Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"Is there a possibility... that you don't actually have to be like a little bird?"

"As long as you are a good person, you don't need wings."

Cassandra said through gritted teeth.

And he especially made his voice louder on the words "when a person".

Blake wanted everything, and the thought of being inappropriate made her furious.

"Ah? Don't you want to be a little bird?"

"Well, be good, don't be a little bird, okay?

"Then I'll be an angel!"

"Ah? Angel?"

"Let me take a look. According to the legend, there seems to be an angel. What is his name? He has six wings, not twelve?"

"You! You seem to want ten...twelve? Ah!!! Blake! I will fight you!"

"Albus, Blake spent the whole day cumming on the first day of the new term!"

"Listen to him, is he doing something for you?"

As soon as Professor McGonagall entered the principal's office, he started asking questions.

"Oh... Of course, of course... Ahem, I said, yes, he is indeed doing something for me today."

Dumbledore responded to Professor McGonagall with a smile as he put the pile of cockroaches on the table back into the box.

Professor McGonagall looked at the beaming look on Dumbledore's face and frowned slightly.

"So you created an underage wizard to do something? Professor McGonagall asked.

"Well... this is not a dangerous thing, Minerva. It is a happy event, a great event for our entire Dumbledore family."

Dumbledore stood up, his face flushed with excitement.

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

In all these years, she had never seen Dumbledore so excited.

Even when the mysterious man disappeared and the wizarding world restored the long-lost peace, Dumbledore had never been so excited.

"Ahem, sorry, I'm just a little too excited and happy."

Dumbledore, realizing that he had lost his temper, said quickly.

Of course, you can't blame him for losing his temper.

Isn't it because of the death of his sister Ariana that he has been depressed for so many years?

And now, not only is Ariana not dead, she's back home!

Looks much healthier than him!

Moreover, even Aberforth, who had always been at odds with him, was now willing to forgive himself and move back home...

Family love that was out of reach in the past is now within reach!

..... Dumbledore is now a little worried that this is actually just a dream...

Maybe I just need to sneeze and wake up from the dream?

However, even if it is a dream......

This is also the most beautiful dream he has ever had in his life!

"What happened? You don't look excited, Albus.

Professor McGonagall said a little worriedly.

Although Dumbledore gives many people the impression that he is a bit crazy.

However, Professor McGonagall knew very well that he was not crazy at all.

However, it does seem like he is a little crazy today...

"I can't reveal too much to you, Minerva."

Professor McGonagall was listening.

"My sister, you know, Ariana. She's back." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Coming back means..." Professor McGonagall was a little confused.

"She's back! She's not dead, she's never been dead." Dumbledore said excitedly.

Ariana is not dead. This matter is difficult to hide from others.

In fact, when Ariana moved back to Godric Valley openly, there was no need to hide this matter.

"Merlin... Albus, something is wrong with you today."

Professor McGonagall thought Dumbledore might actually have gone crazy today.

"Wait here, I'm going to call Pomona over now and show you."

"Oh...no...I'm not crazy, Minerva." Dumbledore quickly stopped Professor McGonagall and said.

"Hmm...crazy people will always say they are not crazy..."

Professor McGonagall sighed, "It seems that you have been under too much pressure over the years.

Dumbledore said helplessly: "What I said is true, Minerva."

"Back then...someone rescued her..."

"Sorry, I can't tell you the specific content..."

"For some reason, she has been unable to see us. Until today...she suddenly...came back like this."

"She has moved back to my home in Godric Valley, and by the way, Aberforth is also willing to move back."

"He forgave me, so do you understand why I am so happy?"

Professor McGonagall observed Dumbledore's expression carefully.

I found that there was no sign of madness on his face, so I reluctantly believed it.

"Okay... Even if what you said is true, Blake in this matter..."

Dumbledore knew that McGonagall wanted to ask Blake what he had done in this matter.

However, he couldn't say too much about this.

"He knows a very powerful teleportation magic, I told you this.

(acdd) "Then, I can't wait to get home today, so... I need his help."

Professor McGonagall asked suspiciously: "Then he spent a whole day using teleportation magic?"

"Um... Minerva, Ariana is this child's aunt, so..."

"He has to meet Ariana, then decorate Ariana's room, buy daily necessities and so on.

"It might take a little longer."

"Okay..." Professor McGonagall was reluctantly convinced.

"If what you said is true...then...this is indeed a good thing that should be celebrated."

Professor McGonagall was mainly worried that there was something wrong with Dumbledore's brain.

And now, it seems that this seemingly outrageous thing is actually true?

That was indeed a good thing, and Professor McGonagall understood why he was so excited.

"Congratulations, Albus." Professor McGonagall said.

"Thank you, Minerva. By the way, this weekend, I plan to hold a small party at my home in Godric Valley."

"Of course, those who are here are our closest people. I want to introduce Ariana to everyone at the banquet."

Dumbledore knew that Professor McGonagall was still a bit unconvinced.

Moreover, he knew that even if others knew it, it would be difficult to believe it.

Therefore, he planned to hold a small family dinner and introduce him to people he trusted.

Otherwise, they might really think that they and Aberforth were crazy.

"Then I will definitely go." Professor McGonagall nodded.

She has also been to the Pig's Head Bar and seen Ariana's oil paintings.

Whether it is Ariana or not, she will know when she goes to see it.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore worriedly, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Zeleva." Dumbledore suddenly stopped Professor McGonagall again.

"Anything else? Albus?"

"That's it...about Blake..."

Dumbledore looked past the half-moon eyes at Professor McGonagall.

"What's wrong with Blake?" Professor McGonagall asked confused.

"I want to say that from now on Blake...if he doesn't show up in class, you don't need to pay attention to him."

"Just tell me."

"By the way, tell other professors this too. From today on, if he misses any class, you don't need to worry about it. Just tell me."

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

Are you taking your spoiled child too far?!

Then wouldn't Blake be able to skip school at will?

"Can you tell me why this is?" Professor McGonagall asked calmly.

Dumbledore thought of his conversation with Ariana during the day.

Ariana said that the Blake she met at that time was so powerful that it was difficult to understand.

And the things I know are complex and sophisticated.

Even her Obscurus problem was solved by Blake using a method that she couldn't understand at all.

At that time, when she occasionally chatted with Blake, she learned from Blake.

These skills of his were all learned at Hogwarts.

Of course Dumbledore knew that it would be impossible for Hogwarts to teach Blake these skills.

In other words, these skills were all learned by Blake in his spare time at Hogwarts.

Although I don’t know where he learned it from...

However, it is better not to imprison him with classes that he no longer needs to take.

What if it delays the child's ability to learn skills and affects the results of time travel?

That's why Dumbledore thought of this.

As for why I asked the professors to tell me when Blake was absent from class.

It was also because Dumbledore wanted to know as quickly as possible when he would start time travel.

If one day, a professor said that Blake was absent from class again, then the entire Hogwarts would be unable to find him.

That means Blake might be leaving...

Dumbledore came back from his memories and looked at Professor McGonagall who was looking puzzled.

Alas... Minerva, this child... has a certain mission. "

"Some things must be done by him."

"After all...have you ever seen any other little wizard as special as him?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall also remembered Blake's defiance.

In the end, I couldn't help but nodded.

"You can't tell me what the specific mission is, right?"

"Um...sorry, Minerva."

Professor McGonagall nodded: "I understand. Don't worry, Albus... If you can't tell me, I won't ask any more questions."

"I'm going to tell the other professors... By the way, it's a bit difficult to explain directly. I'll just say it. It's you who dotes on your children and indulges them. You don't mind, right?"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I don't mind...well, from today on, I will become a doting principal."

"There is no other way. You can't just tell someone when you meet him that [Blair has a special mission...especially when you still have a lot of things hidden that are difficult to say." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"You're right, Minerva... By the way, you don't have to tell Blake about this. If he comes to class, just come. If he doesn't come, forget it. Just let nature take its course.

"Well, I understand. Actually, Blake's ability doesn't matter whether he comes to class or not."

After Professor McGonagall left the principal's office, he walked directly to the staff lounge.

Soon, the staff lounge arrived.

She brewed her emotions for a moment, and then vigorously pushed open the door to the lounge.

"It's outrageous! Albus actually indulges Blake like this!"

Professor McGonagall's roar echoed through the common room.

"Minerva, what's going on?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"Well, today Blake missed school all day, so I went to find Dumbledore...and then he told me

I said, if Blake misses school from now on, we just need to tell him! Not to mention the punishment of solitary confinement, not even points will be deducted! This... This is simply over-indulging a child.

Room of Requirement.

Cassandra sat on the chair panting, her body as soft as a pile of mud.

Blake wiped his hands with a handkerchief and asked with a smile: "Are you satisfied? Do you still want to fight with me?"

But Cassandra didn't even have the energy to answer.

Of course, no one has ever lasted more than an hour with Blake's powerful love horse killing chicken skill.

Blake took out a bottle of potion and fed it to Cassandra to drink.

Half a minute later, Cassandra finally regained her composure.

"You...you are so bad!"

"But...I like it so much..."

Blake asked with a smile: "What about my twelve-winged angel..."

Before Blake could speak, Cassandra was already wrapped around him like a snake.

"You...why do you still want to fight?" Blake asked warily.

"You just want to be a twenty-four-winged angel and I don't care about you...I...what you did to me just now...can you...do it again?" "

Just like Nagini, Blake's massage skills also made Kassandra a bit addicted.

Blake lifted Cassandra's chin and said softly: "Not now. I have other things to do.

"What else do you have to do?" Cassandra gasped and said feebly.

"Of course, I have to catch someone. In fact, I went to the kitchen just now to find him."

"I didn't expect you to fight with me. In order not to scare those poor house elves, I had to teleport you directly to the Room of Requirement."

Cassandra took a deep breath and stood up hard.

"I'll go with you too. I want to be more involved in your affairs.

"Okay, you... tidy up a little, and then come with me."

Blake looked at Cassandra and said.

Kassandra blushed and tugged at her messy skirt.

Then I took out my beloved small mirror from the small bag and started to arrange my makeup.

Blake on the other side was not idle either. He opened his Eyes of Truth and scanned the entire castle.

After a while.

"Okay." Cassandra's voice came from behind.

With the help of amazing magic.

Cassandra quickly tidied herself up and was no longer in the same mess as before.

"Then let's go." Blake opened the dimensional door and stepped directly in!

Cassandra looked at Blake's back, a look of excitement flashed across her face.

Then he followed him into the dimensional door...

After Cassandra got used to the suddenly darkening light in front of her eyes.

Only then did he realize that his destination turned out to be a dark place.

"Fluorescence."

Blake chanted a curse softly.

A brighter and brighter light appeared on the tip of his wand!

Blake stretched out his finger and flicked the tip of the staff.

Immediately afterwards, the light from the tip of the wand bounced up to the ceiling.

The light spots are getting brighter and brighter......

The surrounding scene gradually became brighter under this light.

It was only then that Cassandra was surprised to discover that this destination was actually a secret passage!

And in the middle of the secret passage, there was a trembling hairless rat!