Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"Cruciate!"

"squeak!"

"Very good! Blake! You've mastered the Cruciatus Curse!"

Voldemort, possessed by Quirrell, said excitedly.

In front of him.

Blake was holding his wand.

Tormenting a mouse like crazy.

At this point, the mouse was already twitching.

Foaming at the mouth.

Seeing it will not work.

But Blake continued to use the Cruciatus Curse with a smile on his face.

It wasn't until Voldemort called to stop that he stopped with a look of unsatisfied expression.

This expression fell in Voldemort's eyes.

Simply perfect it couldn't be more perfect!

Because he knows.

The beast in Blake's heart has been completely released by himself.

From then on.

There is no possibility for him to turn back!

"This feeling is really... so refreshing.

"I can't wait to use it on people!" Blake said.

"No! You can't use it on people just yet!"

Voldemort didn't know that the beast in Blake's heart was so violent.

Even thinking about using it on people now.

"Why not? On the rats... Honestly, I still don't feel good enough!" Blake's eyes flashed blood.

"Who do you want to use it on now?"

"So many people in the school...

"No...you're going to get fired for being here! I don't want you fired yet, Blake."

"Patience...the release after extreme endurance is the most enjoyable.

Voldemort hastily persuaded Blake who almost rushed out of the empty classroom.

Blake is his trump card against Dumbledore! 08 can't let him break it at this time!

"As long as I'm more careful... I can use the Oblivion Curse afterwards... I learned the Oblivion Curse on purpose."

Blake grinned a maniacal grin.

Voldemort said seriously: "It took you so long to come to me, not because you spent so long learning the Cruciatus Curse, but because you also took the time to learn the Oblivion Curse?"

"That's right! If this kind of spell can't be used on people, what's the point of learning it?"

"I just need to use the Oblivion Charm carefully from time to time..."

"Enough!" Voldemort stopped Blake, "Your lack of magic makes you destined to be extremely powerful in the future. However, I don't want to see a lunatic without reason.

Blake shut his mouth, it feels weird to be called a lunatic by a lunatic.....

"Take this, and come to me next time after you learn this."

Voldemort handed over a piece of parchment.

"Remember, you must never experiment with black magic on people in school. If I find out that you use black magic on anyone, I will never teach you any more black magic."

Blake showed a horrified expression, "I promise not! Professor..."

After Voldemort left satisfied.

The crazy look on Blake's face faded away.

"Hmm... I performed a little harder today."

He turned around and walked to the little mouse and squatted down.

Blake poked the little mouse, which was foaming at the mouth, with his wand.

Well, it's not a serious problem, it's just because I'm so excited that I'm foaming at the mouth and temporarily losing my ability to move.

Love Horse Kill Chicken can override any magic effect.

Moreover, the camouflage ability of the magic of love is also very strong.

So, he just used the first ever Cruciatus Curse to make the other party feel good.

Sometimes, the extreme pleasure and the extreme pain, the reaction is actually the same

At least, Voldemort didn't see it.

Blake stood up, unfolding the parchment in his hand.

"Avada Kedavra? Well, this one is kind of interesting.

In the following days.

Blake's daily schedule turned into daytime classes.

Then at night, the black magic disguised as the magic of love fooled Voldemort's nourishing days.

Voldemort loved and feared Blake's powerful talent for the dark arts.

The stronger this kid is, the more tragic it will be when he backstabs Dumbledore in the future.

That's why Voldemort liked him.

However, his talent is too strong.

So powerful that even Voldemort had to feel jealous of him.

And, the most crucial point is.

This kid is a crazy batch.

Voldemort thought that this kid must have been oppressed too much before.

If you let yourself go a little bit, you will already be crazy.

How crazy would it be to completely surrender in the future?

Voldemort was already thinking about how to control this lunatic in the future.

that's all.

Time is slowly entering May.

And in these few months.

Because of Blake's strong learning talent...

As a result, even Voldemort had no special black arts to teach Blake anymore.

Most of the time, he was asked to practice the black magic that he had learned repeatedly.

Because Voldemort knew.

The more you use the power of black magic, the deeper you sink.

Blake at this time.

In Voldemort's eyes, it was already a deep hole in the mud.

FFLX...

He felt it was time.

Someday in mid-May.

Blake came to the secret empty classroom at night as usual.

However, this time Quirrell did not urge him to practice black magic as usual.

Like when he first lured Blake into learning the Dark Arts.

Quirrell had already made a pot of tea and was sitting in an armchair, quietly waiting for Blake.

"What kind of dark magic are we going to practice tonight?" Blake asked as usual.

"No...no practice tonight," Quirrell said.

"Why?" Blake had a look of disappointment on his face.

It seemed that he was very dissatisfied that he could not use black magic immediately.

Seeing Blake's expression, Quirrell had a look of joy on his face.

"Sit down first, Blake."

Blake pulled up a chair and sat down somewhat dissatisfied.

"As you can see, Blake, you have learned all the black magic I know."

"In other words, I have nothing left to teach you."

Quirrell waved his wand, and Yizhi automatically poured Blake a cup of tea.

Blake frowned and thought for a moment before saying:

"Then...it's nothing, I can continue to practice what I have learned.

"No matter how much... I will slowly find opportunities to learn in the future.

Quirrell laughed: "Where are you going to find opportunities to learn?"

"Black magic is the most feared force in this world.

"No one will pass it on to you at will."

"And, such a profound and powerful force."

"How many people in the world do you think are good at it?"

Blake was silent" with an annoyed look on his face.

"Professor, what do you think should be done?"

"Since you mentioned this to me, you must know where to learn more about the Dark Arts?"

Quirrell smiled, "Of course!"

This kid is really up to the mark, isn't this just the right time to pass on the words?

"As far as I know, there is only one person who is most proficient in black magic in this world."

"And I can guarantee that you can learn more, deeper and more powerful black magic from him.

"You only have to pay a small price for it."

Blake had a suspicious look on his face.

"A small price?"

"What price do I have to pay?"

Quirrell laughed. "You only have to pay your allegiance, Blake."

"Just surrender to that lord."

"That lord will never treat anyone who wants to submit to him badly.

Blake said in surprise: "That's it? I just need to pay loyalty?"

"Yes. You only need to pay your allegiance. I will make an introduction for you," Quirrell said with satisfaction.

From this point of view, everything seems to be going well.

Quirrell didn't doubt Blake's thoughts, though.

A brat whose heart has been deeply corrupted by a powerful force.

How could it be possible to resist this temptation?

"I offer my allegiance, Professor Quirrell."

"So... can you tell me who is that lord now?"

"Also, when will you be able to introduce me?"

Quirrell was about to speak.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the back of his head.

"Okay... Quirrell....

"Let me talk to him."

Blake showed a shocked expression and looked at Qiluo's big head coin.

Quirrell was taken aback too.

He didn't expect his master to be so eager.

Just getting down to business and he wants to talk to Blake directly?

Quirrell didn't dare disobey his master.

He stood up, then raised his hand, and began to untie his turban layer by layer.

Blake also stood up involuntarily, staring closely at 613's Tianmaibi.

Quirrell quickly removed his hood, revealing his large bald head.

Then slowly turned around....

I saw a ferocious face suddenly appeared on the back of his originally smooth head...

The face suddenly opened its mouth and let out a long breath.

He exhaled a puff of white air, which looked extremely strange.

Looking at this scene, Blake's sah value went crazy in his heart!

Ma De, if it were him, he would rather die than live like this...

What is the difference between this Nima and life rather than death?

"Good evening, Blake." Face looked at Blake and said in a hoarse voice.

"You... who are you?" Blake had a wary look on his face.

"Bold! This is the Lord! You are so rude!" said Quirrell angrily.

"Okay, Quirrell, let me talk to him!" Voldemort said coldly.

Quirrell's body shivered.

He seemed quite intimidated by Voldemort's anger.

"Blake, you know what? We're actually acquaintances"

"I've been the one manipulating Quirrell's body to teach you the dark arts these days.

Blake looked at Voldemort's ugly face, well, the possessed Voldemort also has no nose...

"Could it be that you are the mysterious person?"

Ｄ? Hehe, during the time, they did call me that. Because they dare not even mention my name!" Voldemort said proudly

"But how did you guess that?"

Blake said: "Professor Quirrell said just now that the lord is the person who knows the most about black magic in the world, and Professor Quirrell called you that lord...As we all know, the mysterious man is the best at black magic in the world." People of the Dark Arts, so..."

"Smart as always, Blake, unlike the other idiots, you're the smartest student I've seen at Hogwarts in all my years."

Blake's rainbow fart made Voldemort feel better.

"Since you already know my identity, and you have just listened to Quirrell's introduction, then, tell me, what is your choice? Are you willing to show your loyalty to me?"