Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Blake just walked into the next room.

His brows were tightly wrinkled.

Because a disgusting stench filled the whole room.

Blake turned and left.

Then, under Quirrell's surprised gaze, he returned to the room of Professor McGonagall's level again.

"Um...are you going in the wrong direction?" Quirrell asked suspiciously.

"No...I'm just...preparing for a while."

As Blake said, he added a bubble head spell to himself.

"Why do you have to use a troll? It's smelly and hard to control. In fact, the poison horn beast is very good."

"It pokes its horns hard into every intruder's ass and explodes..."

Quirrell's face turned green.

He put trolls in because he was good at them.

This is all to make it easier for him to break through the level by himself in the future!

Not really wanting to help Dumbledore guard the Philosopher's Stone.

What poison horn beast did he put?

Poking your own ass?

Blake put on the bubble head spell and entered the room again.

Staying in the room is still a familiar troll.

Yep, the one Blake tamed.

I didn't expect to be moved here again.

It looked at Blake stupidly, not attacking at all.

Of course it will not attack its master.

but....…

Blake is different.

"The soul is out of body!"

"Knock yourself out, thanks."

"Dang!" The troll raised his stick and knocked himself out.

Quirrell saw this as soon as he entered the room.

He actually thought Blake was doing too much.

The Imperius Curse is enough to control the troll for a while.

There's no need to knock this guy out again.

In fact, Quirrell was right.

However, since Blake promised Dumbledore to release Harry.

Naturally, it would be best to knock this big guy unconscious.

Otherwise, Mr. Savior would be crushed to death by the giant "Nine Two Three" monster before reaching the end of the level.

That would be hilarious.....

So that Dumbledore wouldn't burst out with rage.

It's better to add a little more water.

With the bang of the giant monster fell to the ground.

Blake opened the door to the next room.

As expected.

The next room was exactly the level Snape had laid out.

There is only one table in this room.

On the table are seven bottles of various shapes.

Blake waited until Quirrell came in.

Hastily closed the back door, completely cut off the smell of the troll.

That's when Blake undoes the Head Soaking Charm and casts the Cleansing Charm on himself.

A purple flame rose from the closed door.

At the same time, a purple flame rose from the door leading to the front.

This directly blocked the way back and forward.

Blake and Quirrell were temporarily caught in the middle.

Quirrell had picked up a piece of parchment on the table and read.

"Danger is ahead, safety is behind."

"There are two of us who can help you.

"Drink them, one will lead you forward."

"The other sent you back to where you came from."

"Two of them contain nettle wine."

"Three are killers, they are waiting in line."

"Choose, unless you want to stay here forever."

"We also provide four clues to help you choose."

"First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide, they all stand in the workshop of the nettle wine.

"Second, the contents of the left and right bottles are different, and neither will be of use to you if you want to move forward.

"Thirdly, you will find that the bottles are of different sizes, and there is no death hidden in the giants and dwarfs."

"Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, they taste the same."

Quirrell put down the parchment, "This is obviously a reasoning problem."

"It's not very difficult, just follow the instructions on the parchment..."

Quirrell didn't finish his sentence.

I saw that Blake had left a bottle of potion in the corner.

"Crack!"

The glass bottle containing the potion was instantly shattered.

The spilled potion has corroded a large piece of masonry!

"What are you doing?!" Quirrell exclaimed.

The train of thought that was still reasoning was immediately interrupted by Blake.

Blake frowned and said:

"Please...you don't really want a reasoning, do you?"

"I'm not saying you can't figure it out, I just think it's according to their rules.

“Really a waste of time!”

"God knows when Dumbledore will be back?"

"We don't really have much time to squander!"

Quirrell watched as Blake dropped the potion bottle again.

The corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.

"You...you can't do this!"

"What we need to do is to find the potion that can pass through the fire gate over there after drinking!"

"If you drop all the correct potions, we'll be trapped here!"

Blake said: "Why bother..... Isn't these potions easy to distinguish? Oh...this is also poison..."

"Crack!" Another bottle of potion was smashed.

"Are you...really sure?"

Quirrell was scared to death.

He didn't know where Blake's confidence was coming from.

It turns out that the correct potion is only determined by the naked eye...

In case of failure......

Even if you are not poisoned to death, you will be burned to death by the fire on the fire door!

"Don't worry, Professor Quirrell, I won't harm you."

"We're all in the same boat now, aren't we?"

Blake picked up the smallest bottle of potion and looked at it.

"Well, this is it. If you want to move forward, you have to drink this."

He handed the potion to Quirrell.

Then he picked up the last round bottle again.

"This is for drinking when I go back."

"How do you know? What if you're wrong?" Quirrell asked.

"Do you have a choice, Professor Quirrell?" Blake asked with a smile.

Quirrell looked at the potion bottle that had been thrown to the ground in the corner, and felt mmp in his heart.

The madman!

Now even if you want to make serious reasoning, it will not work.

There are only two bottles left, and you still reason about a chicken?

However, if this bottle of potion is wrong, wouldn't it be...

Quirrell didn't dare to open the potion bottle in his hand for a moment.

"Huh? You dare not drink?" Blake smiled, "Why don't I go first."

Quirrell's heart tightened.

If only it was the right potion.

Blake drank first.

It is possible to get the Philosopher's Stone before him!

At that time, the person who contributed the most was Blake!

How can this work?!

These days, the price he paid!

Almost lost my life!

If the credit is taken by Blake instead...

Then he really has nowhere to cry!

"I'll do it!" Quirrell said, snapping off the bottle cap.

As soon as I became ruthless, I drank half a bottle.

After Quirrell drank the potion.

I just felt like I was poured with ice water all over my body.

Bitter cold!

Quirrell knew he was right.

He hurriedly stuffed the remaining half bottle of potion into Blake's hand.

Then he stepped into the fire door first!

Blake watched Quirrell's disappearing back with contempt.

Then he looked at the half bottle of potion left in his hand with disgust.

"I don't want to drink the potion you drank."

He put the half bottle of potion in his hand closest to the fire door.

Then put the undrinked bottle near the fire door back.

Choose one of the two, and one bottle is already drunk.

If so, Harry wouldn't be able to guess which bottle was the correct one.

That's really.....it can't be moved.....

Blake looked at the flame gate in front of him.

As for how to pass without drinking the potion?

Blake smiled.

As soon as the levitation cloak..... directly stepped in.....

With this little flame, there is no way to get Blake's levitation cloak!

There was a flash of fire.

A new room appeared in front of Blake.

This room is circular.

There is a huge mirror in the middle.

And Quirrell was running anxiously around the mirror right now.

This is completely different from what he imagined!

in his imagination.

Shouldn't the Philosopher's Stone be in the house right now?

Why is there only one mirror in the house?

What about the Sorcerer's Stone?

Quirrell was panicking now.

He sneaked in here tonight, in fact, he was already at the bottom of the boat.

If you can't find the Philosopher's Stone.

Then even if he wasn't killed by Dumbledore.

You have to be tortured to death by your own master!

Quirrell looked at himself in the mirror.

There was a puzzled expression on his face.

This mirror is really weird.

Then he saw in the mirror that he had dedicated the Philosopher's Stone to his master.

And his master is also in the state after resurrection!

He rewarded himself!

And the Death Eaters around looked at him with jealousy in their eyes!

It's all so beautiful.

 …

Just the scene in the mirror.

What about the Sorcerer's Stone?

At this moment, Jiluo already sensed that Voldemort's consciousness was a little impatient!

He quickly took out his wand.

Start tapping on the mirror.

This, he was sure, must be a trick on Dumbledore's part!

You must be able to break it yourself!

Blake stood aside, watching Quirrell go about his business.

He touched his nose and slowly approached the mirror.

This mirror should be the legendary Mirror of Erised.

In the mirror, people can see what they desire most deep in their hearts.

Blake had already seen the magic mirror with his own eyes.

Harry saw his parents in the magic mirror.

Ronald saw himself as a prefect, and also led the Gryffindor team to win the Quidditch Cup.

As for Dumbledore...

Blake wasn't sure if the current Dumbledore would see another bad old man when he looked in this mirror.

but.......

Now Blake just wants to see what he can see in the mirror.

Seeing Blake approaching made Quirrell uncomfortable.

He knows how good Blake is...

If Blake found the Philosopher's Stone, which he couldn't find after searching for a long time...

He's almost 100 percent sure.

What a terrible change in Voldemort's attitude towards himself!

"You wait on the side first, I will find the Philosopher's Stone......"

"You are too close, it will affect me!"

Quirrell told Blake to stay away.

"Um?"

Blake rolled his eyes and knew what Quirrell was thinking.

"Oh, I don't think I'm in your way, Professor."

"As far as I know, this mirror should be called Er

Rhys Mirror. "

"Able to reflect what people most desire in their hearts."

"I'm just curious as to what my heart longs for the most."

"So I wanted to take a picture."

Quirrell said angrily, "I said...don't...uh!"

He covered his head and knelt down on the ground in pain.

"You piece of shit...you can't find it...let Blake come!"

Voldemort's husky voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

Quirrell's face was filled with resignation, but...

"Yes... as you wish, my master..."

Quirrell stepped back.

Give Blake the mirror in front of him.

Blake scratched his head.

He really just wanted to look in the mirror.

I had no intention of looking for the Sorcerer's Stone at all...

But seeing the current situation, it seems that I can't do it.

Blake walked over reluctantly.

He walked to the front of the mirror.

Looking at himself in the mirror.

"Huh? Philosopher's Stone?" Blake looked at himself in the mirror with some surprise.

The self in the mirror does have the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

but.....….

Seems like that amount... a bit much?

Yes, Blake in the mirror, sitting on a hill...

Well, it's a hill made of Philosopher's Stones...

And the Philosopher's Stone in Blake's hand seemed to look a bit different from the Philosopher's Stone under his ass.

It looks even more dazzling!

And right around Blake...

When Blake saw the scene around him.

"puff!"

Blake hastily covered his nose that was about to spurt a nosebleed.

This is really going to show the screen, it is estimated that the screen will be filled with holy light...

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

I am clearly a gentleman!

How could you possibly think of these...

This magic mirror is slandering me!

He slandered me!

Cough cough, I always feel weird, let me take another look...

"Blake, what's wrong with you?" came Voldemort's hoarse voice.

After all, Blake does look a little scary.

He just stood in front of the mirror.

Then suddenly his complexion changed drastically, and he covered his nose......

"Ahem, it's nothing, it's just that I've been caught in the mirror a little bit!"

Blake said with a serious face.

As if he was really cursed.

"Let me do it," Voldemort said, about to take control of Quirrell's body.

Just at this time.

"Hula!"

The flame of the fire gate suddenly flickered.

A figure came in!

"You...you?"

Harry looked at the two people in front of him.

Breathless in amazement!

"Yeah...that's us."

Blake reluctantly looked away from the mirror.

Face 2.6 has an evil smile on it.

"I was just wondering if I might run into you here, Harry Potter..."

"But.....I thought it was Snape....."

Harry stared in shock at Blake, who was so different from before.

"Oh.....Snape, of course, that poor guy, who always takes the blame..."

"I told you already, didn't I? Stop fixing your eyes on poor old Snape."

"He's just a poor old man who couldn't love him and suffered from his enemy NTR..."

Quirrell also came over.

"Snape really didn't look like a nice guy, he was flying around like a giant bat.

"But this has helped me a lot!"

"With him in the way, who would doubt honesty, poor Professor Quirrell?"

Harry couldn't believe this.

It can't be true!

Quirrell aside.

Blake... Blake was a freshman like himself.

And...he and Hagrid were the ones who brought him into the wizarding world!

It was also him who helped him to teach the Uncle Feinon's family who bullied him a lesson!

How can he be a badass?!

And Quirrell...  

....... Snape tried to kill me once! Didn't you save me? I saw it in the sky that day! You're helping me read the opposite....."

"Hahahaha! It's so interesting, obviously I am chanting the curse to harm you, and Snape is chanting the counter-curse to save you, but you think it is Snape who is harming you?"

Quirrell laughed and started the villain's usual self-destruct routine.

Just before Quirrell walked the flow of the villain dying of talking too much.

When explaining everything sweetly for Harry.

Blake, who had nothing to do, strolled back to the magic mirror again.

"Tsk, that's great..."

Appreciating the holy light that filled the screen, he wiped his saliva.

Then I felt a hard object in my hand...

"Fuck? No way! Are you serious?".