Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

【The Ministry of Magic is looking for you urgently, but Fox's apparition didn't help you to leave right away?】

【You even received this message from me?】

【It seems that you were not deceived by Voldemort. 】

【I guess, you are planning to say that you went to the Ministry of Magic】

【Then hide aside and observe quietly, right?】

【To ensure Harry's safety, you plan to let me go with him, right?】

[But it's a pity, Professor

[Because Voldemort thought so too. 】

[So, I have to stay with Professor Quirrell tonight. 】

[Then dutifully playing a misguided villain. 】

【Sorry, I might have to cast a little shadow on Harry's little heart tonight

[However, please rest assured that I will help you complete your plan. 】

【Anyway, your purpose is just to let Harry kill Voldemort with his own hands, isn't it?】

He looked at the phoenix patron saint who disappeared before his eyes.

Dumbledore couldn't help but stroked his beard.

It was seen through by that little guy again.

However, why did this little guy become more and more angry with Greg?

Blake and his friends had a great time in Hogsmeade.

Wait until they return to school through the secret passage.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening.

After saying goodbye, everyone went to the common room of their respective colleges.

Cassandra saw Blake's eyes brighten.

Blessed waited patiently until everyone else had left.

Then he asked, "So you actually have something to do tonight?"

"It's true that there are some small things to do."

Blake was also a little surprised that Cassandra hadn't left.

"Um...how did you know?"

"The look in your eyes, Blake..." Cassandra said, "Although there's nothing on your expression."

"But that look, I remember very clearly.

It was an excited look.

The last time she saw this look, it was still in the Forbidden Forest.

When Blake heard this, he was secretly vigilant.

I've really been a little drifting lately.

If even Cassandra could see her own mind through her own eyes.

Then you are indeed slack.

but.......

Blake suddenly felt a little lonely.

So, what does it matter if you release your emotions a little bit?

"You know, I just like heavy weights that are exciting.

"Whether it is a dangerous encounter or a ferocious beast, it is my favorite."

"It's only when these things happen. I feel like I'm myself again.

No matter the good boy in front of Dumbledore.

Still the madman in front of Voldemort.

None of this is him.

In other words, camouflage is also a means for him to pursue excitement.

Wanting to earn treasure chests was actually an excuse for him to convince himself.

The blood flowing in this body has never been ordinary blood.

As for his soul, he has never been an ordinary soul who is content with the status quo.

Cassandra looked at Blake happily.

The one with fanatical emotion in his eyes is the real Blake.

He showed his true self in front of me...

"Can I go?" Cassandra asked.

"No, it's too dangerous, you can't go." Blake refused decisively.

"Okay." Cassandra said, seeing how you suddenly opened up to me...

"But sooner or later I'll join you on your adventures! I bet you'll have to beg me to go with you!"

Ten o'clock sharp.

Quirrell's office.

Blake's face has been put on the "mask" again.

The crazy colors that occasionally flashed in the eyes.

Quirrell couldn't help but secretly startled.

This is a lunatic, a little lunatic who hasn't grown up yet...

Quirrell thought to himself.

"Master told us to start now," Quirrell said.

"Oh...but what about Snape?" Blake asked.

"Didn't you say that Snape has been staring at you?"

"Don't worry, he hasn't stared at me very much recently."

"And Dumbledore went to the Ministry of Magic."

"Tonight is a great time."

Quirrell said slightly excitedly.

Blake stroked his chin.

He couldn't help guessing secretly.

The reason Snape didn't stare at Quirrell much anymore.

Maybe it was because of him.

The poor guy.....

Strictly speaking, it has not fully recovered yet.

It's just because I have a potion of drunken life and dream death every month.

Snape's face was also miraculously rosier.

God knows what he dreamed about...

Quirrell and Blake made their way quietly to the fourth-floor corridor.

Blake noticed something keenly.

That is, along the way, they did not meet anyone.

Forget about Filch.

Not even a ghost saw one.

Presumably they were all removed on purpose by Dumbledore.

Just to give Quirrell a chance.

Excited Quirrell, though.

None of these anomalies were found at all.

He produced a miniature version of the little harp.

Then he silently opened the door lock in front of him with the Unlocking Charm.

"Go in and be quiet," Quirrell ordered.

Blake nodded.

Quirrell pushed open the wooden door.

In a dark room.

A tall figure suddenly jumped up!

A stench of stench hits my face!

It is the three-headed dog Lu Wei who is about to pounce!

Quirrell hastily plucked the harp in his hand.

Soon, the ferocious three-headed dogs began to fight eyelids.

"Boom..."

The three-headed dog didn't hold on for even three seconds.

He fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Blake looked at Lu Wei curiously.

How could this big guy have such a fatal weakness...

I don't know if there is a way to remove this weakness through evolution.

Just when Blake's thinking has progressed to ntr Hagrid.

Quirrell's voice came over.

"Don't waste time, come here."

As Quirrell said, he opened the door above which Lu Wei was squatting just now.

A big dark hole underneath was exposed!

At this moment, the harp was in Quirrell's hand just now.

Now it is suspended beside Lu Wei, playing automatically.

"Jump down, there is a devil's net underneath, don't worry about getting hurt.

As soon as Quirrell said that, he jumped down first!

Blake looked into the cave.

Then the pupils automatically turned yellow!

Partial deformation of the body is also a skill of druids.

After temporarily transforming one's own eyes into those of an owl.

The scene in the cave immediately became extremely clear.

At this point, Quirrell has been entangled in the devil's web.

There was a flash of fire on his wand.

Let the tentacles of the devil's web recede in all directions.

Blake before jumping off.

Just in case.

He dropped a bone flute casually by the door.

Then take a deep leap.

The levitation function of the levitation cloak is activated.

So he didn't fall too fast.

Because of the druid day template.

So the tentacles of the devil's web didn't mean to wrap around Blake at all.

When he landed on the dark tentacles of the devil's net.

Quirrell had his back turned to him, looking excitedly down the passage ahead.

When Blake walked over.

Noticed that Quirrell was laughing quietly.

"Professor, what are you laughing at?"

Quirrell smiled and said:

"I laugh Dumbledore is foolish, Snape less wise!"

"They actually slacked off at this time, so I finally have the opportunity to come here!"

"As long as they keep staring at me for another day..."

"Soon... the master is about to be resurrected! I... I can get what I want too..."

Then Quirrell suddenly shuddered.

There was a look of horror on his face.

Blake guessed that Voldemort had just cursed in his head.

0......seeking flowers......

Blake felt he deserved the scolding, too.

Champagne and crazy flags are opened at halftime.

If you don't scold you, who will you scold?

Quirrell did not dare to speak any more.

Go straight to the stone corridor ahead.

This corridor as a whole is going down.

There was even water seeping on the wall next to it.

Blake followed Quirrell.

Not long after, a rustling sound was heard.

At the end of the stone corridor.

It's a brightly lit room.

And on the ceiling of the room.

Countless little birds shining brightly are flying around.

On the other side of the room, there is a locked door.

Quirrell looked at the bird on the ceiling.

"Those are birds that Flitwick turns into with a key."

"We need to fly up there on broomsticks."

"And among these keys, find the correct one."

Quirrell looked at Blake, "That's what you're good at, isn't it?"

Blake glanced at the ceiling.

A bird with wings as sharp as a knife.

Then he looked at the broom in the corner again.

He knew what the broom he rode would end up like.

Moreover, he is not interested in adding countless small wounds to his body.

so..………

"Actually, we still have a second way to go."

Blake said.

...00

Saw Blake walking to the gate.

Quirrell was a little annoyed, thinking Blake wasn't following orders.

"This door cannot be opened with the Unlocking Charm!"

Blake chuckled and said:

"Who said I was going to use the Lockpicking Charm?"

"I have a faster way."

"Porgy........"

A Bowtruckle was pulled out of Blake's pocket.

As soon as the little guy came out, his eyes were squinted by the light in front of him.

"Unlock the lock for me, will you?"

Blake handed over a wood turtle.

After Porgy happily took it.

I stuffed it into my mouth.

Then the little guy climbed on the doorknob.

It stayed at the keyhole, and then stretched out its long sharp nails into the keyhole!

"Crack!"

After a second.

The door was thrown open.

"Look, isn't it easier than finding the right key among so many keys?"

Blake smiled and fed Porgy another woodjack.

Quirrell looked at the Bowtruckle in Blake's hands in surprise.

Then a look of joy flashed across his face.

He suddenly understood why the master insisted on taking Blake with him.

This is indeed much more efficient than coming by himself!

The third level is Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard.

Quirrell, who is familiar with the rules of the level, took out a chess record.

He has already prepared the way to win this game of chess.

Although the method is a bit stupid, it is indeed a good method.

"Blake, do you understand?"

"Know a thing or two."

"Then you stand there and take the place of that knight..."

Blake waved his hand, but why do we have to waste time playing chess here?"

"Because that's the only way we can get through," Quirrell said, "unless, you have another way?"

"Yes." Blake said, raising his wand, "Confused!"

Quirrell frowned, "The Confusion Charm doesn't work at all...

"Crack..."

I saw the enemy king directly took off his crown and threw it on the ground...

The enemy's chess pieces also moved out of the way.

The door at the back also opened quietly.

"How...how is it possible?"

Quirrell watched the scene in shock.

"Sometimes the spell doesn't work because it's not strong enough," Blake said with a laugh. "Also, I'm not a big fan of playing by the rules."

Quirrell looked at Blake's back and felt a sense of frustration in his heart.

Because of Blake's existence.

Their breakthrough speed is really fast to the extreme.

(B...

Quirrell also felt a sense of crisis for the first time.

When the time comes, the master is resurrected.

Will the person with the greatest credit really be himself?