come forth!"

"Whoosh!"

A white figure flew out from his pocket. It quickly flew in the air and finally hovered in front of Blake.

Everyone's gaze shifted towards it and found that the white figure was actually a sword!

This sword looks extremely exquisite. Whether it's the hilt or the blade, they are both engraved with unique patterns.

At the intersection of the blade and the hilt, there is a small gemstone. In the middle of the gemstone, there is a small cluster of fiery red flames.

The flames are burning quietly, adding a touch of beauty to the entire sword.

"Left, right, up, down..."

With Blake's command, the sword moves and twists in the air!

At this moment, the professors in the faculty seats have already noticed the attention-grabbing long sword.

Professor Babbling looks at the long sword, and a hint of incredulity flashes in her eyes.

"Could this be... the ancient Runic script he learned from me before?"

Dumbledore looks at the sword with interest. With his gaze, he can naturally see that it is an alchemical tool.

Based on his understanding of Blake's alchemy, this alchemical tool shouldn't pose much danger.

However... there is still some danger.

After all, it is a flying sword. What if it harms other students?

Professor McGonagall puts down her fork. She glances at Dumbledore and realizes that he doesn't show any concern, which makes her somewhat angry! You don't care about your own child, do you?

Professor McGonagall walks over quickly, followed by Professor Sprout.

At this moment, Blake seems unaware of the approaching danger and continues to show off in front of his classmates.

"This is nothing. Next, I'll show you its true usage!" Blake makes the sword fly lower, then steps on it!

"Rise!"

Blake steps on the sword as if it were a skateboard, and suddenly shoots up. Professor McGonagall is almost driven crazy.

"Blake! How dare you? Get off that sword right now! It's too dangerous!"

Dumbledore helplessly looks at Blake laughing in the air. You rascal, are you trying to extend your detention again?

"Ding! Detected angry emotion..."

"Ding! Detected shocked emotion..."

Listening to the system prompts, Blake laughs even more happily.

However... when he sees the expressions of Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout...

Sweat the size of beans rolls down his forehead. "Professors, please listen to my explanation."