Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

As Blake's druidic magic seeps in.

The mass of flesh and blood creatures began to tremble.

Blake even without using the Eye of Truth.

You can also clearly feel its fear.

I have to say, this thing is actually quite smart.

Pretending to be unchanged, but showing a trace of vitality.

Nothing changes to prevent yourself from being exposed.

Showing a trace of life is to prevent others from thinking that they are dead.

Any other researcher who saw this situation would temporarily put aside their observations.

This observation gave it time to grow.

Then when it is fully developed, you can directly rebel.

But, unfortunately...

Blake is not another researcher.

This guy is an old man.

We have always adhered to the purpose of killing you while you are sick.

When fighting, there are as few Bibis as possible.

If you can last up the damage, you will never be lazy.

Therefore, this creature never expected that Blake, the old man, would choose this time to attack him.

Even if this thing is an alien in the future.

It's not fully developed yet.

It's just a lump of ordinary flesh and blood.

There is no way to resist the brainwashing erosion of Blake's druid magic.

"Ding.....……"

In my mind, the system made a clear beep.

Then a new entry appeared in the system panel.

However, this entry shows "unknown creature"

Then the attributes below are also full of question marks.

Blake touched his chin and slapped the strange creature that had now regained its composure with interest.

Once subdued, the creature no longer fears Blake.

"Show me your true face..."

The piece of flesh obviously understood Blake's words.

Afterwards, this lump of flesh and blood was like a blooming flower bud.

Suddenly it bloomed!

In the clear culture fluid, what originally looked like a lump of meat.

In an instant, it turned into something like a jellyfish.

The translucent flocculent body filled the entire petri dish, exuding a crystal-white light.

Blake observed its fluffy body carefully.

Soon, many clear connections were discovered.

It's just like.....

A developing egg.

Only then did Blake understand.

This creature that fully reveals itself is actually an egg!

However, this egg has no shell

In other words, the petri dish is its eggshell!

Blake looked at the creature's flocculated core.

Then he put his hand on the glass of the petri dish and whispered:

"Grow up well, little darling. Then let me see what you will look like..."

The creature inside seemed to be able to understand. Its flocculent body came together like a hand, and faced Blake's palm through the glass...

Morning, school auditorium.

Blake, who had been missing for several days, suddenly appeared on Hufflepuff's long table.

When everyone found him, he was drinking cereal.

Faced with other students' inquiries about his whereabouts these days.

Blake just smiled and replied that he was asking for leave to do some things.

As for being chased down three corridors by Snape yesterday...

Well, this is Professor Snape as the new advisor.

A little test for him as the president of the Duel Club.

Although everyone was deeply suspicious of his words, but...

Do you guys dare to ask Snape?

As Blake was about to leave, he happened to see Lockhart walking into the auditorium.

Much to Blake's surprise.

Lockhart is as radiant as ever.

It was as if the words she said to him that day had never been said.

He greeted Blake warmly, then headed to the teacher's seat to eat his breakfast.

Blake expressed confusion.

Could it be that this guy used the Forgetting Curse on himself?

The biggest secret has been taken care of by myself, and the house will collapse at any time.

At this time, this guy actually still has the heart to have breakfast?

Moreover, he doesn’t look worried at all?

This reaction is a bit unscientific...

You know, Blake was a little worried that this guy would just run away.

It didn't take long for Blake to figure out what was going on.

Because he had just left the auditorium not long ago.

An unknown girl came up and handed him a roll of parchment.

After the girl handed over the parchment, she left with a blushing face.

This made Hermione stare at the scene.

Even Blake himself thought it was the girl's love letter to him.

When he opened it with some anticipation, his face suddenly fell.

Good guy, I thought it was a love letter, but it turned out to be a plan sent to me by Lockhart...

Well, this is the plan for how to make Blake famous...

Clearly, Lockhart was convinced of his suspicions.

He thinks Blake doesn't expose him and threatens him with his secret.

The purpose is just to make full use of your own strengths and operate well so that Blake can become famous!

Blake curled his lips and was disappointed when he saw it wasn't a love letter...

But... Having said that, Lockhart's plan really has something to offer.

If it were to be implemented, Blake might really become famous.

But...Blake doesn't need it.

Any of his research results will be published and he will gain fame.

It's much more than what Lockhart could get from his hard work.

Blake wanted to throw away the parchment in his hand.

But I also feel bad about being seen by others.

So, he rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his robe.

Then he noticed Hermione's annoyed look.

He immediately understood what was going on.

She originally suspected that it was a love letter, but in a blink of an eye, she saw Blake rolled it up and hid it in his pocket.

"Ahem...it's not what you think, why don't you take a look?"

Blake reached into his robes to pull out the parchment.

"Who wants to see these things of yours...I'm not interested!"

Hermione stormed away holding the book in her arms.

This bastard is so hateful! Even if he accepts love letters, he still wants to show off to himself!

"Eh? No, why are you angry!"

I have to say that at certain times, girls' brain circuits are always very weird...

In the auditorium.

The girl was telling Lockhart what happened just now.

"You mean, Blake read the contents on the parchment and put it away?"

"Well...he rolled it up and put it in his pocket." The girl said with a blushing face.

"Aha! That's great!" A big stone fell in Lockhart's heart.

He was still a little worried that his guess was wrong.

But now it seems...

Blake put away his plan with great care!

In other words, you made the right mistake!

Blake is indeed a person like himself, he also wants to be famous!

And now I want to use myself to become famous!

So, as long as he relies on himself to travel

In other words, as long as Blake follows the plan he wrote!

From then on, it is equivalent to being tied to yourself.

When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.

In that case, even if he catches his secret, he won't dare to reveal it when the time comes!

It’s stable! This wave is stable! The advantage is mine!

Aha! Lockhart! As expected of you! You are the best!

Lockhart happily took out his signature quill with peacock feathers.

He signed a big name to the girl in front of him in return.

Then I went to get ready for class.

Transfiguration class ended.

Students poured out of the classroom.

Hermione walked quickly.

Blake chased after him, "Hey, you misunderstood. That one in the morning was really not a love letter. It was a messy thing that Lockhart wrote to me."

"You...do love letters have anything to do with me?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Ah..." Blake had a look of disappointment on his face, "So, it has nothing to do with you. Okay, I understand... I was overthinking it."

Then Blake was slapped hard by Hermione with a water pad.

"You really...why do you like acting so much?"

The disappointed look on Blake's face immediately disappeared.

"Ha, I really can't hide it from you! It turns out that you already knew that it was not a love letter, and you were just ignoring me on purpose!"

"Actually, you're not angry anymore, are you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Blake again and continued walking.

"Huh? Why are you going?" Blake asked.

"Did you forget that we still have classes?" Hermione asked angrily.

"Really?" Blake took out his class schedule.

Then Hermione clearly saw Blake's class schedule.

Lockhart's classes were all crossed out by him.

"Oh...you mean Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Blake said with a look of surprise on his face.

"What's the point of his class? If you know, we are taking a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If you don't know, you might think we are from the drama club. I won't waste my time."

Lockhart has accidentally overturned his car since the last time he brought a cage of elves with him.

There is no such content in his class anymore.

Every time he had a class, he would ask students to go up, play the characters in his books, and then act out the plots in his books.

He used this method throughout the class, bragging about how heroic his actions were and how rich his experience was...

Blake felt that taking this kind of class was a waste of time.

Therefore, he simply chose to skip class.

Anyway, Lockhart didn't dare to catch him skipping class...

Of course, even with Lockhart's wisdom, it would be difficult to notice that there were only a few people missing from the class.

In fact, Hermione was also moved by Blake's statement.

B......

"We can't skip class, Blake..." Hermione said this with very little confidence.

"Then go ahead, I'm leaving." Blake turned and left.

"Where are you going?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing...it seems that Cassandra has died, so I can just discuss something with her."

Blake said, walking towards the Slytherin common room.

He wanted to talk to Cassandra about the ingredients for the potion.

Of course, Hermione had no idea that Blake really wanted to talk about things.

So, when she saw Blake heartlessly skipping class and looking for another girl in front of her, her teeth almost broke...

Discuss something with Cassandra?

I think you just want to play with Cassandra!

Blake's back is about to disappear

At the end of the corridor.

Hermione gritted her teeth and prepared to catch up.

It’s just skipping class!

"Miss Granger!"

Before Hermione even took a step forward, she stopped helplessly.

Professor McGonagall took out a piece of parchment and said, "If you are free in the library, can you help me check out these books? I can't leave.

"Uh... I'm sorry, Professor, I... I still have some things to do... I won't go to the library for the time being! I'm very sorry!"

Hermione said, turning around and running in the direction Blake left.

Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione's back in shock as she ran away.

However, when I saw Hermione running after Blake.

The serious expression on her face also softened a bit.

"Haha, it's great to be young..."

She sighed while still resisting the sun.

Then he grabbed Ronald who was the last to walk out of the classroom with great precision...

Wait until Professor McGonagall leaves.

Ronald was still holding the piece of parchment in a daze.

He glanced at Harry next to him, "Borrowing books? Didn't she ask Hermione to borrow books before? To be fair, when did you see me going to the library?"

Harry was silent for a while and asked hesitantly: "When copying Neville's homework?"

"Um, yes...huh? Wait! The Potions homework you copied for me is Neville's?

"What else? Do you think Hermione will copy your homework?"

"It's over...I'm dead..."

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