Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Dumbledore looked at Dean Bohan.

He already wanted to ask Dean Bohan.

It's after the muscles develop.

Is it possible that the brain may be crushed by muscles or something...

Blake knew what Dumbledore was thinking when he saw the look in his eyes.

He said helplessly: "Professor...there is nothing wrong with my brain."

"I just wanted to test it..."

“Because I feel like I’m in great shape right now.”

"So, I wanted to test the strength of my body."

Dumbledore said seriously, "You're going to get hurt."

Don't think that because Blake's body has been strengthened thirty times, he won't be injured.

You know, he is Albus Dumbledore!

In his view, this kind of testing is really unnecessary.

Moreover, it is difficult to grasp the intensity.

If you use too much force, you might injure Blake.

If the force is too small, nothing may be tested.

"It's okay, isn't there the most powerful therapist in Europe by your side?"

Blake looked at Dean Bohan, his mouth was as sweet as drinking honey.

"No!" Dean Bohan objected directly.

Because this kind of experiment is really unnecessary!

If the test shows that Blake's body can resist the curse, will he really use his body to resist in future battles?

Of course not! Even if you know your body can resist, you can hide whenever you can!

So why are you testing your body's ability to resist spells?

Moreover, if you can't find someone to test well, you have to find Dumbledore...

Dumbledore also said: "Even if your body can resist, I can't attack you, Blake...

"You can't bear to let an almost lonely old man raise his wand to attack his few remaining relatives. 11

"That's really cruel."

"Um..." Blake's excitement, which was getting stronger after his body was strengthened, slowly calmed down.

Indeed, he is one of the few relatives Dumbledore has in this world.

Plus having a criminal record like Ariana.

It's even less likely that Dumbledore would raise his wand to his own relatives!

"Sorry...Professor, I was just a little too excited. I didn't take your feelings into consideration."

"It doesn't matter, Blake." Dumbledore said, "If it were me when I was younger, I might be more excited than you."

"Crunch!"

The door to the principal's office was opened again.

Snape walked in again.

He was holding a bottle of nutritional potion with a clearer color in his hand.

Dean Bohan just took one look and saw that this was a bottle of nutritional potion with the highest quality and concentration!

"Oh...Severus, you are still so fast!"

Blake took the nutritional potion in his hand, first looked at the color, then opened the lid and smelled it.

He nodded with satisfaction.

"Severus, you are truly one of the most outstanding potion masters! You can actually brew such a high-quality potion so quickly!"

Snape felt this sentence was harsh.

Because the formula of this potion was temporarily improved by the guy in front of me after taking a few sips of the potion...

Therefore, for him to say to his face that he was the most outstanding potion master was almost ironic in his opinion.

Besides, does Madoka think she is a child?

Can a few words of praise save you gold Galleons?

"Hmph! The material fee plus the crafting fee is 700 gold galleons in total! I don't charge you the crafting fee, I only charge you the material fee, so just give me 500 gold galleons.

Snape said, extending his right tail towards Blake.

Snape, who was usually precious with his words, never minded saying a few words when asking for money.

"Oh...talking about money hurts feelings." Blake took Snape's open hand back and held it back for him.

Dean Bohan looked on with horror.

Fortunately... it seemed that Blake had indeed gained strength, and at least Snape's hand was not shattered.

Snape had no idea that his hand had just been on the verge of shattering.

Perseveringly, he stretched out again.

"Don't, it hurts money to have a relationship?" Snape sneered.

"Okay! Severus, are you so disrespectful?" Blake was also angry.

"Okay, okay, since you want to talk about money, then... I will settle the score with you again!"

"Dean Bohan, tell me, how much galleons is it worth to brew a potion formula of this quality?"

Blake handed the potion bottle in his hand to Dean Bohan.

Dean Bohan took the potion bottle and inspected it very professionally.

"Oh...a nutritional potion formula with this concentration and quality is priceless to us therapists!"

Dean Bohan looked at the nutritional potion in his hand and marveled.

At this concentration, there are no impurities at all!

At this critical moment, how many people can this bottle save?

"Dean, if I want to sell this formula to St. Mungo's, how many galleons can you offer?"

"Really?!" Dean Bohan almost jumped with excitement.

If I could sell such a magic potion formula to myself...

He pondered for a while, and then said bitterly: "St. Mungo's public accounts cannot be touched... I can only contribute 50,000 gold galleons personally... If it is not enough, I have to give up." .

St. Mungo's public account (cjcj) is of great use, and he has no intention of using it.

Therefore, he prefers to use his own money to purchase new potion formulas.

However, he could only spend 50,000 gold galleons...

Over the years, he has also understood that it is useless to hold too much money.

As a result, he spent most of his salary on St. Mungo's.

Therefore, Dean Bohan actually does not have much savings.

Dumbledore praised: "You are truly the greatest healer I have ever seen, Nebohan."

Blake also admires Dean Bohan.

He has never seen anyone use their own money to buy things for public use.

"Dean, I just asked how much this formula is worth. I didn't say I wanted to sell it to you."

"Huh?" Dean Bohan was extremely disappointed. He thought that his bid was low, so Blake was unwilling to sell.

However, he can only take out so much...

Blake saw Dean Bohan's expression and knew he had misunderstood.

"Dean, what I mean is that I will not sell this formula to St. Mungo's, but will give this formula to St. Mungo's for free.

Blake understands deeply that things that cost nothing are the most expensive.

If you collect the money yourself, then it's a deal.

After completion, the money and goods will be cleared.

But if you don’t accept the money, what you get in exchange is a huge favor from St. Mungo’s!

And all he had to pay was just a recipe that he spent a few minutes improving.

That's quite a deal.

"Ah?! Is this...is this...a bit inappropriate...?"

Dean Bohan was so excited that he could hardly speak clearly.

A magic potion formula worth more than 50,000 gold galleons was given away for free?!

This is pie in the sky!

Don’t think that magic potions like nutritional potions don’t make money.

In fact, every patient who has just recovered from a serious illness needs this nutritional potion that is easy to absorb!

The price of this magic potion is not cheap either.

Moreover, because he was afraid that these patients would get the wrong dose, St. Bago only dared to sell patients the diluted version.

After all, not everyone can drink nutritional potions like boiled water like Blake.

Therefore, a bottle of normal nutritional potion can be diluted into ten bottles and sold.

And Blake's improved nutritional potion this time can be diluted even more!

Of course, this is because Dean Bohan does not know about this improved formula, and the materials consumed have become less.

Otherwise, he would have to force money on Blake!

Such a huge wealth was given to him for free, and he really felt uneasy with it...

Blake looked at Snape who turned pale.

Then he smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Severus, you just heard that my formula is worth at least fifty thousand gold galleons. I won't increase the price for you. I'll just charge you five gold galleons!"

"Look, I broke your bone! Otherwise, it could be sold for a hundred thousand gold galleons!"

Snape just felt a pain in his balls...

What's the deal with this little ancestor if I have nothing to do...

As a result, the other party calculated the accounts once and considered itself bankrupt.

"I...I don't buy the formula."

Snape quickly threw the parchment with the recipe back to Blake.

Snape's lips were now a little white.

Blake took the parchment and handed it to Dean Bohan.

"That won't work, you already remember the recipe! You can brew it secretly anytime you want.

"Then wouldn't I have suffered a big loss?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the system began to broadcast frantically.

Obviously, this incident made Snape very angry.

Of course, Blake wasn't embarrassed at all.

Who just asked for a settlement?

Snape looked at Dumbledore.

Your son is blackmailing me! Do you care?!

Dumbledore was looking at the Elder Wand in his hand.

It was as if a flower suddenly grew on his elder wand.

Snape's anger rose at the sight.

Okay! I did all the dirty work for you Dumbledore, and you did this to me!

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed by Snape's glare.

He had no choice but to stand up and vouch for Snape.

"Ahem, Blake, otherwise, let's forget it."

"I trust Severus will not reveal your formula."

"I believe in his character."

Dumbledore sighed secretly in his heart, Severus, who asked you to settle accounts with him?

Didn't you ask for this?

"Okay...after all, I also believe in Severus' character!"

Of course Blake wouldn't really blackmail Snape.

Earn a treasure chest and stop.

This is the path to sustainable development.

Snape rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky.

Then do I still have to thank you both?

"Excuse me." Snape turned and ran away.

He felt that if he didn't run away, even his underwear would be stolen by this young man!

"clang!"

Dormitory bed.

Blake, who was lying on the bed, looked at the twisted dagger in his hand with a look of shock on his face.

Yes, he just made up his mind and stabbed himself with a dagger.

...

He just felt his skin itching, and then the dagger became twisted.

Blake did know that his physical body had been strengthened.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of letting Dumbledore blow himself up with a curse.

But now it seems that the intensity is greater than I imagined!

Under his own huge strength, the power of the knife just now was not much worse than the power of being hit by a bullet!

From this point of view, my physical defense is already very strong.

I don’t know how my body’s defense against the curse is...

Dumbledore didn't agree to test it for him.

Then find Cassandra tomorrow.

This girl is cruel and can do anything to herself...

Hermione let it go.

Blake threw the dagger back into the system warehouse.

I turned over, pulled the quilt, and went to sleep.

Early the next morning.

Blake woke up without waiting for Dabao to urge him.

This body is now so strong that it only needs a few hours of rest to feel full of energy.

And, to Blake's delight.

He found that his appetite returned to normal today.

It’s completely different from the starving state like yesterday when I almost ate the entire table!

In other words, yesterday was indeed just a side effect of the sudden evolution of the body.

To this end, Blake plans to prepare a large number of improved nutritional potions for backup...

It would be best to improve the potion into small pills.

Blake is now used to turning those bottles of potions into small pills.

Compared with these liquid potions, small pills have great advantages.

Small pills not only allow better dosage control than potions, but are also more convenient to carry.

The most important thing is that the potion is too easy to drink...

Last night, after he recovered.

The belly full of potion made it feel like a water vat when I walked...

After Blake finished breakfast, he immediately took Cassandra away from the Slytherin table.

The new Slytherin wizards were shocked.

This Hufflepuff senior actually took away a beautiful Slytherin senior from the Slytherin table!

And, the most important thing is that all the seniors in Slytherin are all looking at the nose and the heart...

Don't even dare to look at that Hufflepuff senior!

After all, a first-year student asked this question.

However, a senior Malfoy, who did not want to be named, told them in a serious tone.

"Don't mess with that Hufflepuff named Blake. Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk..."

His words immediately stunned the freshmen.

No! When did we Slytherins become so cowardly?

Where is our Slytherin glory!?

Also, isn't Hufflepuff a bunch of trash?

Room of Requirement.

Cassandra licked her lips and said excitedly: "You really want me to hit you?"

"Yes, use your strongest spell to hit me!" Blake took off the school uniform robe that the levitating cloak transformed into.

To test the strength of the body, the armor must be taken off first.

"Then I'm coming!" Cassandra said excitedly.

"Come on." Blake was speechless.

Cassandra is so excited to beat herself up?

Huh! This bitch is so cruel! Unlike Hermione, baby, she only feels sorry for giegi...

"boom!"

Blake's new improved weather spell.

The wand was violently ripped out of Cassandra's hand!

Blake turned a little pale. I haven’t even called start yet! Besides, this is just an experiment!

Shouldn't we start with spells with lighter attacks? Raising your hand is the ultimate move, right?

"boom!"

A huge bolt of lightning struck Blake's bare chest hard. Blake just felt numb all over. There was no discomfort at all!

Blake is very happy. It's not like I haven't been beaten by Cassandra's weather spell before.

At that time, Cassandra's spell had not been improved, but it still caused him terrible pain. But now, Cassandra's more powerful spell can't harm herself at all!

Blake endured it silently for a while, and then he roughly knew the limits of his body.

He waved his hand towards Cassandra, indicating that it was over.

Kassandra put away her wand.

She said slightly excitedly: "Blake! Why are you so resistant to being beaten?!"

"Do you still need me to test?"

Saw Kassandra eager to try. Blake's face was a bit dark.

"Well...no need."

"Oh..." Cassandra looked disappointed.

"You enjoyed hitting me, didn't you?"

"No...No!" Kassandra suddenly felt bad.

When he wanted to sneak away, he realized that his hand was held by Blake.

I can't break free at all...

"You...you...but you asked me to hit you!"

"But, I didn't ask you to play so happily." Blake looked at Cassandra with a smile.

Cassandra looked panicked.

Seeing Blake getting closer to him.

Cassandra said in a panic: "You...what are you going to do..."

Blake grinned and said: "It's nothing, I just feel a little angry now..."

Cassandra:…………