Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Blake said: "If you can continue to teach me the Dark Arts, then I don't care if I offer my allegiance.

"But.....Professor Quirrell just said that there is nothing left to teach me, and.....you have been teaching me..."

As soon as the voice fell, the scene fell into an awkward silence.

Quirrell was shocked, this kid also said these words?

Isn't this questioning that his master has nothing to teach Blake?

And, most importantly, he said it, and there was nothing left to teach Blake.

so.…….

If Voldemort got angry.

He probably wouldn't do anything to Blake.

But I am miserable...

Sure enough, as soon as Quirrell's mind arose, he felt the overwhelming anger in Voldemort's heart!

Voldemort was indeed angry.

He wasn't angry at Blake's backlash, though.

Instead, he was angry that Blake thought he was at the end of his rope!

The most important thing is...

What Blake said seems to be really fucking true!

What Quirrell said before is actually not a big mistake, it's just an exaggeration.

So that Blake felt a sense of urgency, so that he could finally follow Voldemort.

Ba...

Voldemort's black magic was indeed almost learned by Blake during these days...

This in itself was beyond Voldemort's own expectations!

If not for a change of strategy later.

It took days to teach a new black magic.

The rest of the time forces him to repeat the previous ones.

Maybe Voldemort's stock won't last until mid-May...

Logically speaking, Voldemort's black magic is not so easy to learn.

But I can't stand Blake's learning speed!

It's been several months.

No matter how difficult any kind of black magic is.

Blake can always master within a few hours...

Sometimes you can even master five or six black arts in one night!

Even Voldemort's knowledge base.

I can't stand the speed of Blake's wool!

So, even though Voldemort was angry at being questioned.

But... it is really speechless.

This unconvinced, but speechless situation.

When did Voldemort encounter it?

"Ding! The emotion of becoming angry from embarrassment is detected!"

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

"This...... Before you fully dedicate your loyalty, do you think the master will teach you all the knowledge?"

At this time, Quirrell was terrified, and had been warned not to speak.

But he still managed to cover up for Voldemort.

After all, speaking now might cost half your life.

But if he doesn't open his mouth, his master will lose face in front of the people he wants to subdue.

Then he would lose more than half his life...

"You're right, Professor Quirrell."

Blake seemed to take Quirrell's word for it.

And Voldemort also recovered from his rage at this time.

He also realized his gaffe.

Luckily, though, Quirrell isn't too stupid.

"I have more profound and powerful abilities, which can only be passed on to my own people.

"So... Blake, even though I've always admired you."

"However, if you don't want to join us, I won't pass on those skills to you~.

After Voldemort recovered his state.

The words spoken are still full of temptation.

If it were another person, 80% would be directly seduced.

However, Blake is not someone else after all.

Blake said with a smile: "Since this is the case, I am willing to join your camp, great Dark Lord.

"Do you really want to?" Voldemort asked.

"Frankly, I don't really like the current situation," Blake said, "because I can only opt in.

"If I join, I can learn more powerful black magic and get stronger power. But if I don't want to join, then I will not be able to get out of this door no matter what.

"I don't like this feeling that I can't be fully controlled by myself."

Voldemort grinned, revealing an extremely ugly smile.

If Blake had agreed directly just now, he would have become suspicious instead.

but now.

Blake expressed his displeasure directly.

Instead, it made Voldemort feel more at ease.

Geniuses are all arrogant!

Especially a genius like Blake!

If there were no complaints...

So you are trying so hard to restrain yourself, do you have other plans?

"There is nothing in this world that can be obtained without paying a price." Voldemort said.

"Although you don't like it very much, this is the price you should pay."

"However, you will soon find out how wise it is to join our camp.

"You will get everything you want, even eternal life."

"I have gone farther than anyone else on the road of eternal life!"

"Otherwise, why am I still alive today?"

"Because no one can kill me! I... am immortal!"

Blake's pupils constricted sharply.

This little detail was quickly caught by Voldemort.

In fact, he really didn't have much Dark Arts to teach Blake.

So, just to be on the safe side, he threw out his trump card.

*#...

In his view, no one would be unwilling to gain eternal life!

Moreover, the more one pursues power, the more unable to resist the temptation of eternal life!

So, Blake must be irresistible!

Especially, how similar Blake is to his original self...

Addicted to black magic, good at managing the relationship between classmates and professors...

And he still has an advantage that he absolutely didn't have at the beginning.

That's the relationship between him and Dumbledore!

This is a great trump card to use!

Voldemort decided to make good use of it!

"Great Dark Lord, I am willing to join your camp,

Blake spoke sincerely again.

Of course, this is a vague statement.

He just said he joined.

As for offering loyalty and the like.

He didn't say anything at all.

Joining does not mean that you cannot jump back.

A look of satisfaction appeared on Voldemort's face again.

He thinks that the previous Blake may still have concerns.

But after he threw out the bait of immortality.

Blake must have turned to himself with all his heart.

"Very good, Blake."

"Now I have temporarily lost my physical body. Many powerful black magic cannot be shown to you."

"However, as long as I regain my physical body, there will be no problem."

Voldemort directly led the conversation to the second stage.

Sure enough, Blake asked very politely: "Great Dark Lord, what do you need to do to restore your physical body?"

Voldemort laughed, "Do you know what the Philosopher's Stone is?"

Blake nodded, "Of course I know, the Philosopher's Stone represents the pinnacle of alchemy!"

The Philosopher's Stone can turn stones into gold, and can make elixirs of life......

Then Blake stopped talking.

"Do you need the Philosopher's Stone?"

"That's right."

"But...... As far as I know, the only piece of the Sorcerer's Stone that still exists in the world today is in the hands of the legendary alchemist Nicole Flamel..."

"How do we find Nico Flamel?"

Voldemort smiled and said, "There's no need to be so troublesome, because...the Philosopher's Stone is right here at Hogwarts!"

Blake said in surprise: "Could it be that Professor Dumbledore said that the corridors on the fourth floor where students are not allowed to approach..."

"Yes, the Philosopher's Stone exists in that place!"

Blake asked suspiciously: "But why did you put the Sorcerer's Stone here? Wouldn't it be better to put it in Gringotts, which is known as the safest place in the wizarding world... etc.

"I read in the papers that there was a break-in at Gringotts, but nothing was stolen..."

Voldemort said, "Yes, the Philosopher's Stone was in Gringotts before. So, I let Quirrell sneak in, but he was a step late. The warehouse where the Philosopher's Stone was stored was empty

"You mean, Dumbledore moved the Sorcerer's Stone from Gringotts to Hogwarts?"

"Yes... Dumbledore's self-righteous pride, isn't he? Thinking that he can be safe by keeping it under his nose... huh.

"`"He has no idea how many things I have done under his nose..."

"He can't stop me!"

Voldemort, who had obtained all the information on the level, was full of confidence at this moment.

All it takes is one chance.

An opportunity that everyone takes lightly.

He could have Quirrell sneak in with him and steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"So... what do you need me to do?" Blake asked. "If you didn't need me, you wouldn't reveal so much information to me.

"It's so easy to talk to smart people. . . . Don't worry, Brass."

"Although Dumbledore is an old fool, he does have some skills. In my current state..."

"It's not suitable to act rashly!"

Blake said, "So all we have to do now is wait?"

"Yes.....wait. Without my order, you must not act rashly!"

"I'll call you when the time comes."

Blake nodded.

"Okay, you don't need to come here anymore, after I recover officially, I will slowly teach you more powerful black magic."

"And... the secret of eternal life...."

Blake was able to leave early tonight.

Moreover, after knowing that there is no need to come to a play every night in the future.

Blake was also somewhat relieved.

Although I can scan the treasure chest, I don't do my homework with the girls at night.

Spending all day with a man who smells like garlic.

I really can't stand it...

"What are you doing?"

Hermione, who was reading in the library, suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her.

(Nuo Zhao Zhao) She said angrily: "Of course it is for review! There are only a few weeks left for the exam!"

"Review?" Blake sat down beside Hermione, resting his chin on his face and said boredly: "Why do you need to review? Shouldn't you memorize it in class? Could it be that you didn't memorize it?"

"Ding! The emotion of becoming angry from embarrassment is detected!"

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

Hermione took deep breaths frantically, trying to hold herself back from being nearly crushed by Blake.

"You...you bastard, can you do whatever you want with a good memory?!"

"Sorry, but with a good memory, you can indeed do whatever you want."

Hermione took another deep breath...

But this time...

Even though she took a deep breath and almost fainted, she still couldn't stop her mentality from exploding.

"You... Are you okay? Get out of here, don't hinder my review!"

"Hmmm... have you written your paper on transfiguration yet?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"I just want to check it for you, really...how can I copy papers?"

When Blake was kicked out, he saw Dumbledore standing in the doorway with a big smile on his face.

He stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand lay a shimmering coin with a transformation spell cast on it.

Wait until you come to a hidden corner.

"You told me I'd come to the library for you whenever this coin got hot. What's going on?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's not a big deal. I said yes to Voldemort tonight, joined his camp, and became an 'honorable' Death Eater."

Dumbledore: ...