Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"Ding! Two shocked emotions detected!"

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

Blake patted Willow's trunk.

And the Whomping Willow - didn't go berserk again.

Attack and hit Blake.

Instead, a thin branch hung down.

Landing on Blake's shoulder.

Then a red flower slowly bloomed at the end of the twig...

It was like thanking Blake for his help.

Professor Sprout looked at the intact Whomping Willow in disbelief.

Silently he put away the bandage in his hand.

This thing is no longer useful...

Professor Sprout glanced at Lockhart, who was lying on the ground and barely raised his head.

Lockhart was also full of disbelief at this time.

However, when he noticed Sprout's gaze.

Immediately, he reluctantly restrained the expression on his face and showed a smile.

"Look...the spell I just made is actually useful."

“It’s just that it may take effect slowly due to individual differences.

Professor Sprout frowned.

She didn't expect this guy to be so shameless...

This is obviously the Whomping Willow that Blake healed.

In this guy's mouth, is it the delayed effect of his bullshit spell?

In short, no matter what happens, he can force it...

Professor Sprout rolled his eyes and walked over to Blake.

Although the scene just now was indeed very magical.

But it was precisely because of the magic that it aroused her curiosity.

She had to check to see if the Whomping Willow was actually fully healed.

Then, ask Blake what method he used to cure the Whomping Willow in such an incredible way.

"Ahem... Dear Pomona, can you... help me first?"

Lockhart lay on the ground unable to move.

If he moves even slightly, there will be a sharp pain everywhere in his body.

The moment he hit the Whomping Willow just now, he probably broke several of his bones.

Especially his left hand, he could clearly see that his left hand was pulling weakly...

"I think, as a legendary wizard with such rich adventure experience, you definitely don't need help from others, right?"

Professor Sprout smiled and walked away without looking back.

Lockhart was speechless.

What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot?

It is now...

Lockhart rolled over vigorously.

Then his face turned pale with pain.

Professor Sprout tentatively approached the Whomping Willow.

However, the Whomping Willow never attacked her.

"What an amazing ability, Blake."

"How on earth did you do that?"

"I've never been near a Whomping Willow while fully awake..."

Professor Sprout also put his hand on the Whomping Willow branch.

In fact, she had never seen the Whomping Willow so peacefully.

"Hasn't magic always been this amazing?"

Blake smiled shyly.

Professor Sprout was slightly startled.

"You're right, Blake. Magic always works like this."

"But...it seems that only you can use this kind of magic.

"So, you are also a magical little wizard...

Professor Sprout thought of Blake's life experience again.

And then automatically attribute this magical, so to speak, foul power to Blake's natural magic.

Of course, she is not wrong to think so.

After all, there are indeed no druids in this world.

This ability to enhance healing magic with druid mana.

There's nothing wrong with saying it's Blake's natural ability.

Just when the teachers and students are talking here.

Lockhart's exclamation came over there.

Blake and Professor Sprout looked over.

Then he saw Lockhart's horrified eyes.

And his left arm swinging from side to side like rubber.

He actually lost all the bones in his left arm...

Professor Sprout's mouth opened in surprise.

Blake was also amazed.

This would have been the Bone Drawing Curse that would have been used on Harry.

But he used it on himself first...

Blake walked up with a smile.

"Professor, what is this?"

"What is the spell? Can you teach it to me?"

Blake sincerely asks for advice.

"Um...you want to learn this?"

Lockhart looked at his numb left arm.

For a moment, I didn't know what Blake's purpose was.

"Yes, I want to prove it!"

"Ahem...why are you learning this?"

Lockhart wouldn't admit it was just an accident...

"If I learn this magic spell, I will have much less worry when cooking!

Lockhart: ..…………

Cooking? Lockhart felt a twinge of disgust.

You learned this spell just for cooking, right?

Lockhart thought Blake was really sarcastic.

But Blake really didn't mean to take a dig at Lockhart.

Because Blake is telling the truth!

Lockhart accidentally used this spell.

If you use it for cooking, it would be great!

For example, remove fish bones from fish, remove bones from chicken feet and duck feet...

Blake, who studied under several dark lords, actually knows a lot of similar black magic.

But those were too dark and brutal.

It's nothing like the spell Lockhart accidentally used.

It is actually possible to penetrate the flesh and flesh with incomparable accuracy and make the bones disappear...

Hiss...Is he really a genius?

Just when Professor Sprout was inspecting the Whomping Willow.

Blake has learned the "Bone Spell" from Lockhart.

Then, he discovered why this spell was magical.

Because he can not only remove bones accurately.

This process is extremely painless!

Otherwise Lockhart would have lost all the bones in his arm.

He fainted from the pain early.

In fact, because the broken bones are gone.

Lockhart felt no pain.

Blake when he got the spell.

The reason was immediately discovered.

This is because Lockhart originally wanted to cast the Healing Spell.

But the mantra was only half correct.

When a bone is pulled out accidentally, the wound inside is healed immediately.

So, after the wound inside has healed.

Of course people can't feel pain.

At this time, Professor Sprout also came over.

She looked at Lockhart's arm.

"It's better to go to the school hospital quickly. Poppy can cure you."

"However, since you may need to use the 'Bone Spirit', you may need to ask for leave from Albus.

"After all, it takes a long time for the Bone-Bone Spirit to take effect."

Blake squeezed Lockhart's arm.

"Professor Lockhart, to thank you for teaching me such a useful spell. So..."

Blake put a hand on Lockhart's arm.

The next second, Lockhart felt warm all over.

Then he felt a sharp pain coming from all the broken bones in his body.

"Ah!" Lockhart screamed and almost fainted from the pain.

However, wait until Blake lets go.

Lockhart found that all the pain in his body had completely disappeared!

"I..." Lockhart raised his left arm and looked at it.

He was shocked to find that he had no feeling in his left hand.

Now it’s back to normal!

The bones are back too!

"Ding! Two shocked emotions detected!"

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

Professor Sprout looked at Blake in surprise.

"With your ability, can you even treat people?"

Blake smiled and said: "Yes, about treatment. Whether the object is plants or animals, I am very good at it.

"However, I have only healed animals before."

“In fact, this is how I treated my Erha.

"Oh... Erha is my dog."

Lockhart:

………

Professor Sprout also coughed twice in embarrassment.

This kid is really straight-talking.

Isn't this a curse?

However, although Lockhart seemed unhappy, he did not fall out.

After all, Blake had healed all his injuries.

This means he won't miss his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson!

He is also looking forward to being able to shine in his first class!

Wait until Blake returns to the castle.

The dinner party is over.

He missed the last dessert of the dinner after all.

Of course, as expected.

The dinner party won't end so soon.

But Blake listened to other little wizards on the way back.

Professor Dumbledore was not in a very good mood tonight.

Not only did the dinner end early, but the final speech was also very sloppy.

Even the singing of the school song was never missed.

They were almost omitted by him.

Bruce felt that Ronald's behavior of driving to school would definitely not have such an impact on Dumbledore.

The only possibility is...

Nurmengard School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stole many students from Hogwarts.

Many senior students have transferred to other schools...

When Dumbledore saw the dinner, the students were missing a piece.

It's strange that my heart can be happy.

Blake guessed that Grindelwald must have shown off to Dumbledore in some way just now.

Only then did the old principal break his guard in a rare moment.

If you want Dumbledore to break through the defense, it's the old guy...

This evening.

Blake was in no rush to find the Ford.

This car will always be in the Forbidden Forest anyway.

He returned to the dormitory and said hello to his resentful roommates who were playing with Dabao.

Then he fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

Blake, who was full of sleep, did not disturb Dabao, who was sleeping soundly in his nest.

After washing up, I went to heaven.

The auditorium is the same as last year, with no changes.

The ceiling still casts magic, faithfully projecting the sky outside.

0......Please give me flowers 00

This gives everyone the illusion of being in the open air even if they are in the auditorium.

At this time, the long tables of the four major colleges were filled with breakfast.

But there were plates of pickled herring and mountains of bread.

I really don't have much of an appetite for Blake.

The only thing I can still make ends meet with is porridge...

However, Blake has never been a guy willing to work together.

He knocked on the table.

"I'd like ten puffs, thank you."

The next second, a plate of puffs appeared in front of Blake, exactly ten.

"Well, the only thing I can't live up to is the dessert..."

Cedric next to him glanced at the puff in front of Blake.

I couldn't help but say: "You are really not afraid of gaining weight if you eat something so sweet so early in the morning..."

"Getting fat? I don't care! If you can't consume enough sugar, what's the point of this breakfast?"

"You said the same thing at lunch..."

Cedric sipped his porridge and exposed Blake mercilessly.

"Cedric, you have changed. You have become mean in your speech."

"Mean? More than that! I'm simply jealous!"

Cedric's expression was like a mask of pain.

"I've read that newspaper! Huaichun girl and so on..."

"Why, I'm taller than you, and more handsome than you, so why can't I... What's wrong with me?"

Faced with Cedric's indignation.

Blake shook his head and said: "You said you are taller than me now, I don't object, but you said you are handsomer than me? Then I have to argue with you..."

Blake and Cedric were about to bicker.

A large flock of owls flew in.

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Blake and Cedric shut up, and then skillfully covered the bastard in front of them.

Every time these guys come in to deliver a message.

Either the feathers fell into the porridge, or the feces fell into the milk!

Some even fell into the kettle themselves.

Therefore, if you want to have a full breakfast, you must be more careful at this time every day to avoid your breakfast being "added"

"Bang!" A copy of the Daily Prophet was thrown into Blake's hand.

Blake waited for the owls to leave.

Then he put the plate of puffs in his arms back on the table.

Blake opened the newspaper and read it.

As soon as the newspaper was opened, the old face of Grindelwald's handsome man appeared on the front page.

"Warm congratulations to Nurmengard Academy of Magic for its successful opening!"

"Gellert Grindelwald, the first principal of Nurmengard Academy of Magic, delivered an important speech!"

"Shocked! All the students from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ran away overnight! Professor Weta Rothier, the vice-principal of Nurmengard School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, claimed responsibility for the incident!"

"The British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, sent a congratulatory message to Nurmengard College!"

Blake only turned over a few times, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Several pages in a row are full of news from Nurmengard...

Grindelwald is so cruel...

Grindelwald who has mastered the Daily Prophet.

The Nurmengard Academy of Magic is almost praised to the heavens!

Of course, that's okay.

After all, control the media.

Isn’t it just to let the media speak for itself?

But what's going on with this skilled pulling and stepping?

Just praise Nurmengard and step on Hogwarts

Blake had reason to believe that Dumbledore's dessert this morning must have been bland.

Just when Blake accepted a cup of milk tea specially sent by Nagini.

There was a commotion from across the Gryffindor table.

Immediately afterwards, a huge sound resounded throughout the entire auditorium.

...Stealing a car! I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you!"

"See how I deal with you then!"

"You probably haven't even thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was missing..."

Mrs. Weasley's voice was a hundred times louder than usual.

Obviously, this is a snarling letter from Mrs. Weasley.

Over at the Gryffindor table, both Harry and Ronald lowered their heads in shame.

....It’s so irritating! Your father will be examined at work!”

"It's all your fault!"

"If you continue to behave yourself, we will take you back immediately!"

The sound of shouting letters disappeared.

Ronald was now huddled in the chair, only showing a red forehead.

And Harry was too guilty to eat anything.

He had a hand in this, but Mrs. Weasley didn't say a word to him.

This made him feel even more guilty.

Relatively speaking, he would rather Mrs. Weasley scolded him too!

After Blake watched the excitement for a while, he turned his head and continued to deal with the puff in front of him.

When there were three puffs left on the plate in front of Blake.

Ginny's timid voice came from behind.

"Thank you, Blake, Dad wrote me last night."

"If you hadn't found... find someone to speak for my dad, my dad might have been expelled from the Ministry to clear the snow."