Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Sirius was happy now.

Because the Marauder's Map was originally before they graduated.

It was deliberately confiscated by the administrator.

In this way, they plan to leave the map to future generations.

Because there are only the same children as they were back then.

This map can be obtained from the administrator's office.

Moreover, there are only those who are as weird as they were back then.

Only then can you discover the true secret of the Marauder's Map.

Otherwise, even if you get the Marauder's Map, you will just get an ordinary worn-out parchment.

And now, Blake can get the Marauder's Map.

And you can also find yourself through the Marauder's Map.

Doesn't this just mean that the "career" that he and James deliberately left behind back then has been successfully inherited?

A test that was casually set up many years ago, and now someone actually passed it.

Sirius, now felt a sense of accomplishment that the prank had succeeded.

In addition, the Marauder's Map was still with Blake, who had saved him, which made him feel even more happy.

"Uh... No, I'm not, I don't. We are not the same people, thank you." Blake originally recognized the main company.

"Aha! I understand! I understand everything! I will keep your secret."

"After all, this map is a good thing, and we can't let the professors discover it.

Sirius had an expression on his face that I knew.

Thinking that Blake was pretty much the same as before.

Sirius felt a lot more friendly when he saw Blake.

"Okay, okay, do you have anything else? If not, I'll leave first.

Blake didn't want to continue talking to Sirius now.

It's dinner time now, how can I waste time here?

"Thank you for waking me up that day, Blake. And thank you for helping Harry.

Sirius expressed his sincere thanks again.

However, this time he seemed very sincere.

Even the system detected Sirius's emotions and opened a gold treasure chest for Blake.

Blake said: "There's no need to tell me thank you anymore. You owe me a favor. When I ask for a favor from you in the future, don't refuse."

"Of course!" Sirius said happily.

Most of the knot in his heart was gone, and part of Sirius's free and easy temper returned.

But Blake hopes this guy can be more mature and think more about the consequences of his actions.

Many of his previous bad consequences were caused by doing things without thinking about the consequences...

After dinner, Blake brought a roll of parchment to the library...

Although Blake is lazy, he even skips school sometimes.

But homework still needs to be written.

Although the professors actually don't care whether he handed in his homework or not.

The reason is very simple. The papers he writes are always innovative and extremely outstanding.

This resulted in that his homework could steadily earn him a gold-level or above treasure chest from the professors every time.

Since there is a reward, why not do it?

When Blake came to the library.

There aren't many seats left.

Anyone else would probably want to go back to the common room to do their homework at this moment.

But here at Blake, there is never such a thing as no seats.

When he showed up in the library.

Many little witches have begun to carefully collect their books.

Then a seat was vacated next to him...

After that, he glanced expectantly at Blake who was looking for a seat.

Blake glanced around the library and soon noticed the books piled high on a seat in the corner.

Blake could only barely see half of the furry little head behind him through the ridiculously tall books.

Obviously, Hermione's behavior has reached an outrageous level...

He didn't really want to join in the fun.

But in a blink of an eye, he saw a pair of big emerald green eyes on the other side.

The owner of these eyes was looking at Blake with a warning look.

It's like saying, do you dare to sit down over there and try?!

Noticed the warning in Cassandra's eyes.

Blake smiled slightly, turned around and sat next to Hermione.

My main character, Blake, is a rebel!

I didn't want to sit here, but if you glare at me, I have to sit here.

Cassandra was so angry that she stamped her feet.

But after seeing the sharp look Mrs. Pingsi cast over her.

Cassandra had no choice but to hold her legs.

After all, she didn't want to be kicked out of the library by Mrs. Pince with a feather duster.

That's not elegant at all!

Meanwhile, Blake sat next to Hermione.

There was a slight sigh in the library at the same time.

Those little witches looked at the figure behind the stack of books with indignant eyes...

Hermione was completely unaware of the looks on her.

Because she is really busy now...

However, even if she really noticed these looks, she wouldn't care too much.

She doesn’t have many friends anyway…

Hermione soon felt someone else beside her.

She turned around and glanced, only to realize it was Blake.

However, Blake seemed to have no intention of talking to her.

He directly cut a piece of parchment, then took out the pen given by Hermione and started writing furiously.

What Blake was writing was a Potions paper assigned by Snape.

Hermione glanced at Blake's desktop.

There was only a piece of parchment spread out on his desk.

no reference books

But when he wrote the paper, he didn't show any lag.

You can write papers smoothly without bringing any books to read.

Hermione has only met Blake...

She discovered very early that Blake did not write his thesis without borrowing ideas from other books.

It was because he seemed to have memorized all the books he had read.

When writing a paper, he didn't need to turn over the books at all, and then he could write in detail the titles and authors of the books he borrowed from.

Draw on the page number and paragraph where the idea appears...

It was as if there was a library hidden in his mind.

Hermione looked at the beautiful handwriting on Blake's parchment, and the paper that she couldn't find fault with at all.

Eyes shining with admiration

Growing up, everyone said she was a top student, but compared to Blake, who could she be?

As Blake was writing, the system suddenly started to broadcast.

He turned his head in surprise, just in time to see Hermione looking at him blankly.

Hermione suddenly caught Blake's gaze.

He was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and buried his face in the books in front of him.

Blake noticed that the tips of her ears turned red...

Seeing Hermione like this, he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

However, he also knew that Hermione was thin-skinned, so he wanted to avoid disturbing Mrs. Pince.

He didn't go to talk to her at this time.

Instead, he turned around and continued to finish his thesis.

Hermione was buried in her book, not daring to look at Blake.

She thought Blake was going to make fun of her again.

But after waiting for a long time, I didn't hear Blake speak.

All she heard was the rustle of the pen tip sliding across the parchment.

Hermione blushed and glanced furtively at Blake.

Seeing that he was starting to write the paper again, "Hermione was relieved.

Hermione pushed her hair around her ears, wanting to say something to ease her embarrassment.

But when she glanced at the watch on her desk.

His little face suddenly turned pale.

I shamefully wasted five minutes! A full five minutes!

It's all Blake's fault...

Hermione quickly gathered her scattered thoughts and continued to focus on the sea of ​​books in front of her...

Time passes minute by minute.

When Hermione finally completed one-third of her tasks tonight, she was ready to take a two-minute rest.

She found that Blake next to her had already finished her job.

On his desk were several pieces of parchment covered with writing.

The pen was placed directly above the papers.

Next to the paper, there is a water bottle.

Obviously, he has completed homework papers for several subjects.

At this time, Blake was holding a copy of "The Quibbler" and reading it with relish.

Blake caught Hermione's gaze.

He turned his head and whispered, "Are you done?"

Hermione shook her head. She couldn't help but wrinkle her face when she thought about how much homework she had to do later.

She looked at the Quibbler in Blake's hand.

"Are you...waiting for me?" Hermione whispered.

Blake nodded: "I see that you still seem to have a lot of homework to finish... Do you need help?"

"No... I can only learn by completing my homework on my own." Hermione rubbed her tired brows tiredly.

Then she took out the small bottle Blake gave her, poured out a pill and drank it.

The next second, the fatigue on her face disappeared.

"I'm fine...and I'm not done yet, you...you don't have to wait for me.

Hermione glanced in Cassandra's direction.

"How about... why don't you find her..."

Cassandra hasn't left yet.

She seemed to notice Blake talking to Hermione.

So, take a peek from time to time.

"It's okay...I'm not in a hurry to leave." Blake shook his head.

"These days, you come and go in a hurry. It's hard for me to stay with you for a long time."

"On the contrary, I can spend more time with you when we are in the library at night. How could I be willing to leave?"

A blush spread across Hermione's cheeks.

This bad guy actually talks like this...

"You don't have to wait for me... I still have a lot to finish.

Hermione looked at the stack of books in front of her in distress.

She found that she seemed to have overestimated her abilities.

"But, the library is about to close now. You can't finish it before closing. Why don't you leave it until tomorrow.

"No...I'm not tired. Your medicine is very effective." Hermione shook her head.

"Sometimes we are tired, not only physically, but also mentally."

"If you are tired of learning, you will only get twice the result with half the effort. It is better to relax and relax."

Blake persuaded Hermione.

Hermione looked at her watch and saw that closing time was indeed approaching.

"I...I'll go to the common room to continue..."

"Come to the Room of Requirement. I'll make coffee and wait for you there."

Blake said, put away his papers, stood up and left.

Cassandra saw Blake leaving, glanced at Hermione, put away her things, and followed out.

Hermione watched as there were fewer and fewer people in the library.

She looked at the mountain of books in front of her again, her face full of haggardness.

"Is Granger crazy?" Cassandra caught up.

asked.

"She actually chose so many elective courses..."

"And how did she do it, take two classes at the same time?"

Elective courses are required in the third grade.

Unlike Blake, the slacker.

Hermione took all the electives.

However, because it is an elective course, some classes start at the same time.

From Cassandra's point of view, there was no way Hermione could be studying in two classrooms at the same time...

This is why Cassandra can't understand.

"She did something that needed to be kept secret from us, Cassandra," Blake said.

"What method?" Kassandra asked277. "Do you know something..."

Blake just smiled and shook his head without answering the question directly.

"You've been led astray by me, Cassandra.

"If you weren't slacking off with me, I think you would also have learned about this method from Professor McGonagall."

Cassandra was originally at odds with Hermione.

The results are also comparable.

If it weren't for the fact that Cassandra was ruined with Blake later.

With her grades and unwillingness to admit defeat, she would definitely ask Professor McGonagall for advice on how to choose all elective courses.

"Hmph...just don't tell me." Cassandra was unhappy.

"Today, Professor Rocher from Nurmengard sent some very good quality coffee beans. Do you want to try them?" Blake asked.

"Okay!" Cassandra immediately became happy again.

Room of Requirement.

Blake is grinding coffee beans in front of the cabin.

Cassandra was boiling water on the side.

She looked at Blake's awkward movements and couldn't help but take over, "I'll do it.

So, Blake naturally sat on a comfortable chair on the side.

Looking at the starry sky in the Room of Requirement, he waited for Cassandra to make him coffee.

Well, days like this are pretty good, Blake thought.

Sparks flickered.

The dimensional door opens.

Hermione walked over carrying the small schoolbag Blake gave her.

"You're here." Blake happily pulled out a chair for her.

Cassandra was making coffee and wrinkled her nose when she saw Hermione.

Huh, what a coincidence!

Blake looked at Cassandra.

Cassandra glared back immediately.

What, do you still want me to make her coffee? Do you think I can’t lift the wand?!

Blake also felt that he had gone a little too far.

So, Blake stood up and prepared to give Hermione a cup of coffee.

Cassandra felt sour when she saw this.

I made you coffee, but before you even drank it, you got up and made it for her yourself...

"Sit down! I'll do it!"

Cassandra said coldly, reluctantly taking out another cup

Hermione seemed not to notice this.

In fact, she no longer has the energy to confront Cassandra.

Now, she is busy taking out her books from her small schoolbag.

Obviously, she really plans to continue studying here...

Cassandra gritted her teeth, holding a cup of coffee and placing it in front of Hermione.

Then he glanced at Blake aggrievedly.

"Thank you, Warley," Hermione said.

Cassandra looked at Hermione in shock, this guy actually said thank you to her?

Haha, it seems that this guy is really crazy. .