Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"A real gift? What does 'really' mean..."

Professor Kettleburn looked at Blake suspiciously.

He heard that there was an evil black magic.

You can attach other people's hands and feet to your own body...

Could it be said that Blake had this idea?

No one would be willing to cut off their own hands and feet and attach them to others!

Therefore, if Blake really wants to do this, he must attack...

That won't work!

Blake is such a talented student, we can't let him go astray!

Blake saw Professor Kettleburn's face change from smiling at the beginning to looking extremely ugly now.

He knew that the old man had misunderstood.

...

"I will not accept other people's hands and feet!"

"Merlin! How could you have such thoughts?"

Professor Kettleburn said bitterly: "If your mind is not right, then no matter how talented you are, what is the difference between you and the mysterious man?"

Blake showed a bright smile, "Professor, you are exactly what I thought, you are a good person.

"But... you have indeed misunderstood. I will not use black magic on my own people."

Professor Kettleburn asked in confusion: "Then what do you mean by giving me 'real' hands and feet?"

Blake put down the butterbeer and said with a smile: "Real hands and feet... In addition to what you just thought of, using black magic to transplant... there are ten other ways!"

"What?"

Blake stood up and said in a confident tone: "Of course, let them grow back!"

Professor Kettleburn looked at Blake in shock.

If anyone else said such a thing, Professor Kettleburn would take it as a joke.

But, this is what Blake said...

It reminds me that Blake invented a life-extending potion that became popular in the wizarding world at such a young age.

An emotion called hope suddenly arose in Professor Kettleburn's heart!

Then he contributed a silver treasure chest to Blake.

"Really? Could it be that...you invented another magic potion?"

Blake said: "I am indeed working on a potion... I'll tentatively name it 'curse removal and healing potion'

Professor Kettleburn's eyes lit up, "Removing the curse...947 means........."

He only had one arm and half a leg left.

It turns out that St. Mungo's can indeed help him grow his hands and feet back.

B......

His hands and feet were injured by those magical animals whose claws carried curses.

Therefore, his hands and feet could never recover.

The name of the potion Blake mentioned means to remove the curse.

Does this mean that if you drink this magic potion, you can grow back your missing limbs?!

"When you develop this magical medicine, I am willing to be the first to test it for you!"

Professor Kettleburn said excitedly.

Willing to give a potion master a try...

This means that he has a high degree of trust in this potion master!

Blake said emotionally: "Professor Kettleburn, thank you for your trust in me, but...I will not test the medicine on you. Moreover, what I want to say is not the unfinished potion. "

Professor Kettleburn asked in astonishment: "Isn't that the potion?"

When Blake said it would make his arms and legs grow back, he naturally thought of potions.

And Blake is indeed working on this potion.

But why does Blake say now that he relies on something other than the magic potion?

This made him a little confused.

Blake explained: "That magic potion will still need a period of experimentation before it can be officially released, but...this gift...I want to give it to you now.

"Now?!" Professor Kettleburn looked at Blake in shock.

He was prepared to wait for a while.

But Blake actually said now?

"You mean that now...today...my arms and legs will grow?"

"If you believe me...of course!" Blake said confidently.

"Of course I believe you! But...what are you going to do?" Professor Kettleburn asked in surprise.

"While researching potions, I happened to invent a magic spell...

Blake pulled out the exquisite wish-fulfilling wand.

If Blake had never made such a great achievement as a life-extending potion before.

Moreover, this magic potion has also passed public inspection.

Then Professor Kettleburn (bfeb) will definitely think that this little guy is a Lockhart II...

but now....….

Professor Kettleburn was willing to give Blake the benefit of the doubt.

After all, even if he fails, he has nothing to lose...

"Come on then. Essentially, it's the same if I try the potion or the spell for you!"

Professor Kettleburn made this decision.

On the one hand, it's trust in Blake.

On the other hand, there is the desire for the body to regain its health.

Moreover, he believed in Blake's character even more.

If he was not sure, he would not mention this matter to himself.

Blake, who has always been a good person, is not someone who would joke with himself about something like this.

Of course, Professor Kettleburn did not have all hope for the Blake curse.

He thought Blake had just invented this spell and hadn't tested it yet.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have told Blake that trying spells and potions on his own would be the same.

Blake was unaware of Professor Kettleburn's complex thoughts.

He took his wand and began to roll up his sleeves.

Thinking of the Acromantula from before, writhing in pain.

Blake said: "It might hurt a little bit...I think...you might need a little anesthesia, how about an anesthesia charm?"

"Anesthesia curse? Is there such a curse?" Professor Kettleburn asked in surprise.

"I didn't know if it existed before, but it must have existed now." Blake waved his wand.

A flash of blue light flashed.

Professor Kettleburn said in shock: "I can't feel my body anymore..."

His body can actually move, but...

All physical sensation is completely lost!

Professor Kettleburn pinched himself.

However, not to mention the pain, there was not even the slightest feeling of physical contact!

Blake wrote down the incantation for this new spell.

Then he said apologetically: "Sorry, Professor Kettleburn, I was negligent. In fact, I just need to block the pain temporarily..."

Professor Kettleburn said excitedly: "It doesn't matter! Blake! Come on! I have more confidence in you now!"

A narcotic spell that even an experienced wizard like him had never heard of.

Of course Blake invented it himself.

This is enough to prove that Blake also has extremely high attainments in magic.

So, of course he has more confidence in the limb rebirth spell that Blake mentioned before!

"Then I'll start!"

"bring it on!"

A bright blue light flashed.

Professor Kettleburn felt like a nudge on his chest.

Because the body has no feeling.

Therefore, he didn't know what had happened to his body.

Suddenly, he saw the prosthetic leg on his arm suddenly fell off.

The prosthetic limb tied to the leg was also shaking.

"Professor Kettleburn, quickly! Take off your prosthetic limbs!"

"Uh...okay!"

Because he has no feeling, Professor Kettleburn does not feel the hindrance of the prosthetic limb.

After hearing Blake's words, he quickly took off all the prosthetic limbs that he had forgotten to take off before.

At the moment when the prosthetic limb is taken off.

Professor Kettleburn could clearly see his severed limb.

The wound that had healed long ago turned out to be bulging!

It's like something is burrowing out from under the skin!

Professor Kettleburn quickly pulled up his clothes.

Then, under the excited and nervous gazes of the two people.

A new arm and two new legs magically grew out of the section!

"Ding! Extremely joyful emotion detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a diamond treasure chest!"

Blake exhaled softly.

After casually lifting the anesthetic spell on Professor Kettleburn.

Turning his hand, the wand turned in a beautiful pattern and put it back into his pocket.

"Magic...this is the truly magical magic..."

After Professor Kettleburn regained consciousness.

He stared blankly at his newly grown hands and feet, whose skin looked much whiter and tenderer than other parts of his body.

Blake understood why he was like this.

This feeling of regaining something lost...

He sat back on the chair, picked up his glass of butterbeer and took a sip.

Waiting quietly for Professor Kettleburn.

After a while...

"I never thought...my arms and two legs could grow back..."

"I never thought..."

Professor Kettleburn's tone was already choked with sobs.

Immediately afterwards, he began to walk in circles around the house.

From the beginning, you need to walk slowly while holding on to the wall, and then limp away from the wall.

At the end, he ran wildly around the house!

Wait until Blake quietly drinks the butterbeer in his cup.

Professor Kettleburn's hearty laughter has not stopped yet.

However, Blake found that Professor Kettleburn was out of breath.

After all, his age is there.

How can a person of this age run for so long without getting tired?

"Professor, I know you are very excited, but you should take a rest first.

"After all, you can run anytime you want from now on."

Professor Kettleburn was persuaded by Blake to sit down again.

"Thank you, and Lake

"You're welcome, if it were you, you would do the same thing."

Blake said modestly.

Professor Kettleburn held Blake's hand tightly and said:

"...The entire wizarding world will thank you for inventing this spell."

"With your magic spell, many people like me in the wizarding world can regain their health!"

"Blake...for the life-extending potion you used before, you should have been awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class.

"And now, you should get a first-level one!"

"Besides, those old guys from Sir Merlin owe you a grand award ceremony!"

Blake waved his hand, "Medal or award ceremony, etc., are not what I pursue.

"If I want to pursue this kind of thing, then they have to prepare a bunch of medals for me!"

"I study these things. On the one hand, it is my hobby. On the other hand, I think it is very meaningful if my hobby can do some good things for the world.

In fact, it is indeed almost

many.

The first or second level Sir Merlin Medal is, at best, just a tool for showing off to others and clearing treasure chests.

Brushing treasure chests can be said to be his biggest hobby...

If not because you want to farm treasure chests.

Blake doesn't think about being famous.

Because being too famous is not a good thing.

Professor Kettleburn didn't know all the twists and turns.

He deeply admired Blake's indifference to fame and fortune.

And I don’t doubt Blake’s words about using baskets to carry medals.

After all, Lake has already made such contributions at his age.

What about when he lives to be Dumbledore's age?

He felt that using a basket to carry medals was a polite word.

“Don’t pursue fame and fortune, but only want to contribute to the world...

"You really... I want to say, I saw a younger version of Dumbledore..."

"It's really an honor to meet with your teachers and students."

As Professor Kettleburn finished his words of admiration.

"Ding! Joyful emotion detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!"

Hearing the system prompt, Blake's thoughts became more clear.

"Well...I suddenly feel a little hungry...No! I'm very hungry!"

Professor Kettleburn suddenly held his stomach and said loudly.

"Growing new limbs, of course."

"However, I have been prepared for it!"

Blake took out a large food box from his large pocket.

After opening the box, Professor Kettleburn was immediately attracted by the meat inside.

"Then I'm not welcome!"

"I have to eat quickly. After I finish eating, I have to go find Dumbledore to show off!"

"That's right. I have to tell him that no matter what, this time I have to give your new spell to win another first-class Order of Merlin medal!"

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