Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

After seeing Blake climb out of the suitcase.

Nagini curled up on the armchair.

It just felt like...

She bit her lip, and raised her right tail, which was slightly out of strength.

Wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Now, she's completely drenched.

But she found out when she was about to change clothes.

It seems that she doesn't have a change of clothes...

Suddenly, the lid of the suitcase was opened again.

A bag floats in.

It landed directly on the table in front of her.

Blake's voice came from above.

"I should have given it to you yesterday. I was too busy to forget."

"I, Mrs. Toscamander, have prepared some clean clothes for you."

"Oh, by the way, there's a bathroom in the cabin behind you if you want to wash up."

After Blake finished speaking, he put the lid on the box.

A warm feeling rose in Nagini's heart.

She didn't expect that this big boy would be so considerate...

evening.

"Meow!" Xiaobai stood in front of Blake fiercely.

"What's the matter? Xiaobai?" Blake sat down at the long table and asked a little puzzled.

"Meow~(The smell on you is wrong! Did you find another meow! No, this smell doesn't look like meow!)" Little white and blue eyes stared suspiciously at Blake.

"I don't smell right." Blake picked up Xiaobai, ignored his objections, and opened rua directly.

After a while, Xiaobai softened into noodles.

Blake took the opportunity to pick up a puff and took a bite.

Then I saw two green guys coming from the opposite side.

Hmm... is veritable green.

The hair is green, the face is green, the skin exposed on the hands and feet is also green...

"If you weren't wearing Gryffindor's school uniform robes, I would have thought there were two dryads coming!"

Blake looked at the two identical green men in front of him dumbfounded.

The classmates around also pointed at these two people, because their looks are really weird......

"Why..……

"I just said that drop of viper bile shouldn't be in there."

"If you don't let go, we'll turn red."

"So....no matter how we change the formula."

"We all 01 can't make it!"

Fred and George, who had turned into little green men, each said a word and sighed.

Blake stared at them dumbfounded.

"Could it be that you ate your own imitation spicy sticks?"

Fred and George sighed again.

"Yes, we ate."

"After adding the potion, the color and taste are obviously the same! Why do they taste so different?"

"Your name is similar? It obviously smells so strong and smells like kerosene!"

"Didn't you eat it too?"

"That's you making a good look! Tricked me! I thought..."

"Hehe... I have been recruited, how can you be safe and sound?"

"Bastard!"

Blake stopped the fight between the two guys.

"Hey, didn't I say it all? It's a snack in the Muggle world."

"The reason why it has such a special taste has nothing to do with the so-called potions..."

"You look like this... Are you sure you don't want to go to the school hospital?"

Fred and George looked dejected.

"I've been there, Madam Pomfrey said we have to stay in this state for three days..."

Blake had to spread his hands.

Who let them eat a few potions that they have blindly prepared?

"My condolences, it's only been three days. Just make it through."

"Manly man, this setback is nothing, isn't it the right to choose a spouse.

Fred and George cried out in pain.

"You know how to comfort people." Fred covered his heart.

"You see we are all in such a miserable state, can we share the spicy noodles?"

"The days without Latiao...I can't stand it anymore!"

A portable convenience store produced by the system.

The snacks inside are not ordinary snacks that can be bought casually on the street.

Although there are many that look like snacks in the Muggle world.

But if you really want to eat it, no matter it is taste or nutritional value, it is not comparable to those industrial products.

There are even some slight magical buffs.

For example... can make people feel more happy...

So, face these so foul snacks.

How could Fred and George, who were born in a gourmet desert, resist this temptation?

"Okay..." Blake saw the pathetic look of these two guys.

So he generously took out two packs of David Dragon and threw them over.

Sadly, and in perfect sync, Fred and George unpacked and took a bite.

"Well... that's the smell..."

"What if we can't eat in the future..."

Fred and George finally had a smile on their dejected faces.

"Ding! Two joyful emotions detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting two silver treasure chests!"

Blake heard the system prompt and looked at Fred and George speechlessly.

As for? Isn't it just two packs of spicy strips?

Although it is produced by the system, the taste is dozens of times better than ordinary ones, but it is not the same as eating "flour"...

However, it's pretty good to be able to harvest two silver treasure chests.

Suddenly, Blake put down the unfinished puffs in his hand.

"Do you... like this kind of snack?"

"Of course!" said Fred.

George went on to say: "Not only spicy strips, but also little fat sheep, big white rabbits, crispy noodles, Wangwang Snow Cakes..."

"Those snacks you gave to everyone... they tasted amazing!"

When Blake handed them the snacks before.

Didn't think much about it.

And because of the spread of some of his previous deeds.

So when nothing happens, one or two treasure chests will pop up from time to time.

Therefore, he didn't notice that when he distributed snacks to these guys, which treasure chests burst out because the snacks were too delicious and too happy...

Also, when he was sharing snacks with Hermione and Cassandra in the carriage, they didn't explode the treasure chest either.

So, until now, the lake was unaware of it.

However, it is not too late to know now.

In other words, if I can distribute the things in my portable convenience store to... No! No one cherishes free things.

Therefore, it should be sold to everyone! Or the kind with limited supply!

Inexpensive and limited supply!

In this way, can I have a stable source of low-level treasure chests?

You might even make a little money by the way!

Fred and George watched Blake look down in thought, then a smile appeared on his lips.

After they looked at each other, they couldn't help but took two steps back.

Because when they were cheated last time, he also showed such a "kind" smile.

Just when they were about to slip away.

"Snapped!"

Two powerful palms rested on their shoulders.

"In the future...do you still want to eat such delicious snacks?" Blake asked with a smile.

"Think..." Fred and George nodded.

"Then you are blessed!"

"ah?"

"I plan to find a way to buy in the future and sell them to you.

"From now on, you can all have snacks.

"Isn't this a blessing?!"

Fred said: "You sold it before...it's still so expensive..."

“I promise the price is fair this time!”

"Because what I intend to do is a long-term business."

"So we must ensure high quality and low price!"

Blake knows that only when his snacks reach the corresponding level of high quality and low price.

The treasure chests fed back by the little wizards will continue to flow!

"You're telling the truth?" Fred and George became excited.

Because of their business acumen, they are not poor at all.

The Weasley family is poor, what does it have to do with the Weasley twins?

So, if Blake can keep it cheap and good, they'll really be able to eat this snack for a long time to come.

Otherwise, as before.

They thought that Blake's snacks were all bought from the Muggle world during his vacation, and the quantity was limited, so it was basically impossible to eat for a long time.

"Then give us the task of selling snacks!"

"That's right!"

"We only need a little... dividend, as our reward!"

The Weasley twins, who have a keen sense of business, immediately sensed business opportunities.

To be honest, if it weren't for the holidays yet.

They all wanted to sneak off to the Muggle world and stock up on these treats.

Of course, they don't know that a large part of these snacks are not available in the Muggle world of Britain!

"No no no!" Blake shook his fingers.

"It's just a small fight to sell it to you. It's just the two of you walking around to sell, how much can you sell?"

"If I want to do it, I have to make it big! I don't want to be a mobile vendor."

Fred and George looked at each other, "What do you want to do?"

Blake spread his hands, "I plan to open a canteen in Hogwarts!"

"What does commissary mean?"

"Well, it's a store in the school! Of course, our store only sells Chinese food!"

Fred and George looked at Blake with sore cheeks.

"It's fine if you don't want our brother to help sell it. You should at least find a better excuse."

"That's...opening a store in school? Why do you?"

Blake puffed up his chest, "Hehe..... Isn't the backstage used at this time?"

"Hiss..." Fred and George gasped.

It was only then that they remembered.

The one in front of me is the master who can choose where to go to confinement!

Blake's style has always been about getting things done.

In view of the recent treasure chest income too little.

Of course he will not give up the opportunity he found now.

After he made up his mind.

He didn't even care about eating, so he strode towards the principal's office.

With a meow, Xiaobai jumped off the table and chased after him.

Jumped onto Blake's shoulders in two or three.

"Blake..."

Excited to find Dumbledore, Blake halted helplessly.

He turned to look.

Quirrell, in his exaggerated hood, is looking at

"Uh...Professor Quirrell. Are you looking for me?" Blake entered the state at the speed of light, and activated his intermediate acting proficiency!

"Yes, Blake, are you free tonight?"

Blake wanted to say he wasn't free.

B...

Opening a store or something can actually take a while.

He wanted to know what Voldemort wanted him for.

If he can gain his trust and learn his full

Ministry plan words.

He reckoned that he might be able to gain some more benefits from being with Voldemort.

"I'm free tonight. You know, none of those homework troubles me, I can handle it easily."

"That's good..." Quirrell looked at the staff seats.

After confirming that Dumbledore wasn't there.

"I'll take you somewhere tonight."

It was the same secret classroom where Quirrell taught Blake the Gut Ejaculation Curse last time.

The wooden target that was crushed last time was still lying there miserably.

Quirrell waved his wand.

He pulled over two chairs and a table next to him.

"Sit down, let's have a good chat," Quirrell said.

Blake sat down obediently.

"What would you like to drink?" Quirrell asked.

"Um...whatever, Professor," Blake said.

Quirrell said: "I remember you like sweet things.

He tapped lightly on the table.

A cup of warm, sweetened pumpkin juice appeared in front of Blake.

"Thank you." Blake took the pumpkin juice.

He didn't know what Quirrell, or Voldemort for that matter, wanted to do with himself now.

Don't you just want to chat with yourself?

713 Blake heard Quirrell ask, "How are you doing lately?"

Blake looked at Quirrell, and saw that the cringe that usually appeared on his face had completely disappeared.

He knew that the Quirrell in front of him had changed.

Now, talking to him, was Tom Riddle.

"It's.....it's okay." Blake's acting skills started.

It looks like a stubborn child who obviously has a hard life, but reports good news to his family but not bad news.

"But you don't look well, boy..." Tom's voice was gentle.

Blake felt that if only he was an ignorant little wizard who didn't know his true face.

You will definitely feel that he is a good professor and a kind person.

Of course... Blake is no other little wizard.

"I.....I don't know...I'm conflicted. Professor." Blake had a struggling look on his face.

"Oh.....I can understand, boy. I understand how you feel very well!" Tom said, spreading his hands, "On the one hand, you are grateful to Dumbledore for saving you from the impersonal

rescued from an orphanage. On the other hand, you're bothered by his morbid desire to control, don't you?"

Tom absolutely sympathizes with this!

Because he found that Blake's experience was not exactly the same as his own, but it was also 70% similar!

It was Dumbledore who had brought him from the orphanage into the wizarding world.

But... Even though he Tom became the best student in Hogwarts!

The most beloved student by all teachers and students!

Can't get Dumbledore's trust either!

That old guy has been staring at him since he started school!

Especially after he unleashes the basilisk to kill a man....

Isn't this similar to Blake now?

Blake is pretty much the same now as he was back then!

Excellent, smart, and well-liked by everyone.

But so what?

Before, when Blake had spoken against Snape, and when he'd stunned everyone at the Dueling Club.

Tom could clearly see the distrust in Dumbledore's eyes!

Just like the original self!

This old guy really hasn't learned his lesson at all!

Isn't this just an opportunity for me to take advantage of?

In his opinion, Dumbledore's education was a joke.

When Dumbledore first met him in the orphanage.

On the one hand, he told himself not to use power to benefit himself.

On the other hand, he set his closet on fire, threatened and intimidated himself, and asked himself to apologize to the children he had bullied.

It was the liveliest class Tom has ever had!

Tom has since realized something.

That is, as long as you are strong enough, you can force anyone to do what he doesn't want!

Like... just like Dumbledore did.

Forced himself to apologize to those orphanage children whom he always regarded as ants!

Because he was stronger than himself as a kid!.