Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

I heard Snape ask about his daughter.

Blake's eyes lit up as he frowned.

He thought there was such a fuss just now.

Snape had forgotten all about it.

I don’t want to forget this, my big treasure chest is all found in this incident!

“Come on, come on… let’s talk somewhere else.

Blake made a swipe of his hand, and a dimensional door appeared immediately.

Then Snape was pulled into the door shoulder to shoulder by Blake.

The friendly look made it seem as if the person Snape was chasing and beating just now was not him.

In fact, Snape didn't want to be dragged through the door.

But Blake is really too strong.

If he were willing, even someone of Hagrid's size would have to be carried through the door.

What's more, Snape was as thin as a telephone pole.

When Snape's feet were still on the ground, Blake pulled him through the door.

He found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.

It seems like... on a flat mountain top somewhere?

There were several wizards and witches around them staring at them.

There are still a few wooden houses that have not yet been completely built scattered on the flat ground.

"Old Repp, is there a place where you can talk to me about something?"

Snape saw Blake asking a thin old man.

The old man was wearing a gray wizard robe and a brand new pointed wizard hat on his head.

He was sitting on a rock smoking a pipe.

After hearing Blake's question.

First, he glanced at Snape curiously, and then pointed with his pipe to a brand new "147" cabin not far away.

Blake headed towards the cabin immediately.

Snape tightened his robes tightly, and had no choice but to follow Blake.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

When the old man was looking at him just now, he actually felt like Dumbledore was looking at him...

Blake opened the cabin door.

There was only a square table and a few rough chairs in the room.

There are some plates piled together on the table.

Obviously, this is where they temporarily eat.

Blake invited Snape to sit down.

Snape looked at the rough chair with burrs and couldn't sit down for a while.

He looked at the soft cushion under Blake's butt, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

You thief! You sit on a cushioned chair yourself, and you let me sit on a chair like this that hurts your ass?

Snape pulled out his wand and pointed it at the bulging chair.

The next second, the chair twisted into a comfortable armchair.

This time it was Blake's turn to look angrily at Snape.

"I have never seen such a nice chair in your office!"

Snape didn't say anything. He sat down and cast a contemptuous look at Blake.

Then he took out a bottle from his pocket and took a sip.

"Of course I have a comfortable chair, but I hide it in the bedroom and sit by myself. As for you

He took another sip of the potion in the bottle and said no more.

Blake looked at Snape speechlessly.

"Okay...you are awesome..."

"This is what you drank... Good guy, the joy potion can no longer satisfy you? Are you drinking the calming potion instead?"

"Whose fault do you think this is?" Snape said through gritted teeth.

Obviously, even the calming potions couldn't suppress his anger.

If Blake hadn't suddenly barged in.

Nor will his elixir of joy fail to brew.

There is no need to use calming potions as a substitute now.

This effect is quite different.

It's not as good as the joy potion.

"Don't interrupt, tell me quickly, about my daughter...

Snape stared closely at Blake.

Although he didn't know what exactly the daughter Blake was talking about was.

But...he felt like Blake wasn't joking!

Blake ignored the anxious Snape.

I don’t know where he took out a bottle of milk tea.

Then, like Snape, he opened the lid and took a sip.

"It's really embarrassing without a straw..."

Seeing this scene, Snape had to take several sips of the calming potion to calm down the fire.

So that I can be as calm as possible.

Seeing that Snape drank the potion in time and didn't hit the treasure chest, Blake made a cut.

Then he said slowly: "Have you ever heard of biotechnology?"

"What is biotechnology?" Snape asked with a frown, "It sounds like a Muggle word.

"How can Muggles and wizards differentiate between Muggles and wizards in this kind of thing..." Blake glanced at Snape, his eyes full of meaning.

"Have you never thought that sometimes the skills of wizards and Muggles can be combined?"

Snape was silent.

Blake continued: "Biotechnology...even if you put aside Muggle research, we wizards have been doing research in this area a long time ago."

Snape looked at Blake and seemed to understand what Blake meant.

"For example, the basilisk you saw in the secret room was a hidden monster accidentally produced by the experiment, and the eight-eyed ear spider was specially bred to guard the treasure..."

"These creatures do not exist in nature. They are man-made species..."

"That's enough!" Snape interrupted Blake, "I know what you're talking about..."

"But...no!"

"Such experiments...are used to breed monsters!"

Snape interrupted Blake angrily, but Blake was unusually lifeless this time.

"Not necessarily... Professor Snape..." Blake said calmly.

"Why not? Look at the examples you gave, the Basilisk, the Acromantula, the Hidden Monster... which one is not a monster?"

"If it was just this kind of biotechnology, I think Hagrid might be more interested."

After Snape finished speaking, he stood up and left.

18.2......

"Professor Snape, what are you anxious about? I haven't finished giving examples yet.

Blake stood up and approached Snape.

"I was going to give you an example of someone who wasn't a monster."

"What is it?" Snape asked with a frown.

Blake raised his finger and pointed at himself, "Oh."

"you?"

"Yes... Didn't Professor Dumbledore reveal to you how I came to be?"

Snape looked at Blake in front of him, and his eyes suddenly widened.

After fighting with Blake for so long, he had forgotten Blake's true origin...

A life from the laboratory...

An artificial life form with the blood of Dumbledore and Grindelwald...

Since Grindelwald was successful back then, can he be successful now...?

It has to be said that Snape is already excited.

However, he still said arrogantly, "Who says you are not a monster? You are just an out-and-out little monster...

Blake smiled and spread his hands, "Oh? Then I can take your words as a compliment. Professor Snape..."

"So...do you want a...little monster daughter?"

Snape was silent.

He already understood exactly what Blake meant.

That is to use biotechnology, just like when Blake was created.

Give yourself a daughter.

If anyone said that, Snape would scoff.

But Blake…

Although he had some friction with Blake.

But he also had to admit that Blake's monster described his talent and achievements!

Maybe, he really can succeed!

Blake's words were asking himself whether he wanted a daughter with the same terrifying talent as him.

How could you not want this...?

So what if this daughter has no talent?

twenty one.....

but..……….

Snape's eyes were very bright at this time, full of hope!

"Is it possible to let

"No way, Professor Snape!"

Blake interrupted Snape directly.

Obviously, Snape wanted to get it right in one step and directly use biotechnology to resurrect Lily...

But...this is impossible...

Even if you follow Snape's idea and use biotechnology to do experiments.

The most that can be done is to clone Lily's body.

It is uncertain whether the cloned body can give birth to intelligence.

Even if Lingzhi is born, this Lily is not the real Lily.

She is just a similar flower...

One has the same blood as Lily and looks exactly the same, another life.

The light in Snape's eyes immediately dimmed.

He took several sips of the potion.

Soon, he cheered up again.

"Then... what is your success rate? How can you guarantee that the life you cultivate has a soul?"

"There may not be those that are manufactured, but there must be those that are cultivated." Blake said with certainty.

I don’t know what those people under Grindelwald were thinking at the time.

They did not choose to grow life slowly.

Instead, he directly created a baby's body in a hurry.

Therefore, he had no soul at all, just a body.

It was therefore considered a failed experiment.

It just happened that he was bumped into by Blake who traveled through time.

Then, this created living body has a soul.

This in itself is a miracle.

But the cultivation techniques are different.

This is not to directly create a body, but to grow life from an embryo in a biological petri dish.

Cultivating life and creating a physical body are two completely different concepts.

"It seems that you have mastered this technique?" Snape looked at Blake suspiciously.

Blake spread his hands, "Of course! I have experienced the sneaky and shameless night activities you mentioned... I have mastered a lot of things..."

"I know my own origins, so...how can I not have any doubts about my own existence?"

"With all due respect, the things taught at Hogwarts are too simple for me."

"If I don't find something to study, I feel like I'm wasting my time."

Snape was silent for a while, then asked, "Why are you doing this for me?"

"What do you want to get?"

I want to get a supreme treasure chest from you......

Of course, you couldn't say this, and Snape wouldn't understand it if you did.

Blake replied: "This is an experiment, Severus. If it succeeds, you will have a good daughter, and you will not die alone for the rest of your life."

"And I will also get very important experimental data. This will allow me to perfect my technology."

"We all have a bright future..."

"Of course, even if it fails, it doesn't matter. It's just a loss of some gold galleons..."

"To be honest, making money plus

Isn’t Long just used for these things?”

Snape's breathing became heavier.

He admitted that he had been persuaded by Blake.

He had to take another two sips of the calming potion to stabilize his mood.

"Then what do you need me to do?" Snape asked.

Blake reached out towards him.

"What?" Snape asked confused.

"Do you have anything of Lily's? Like hair or something?"

"I...I didn't..." Snape hesitated.

"Really? That would be a bit troublesome. In that case, I would have to go find Harry and get some hair or blood on him.

"However, this will be a little more complicated..."

"Because Harry has the blood of the Potter family, the child he cultivates may have the blood of the Potter family and Lily's family...

"Brush!" Snape immediately handed over a small package, "I have it!"

"Never have anything to do with the Potters again!" Snape said through gritted teeth.

Blake looked at the small strand of red hair peeking out of the small package.

I called him a good guy in my heart, so I just asked, you, an old boy, do you really have one?

but......

"Hiss... Professor Snape, how come you have someone's wife's hair?".