Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Grindelwald sat on the stone bed.

Holding a notebook in hand.

"Prophecy..."

he said softly.

Then I picked up the quill and started writing in my notebook.

"You may need some tools to assist."

"Like a crystal ball."

"A child with the gift of prophecy."

"If there is a crystal ball to assist.

"It will be easier to open the Celestial Eye......"

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window.

He sighed helplessly.

Then write in the notebook:

"I have some things to do for now."

"Find a crystal ball and try it first."

"talk later."

After writing.

Grindelwald closed his notebook.

Then quietly looked at the wall with the window.

at this time.

The stairs of the tower where no footsteps have been heard for a long time.

A footstep appeared again.

There was a trance in Grindelwald's eyes.

It seems to be back in the past.

At that time, behind him.

Always follow a woman.

A witch named Vita Rothier.

She is his most loyal follower.

is his most faithful follower...

He will never forget the sound of her footsteps.

Although her footsteps are no longer as powerful as before.

After a while.

The stone wall under the window suddenly became like water with little ripples.

Immediately afterwards, a knot gradually appeared.

In the next second, the human-shaped bulge was pierced, and an old woman came through the wall.

"Ah... Vita. My friend... Long time no see."

A heartfelt smile appeared on Grindelwald's face.

There was also a look of excitement on Vita's face.

Almost fifty years on...

They hadn't seen each other for almost fifty years.

"Long time no see... Gellert."

Vita barely controlled his emotions.

"You're getting refreshed, Gellert.

This is Vita's first feeling.

In fact, when Grindelwald was first imprisoned in Nurmengard.

Weta, who escaped by chance, actually came to Grindelwald.

I want him to go with me.

B...

At that time, all she saw was a man whose heart had died.

A lifeless loser.

At that time, there was only darkness in his eyes.

Even if she is standing in front of him.

He couldn't see her in his pupils either.

but now....…

She seemed to see the ambitious Gellert again!

Because she saw hope in his eyes again.

Seeing Grindelwald staring at himself.

Vita couldn't help touching his face.

Then he couldn't help but say in frustration:

"I'm old, Gellert..."

"We're all old, Vita," Grindelwald said emotionally.

Now, it should be a young man's world...

Blake's image flashed through Grindelwald's mind.

He raised his head and looked at Weta who hesitated to speak.

He suddenly smiled and said, "You weren't so coy before."

"If you have any questions, just ask."

His powers of observation are as keen as ever.

Vita took a deep breath: "Although it's impolite to ask."

But……I want to know……we all want to know. "

"Is that boy...is really your son?"

Grindelwald seemed to have known she would ask this question.

There was no look of surprise.

"Yes, he is my son.

" Blake Grindelwald.

Vita said doubtfully: "But...you...."

"Vita, do you still remember that experiment?"

"Which experiment?"

"The experiment at the Institute of Biology."

The long-standing memory instantly revived in Vita's mind!

"Then... didn't that experiment fail?"

"Even the researchers have all withdrawn!"

Precisely because that experiment has failed.

That's why she didn't think about it for a while.

Grindelwald smiled.

Gucci! Move a chair and make a pot of tea.

Vita, like him, was old.

He had no intention of letting his once most loyal follower stand.

The old house-elf appeared.

Holding a pot of tea in hand.

Behind him, floating a chair and a coffee table.

Vita didn't ask much.

After Gucci arranged it, I sat down.

Because she knows.

The following story may be a little longer.

Blake looked at the crystal ball in Baker's hand.

Nor did he ask where he was from.

In the entire Hogwarts, only Trelawney's classroom has a crystal ball.

Judging from the fact that she is often drunk.

Really less crystal ball.

She really didn't notice it.

Blake picked up the crystal ball.

Then put it on the table.

The center of the crystal ball.

An irregular white mist filled the air.

Blake held out his hand, on the crystal ball.

Then gently input his magic power into it.

Because of what happened to those poor wands earlier.

He didn't want the crystal ball to be blown up by himself.

With Blake's magic surging in.

The white mist in the crystal ball began to condense gradually.

However, just when it was about to take shape.

But suddenly disappeared!

Blake watched the scene in bewilderment.

This really puzzled him.

His prophecy talent is top-notch.

And there is this superb prophecy proficiency!

Follow experience in other disciplines.

At the beginning, he was rewarded with proficiency in Elementary Transfiguration.

Then he instantly got all the knowledge of Transfiguration at this level!

But Divination Mastery is the complete opposite!

Although the system shows that he already has the best prophecy proficiency.

But he has no knowledge of prophecy at all!

In this situation, don't say that you are proficient in the best prophecy.

Not even elementary!

And that's not the weirdest thing.

The weirdest thing was when he picked up the books on divination.

It's as if his talent for memory and talent for being a master of learning have temporarily failed!

And his extreme prophecy talent is useless!

Just now, he almost made a prophecy!

The white mist in the crystal ball is almost forming!

But it suddenly disappeared!

All in all.

It's as if his prophecy was deliberately sealed by someone!

"Who... sealed my prophecy?"

"Why would he do that?"

"Is this afraid that I will see the future?"

"is it him?"

"Did the guy who carried me out of the lab do it?"

Nurmengard.

Vita drank the tea from his cup.

"It turned out to be like this..."

"The man, the man who carried Blake out of the lab.

"We're all going to track it down together."

"As for Blake......"

The corner of her mouth twitched.

......When knowing Blake's existence. "

"I actually wanted to get rid of him..."

"Because he's also Dumbledore's son...and it's hard for you to influence him now..."

"In that case, we would only have one more enemy.

"But now I've changed my mind."

"As long as he is still there, you can still change back to the original Grindelwald!"

"It's not the loser who is ashamed and waits quietly to die...

"Still, I say that again. It would not be wise to let him grow up with that hypocrite Dumbledore!"

Grindelwald said nothing.

And Vita didn't say anything more.

The sheep left.

After a long time.

Grindelwald sighed, "You are still not reconciled......

"Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of thought anymore."

"These things should be left to young people to complete..."

Blake looked at Filch in front of him.

"Mr. Filch, are you sure you want to learn this?"

Filch looked at Blake pleadingly.

"Please teach me."

"you do not know..………"

"I.....Actually, I'm not very good at casting spells..."

"So, this way of casting spells with just a few symbols must be very suitable for me!"

There was a gleam of hope in Filch's eyes.

Blake had actually just finished his History of Magic class.

But not far out of the classroom.

He was called into the empty classroom next to him by Filch.

Then the scene above happened.

Filch was actually begging Blake to teach him how to make and use magic talismans.

Blake looked at Filch.

Eyes flicker.

Now he is really curious.

Squib can use the magic talisman he was given.

So can Squibs also make magic talismans?

You know, Squibs actually have magical powers in their bodies.

"Strictly speaking, I don't know if you can learn it."

Blake took out a piece of paper, and his pens.

Then pass it to Filch.

"Look at the symbol I wrote."

"Then you write on this piece of paper with this pen.

As Blake spoke, he took out the pen and paper again.

Then a simple ancient rune was written on the paper.

Filch stood by and stared wide-eyed at himself.

Staring intently at the pen in Blake's hand.

I'm afraid that Blake will refuse to teach me because I overlooked one thing!

He knows his own business.

What is not good at casting spells is just self-deception.

He's a squib.

Now, is his only chance to touch magic again!

Blake deliberately slowed down his movements.

So that Filch could see clearly.

After finishing writing, Blake wrote Filch.

With trembling hands, Filch picked up his pen.

The ancient rune that Blake just wrote was written on the paper like a gourd.

After Filch finished writing, the captain breathed a sigh of relief.

He was just afraid that he might make a mistake!

Fortunately, this symbol is not complicated.

Blake picked up the one Filch had written and looked at it.

Then say, "Give it a try, as I taught you last time. Hold this place.

……… Ask for flowers………

Filch nodded.

Then stretch out your finger.

Press it on the imprint of the talisman that you wrote.

next second.

The paper suddenly became wet!

A puddle of water bubbling from that ancient rune

popped out!

"This! This! I did it!" said Filch excitedly.

Blake also watched this scene with some surprise.

Since Squibs can make and use magic talismans by themselves.

Doesn't that mean...

Did I unintentionally create a group other than wizards?

All Squibs can be this group!

They don't need magic wands to cast spells, they only need talismans prepared in advance.

In other words, they only need to learn the ancient runes.

Because when some guys are using magic.

Just throw the magic talisman.

Doesn't that mean that their attack speed is faster than wizards with magic wands?

In other words, a Squib with plenty of magic talismans.

Its combat power can actually become very strong?

If it is said that my wild imagination is correct.

Then he will be the savior of all Squibs!

Thinking of this, Blake's heart immediately warmed up.

He looked at Filch.

He didn't even think of it, because he felt soft-hearted for a moment and gave him some magic talismans for cleaning.

It would actually benefit me so much!

"Mr. Filch! What a discovery!" Blake said.

"This discovery, if it can be implemented."

"You...and me, all have the potential to become a stroke of color in the history of magic!"

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"Your name and mine are likely to be remembered by future generations!"

Filch people are stupid.

He actually just wanted to make his squib able to cast spells.

Never thought of such a long-term thing.

Leave your name in the history of magic?

Will people in the future remember their own names?

How...how is this possible?

Blake smiled and said, "You don't think that you are the only one like you, do you?"

Filch understood right away.

There are also many squibs in the wizarding world!

They are outcasts of the wizarding world!

Being discriminated against by wizards, and difficult to integrate into the Muggle world...

Really low status.

Technically, Filch was able to work at Hogwarts.

It is already a better mix among the squibs!

"Relax, Mr. Filch."

"I'll talk to Professor Babling first."

"She is a professor of ancient runes..."

"Oh, the ancient runes are those symbols you just wrote."

"If there is no accident, these symbols will accompany you for a lifetime."

"They give you everything you want!"

Blake's last words directly made Filch flush with excitement.

These ancient runes can bring you everything you want!

What does he want most?

What he wants most is respect!

To get rid of the humbleness of being a Squib!

It is to stay away from all unnecessary discrimination!

He bowed excitedly to Blake before turning and leaving the empty classroom.

Blake looked at the sodden sheet of paper on the desk.

Can't help but sigh.

Unintentionally inserting willows and willows into shades.

Believe in the near future.

There will be a group of "talisman masters" in this world.

Tij......

If the ancient runes were written on the cards.

Wouldn't it be more appropriate to call it "Card Master"?

After Blake put away his things.

Go directly to Professor Babling's office.

Although it's not time for my confinement yet.

But now, he has good news to share with her!

Newt was grooming the Zouwu.

This guy hates water.

It is impossible to take a bath in the shower.

The only way to do this is to scrub him with a brush dampened with water.

Zou Wu muttered twice in dissatisfaction.

Then let Newt brush it with a brush...

suddenly.

A giant owl descends from the sky.

Landed on the table next to it.

The fragile table let out an overwhelmed groan... 013207119 Feilu 003443081]

This is a horned owl.

The horned owl threw the letter on the table haughtily.

Then he pushed in Newt's direction with his foot.

Then it flew away.

Newt recognized it as Blake's owl.

He quickly picked up the letter and read it.

But his face became more and more ugly

"Poachers..."

"The Purple Horn Tribe that was almost bloodbathed..."

"Colosseum........."

"The big guy behind the scenes..."

"The Albanian Forest..."

"Huh? Little Blake still wants to come with me?"

"No!" Newt shook his head directly. "This is absolutely impossible!"

"That's too dangerous..."

However, when he continued to watch.

But he hesitated again.

"Oh... this little guy, really will give me a problem... Eight".