Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Cassandra always felt that this Hermione was weird.

She gave Blake a questioning look.

Blake shook his head and said nothing more.

He actually felt it.

Hermione no longer had any extra energy to talk to Cassandra.

Blake took a sip without disturbing Hermione, put the coffee down, and continued to bury her head in a book.

He turned around and greeted Cassandra to sit on the chair on the other side.

Seeing that Blake didn't speak, Cassandra didn't mention Hermione again.

Just sit on the chair and enjoy the fragrant coffee in your hand.

And Blake after drinking a cup of coffee.

He took out the bag again and continued his sewing.

Cassandra watched Blake's operation with curiosity.

Although she didn't know exactly what Blake was doing.

However, she can still recognize Blake's alchemy.

So, he didn't disturb Blake and just sat aside and watched carefully.

Then he silently remembered Blake's technique and used it as a reference for his weak alchemy skills.

For a moment, the room fell into silence.

I don’t know how much time passed.

When Blake picked up the bag and looked at it with satisfaction.

Only then did he realize that Cassandra, who was sitting in the armchair next to her, had fallen asleep leaning on the back of the chair with her head tilted to one side.

And Hermione over there didn't know when she lay down on the table.

He didn't even notice that the quill fell to the ground.

Blake put down the bag and took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

It's already three o'clock in the morning.

He looked at the two sleeping girls and shook his head helplessly.

It was so late, one was waiting for myself, and then fell asleep.

The other one fell asleep unknowingly while writing a paper.

"Hey... I promised not to stay up late but to take some beauty sleep..."

"It's too uncomfortable for you to sleep like this. Forget it..."

Blake stood up and came to Cassandra's side first.

He looked down at Cassandra, who was curled up in an armchair and sleeping.

Then he leaned down and picked her up.

Cassandra felt her body being moved.

He opened his eyes drowsily and glanced at the person holding him.

Then he buried his little head in Blake's arms very naturally.

She even adjusted herself to a more comfortable position in Blake's arms

Then the breathing becomes dense again...

Okay, fell asleep again...

Blake was a little speechless. This stupid girl wasn't going to just lie in his arms and sleep all night, was she?

He held Cassandra, walked into the wooden house, and then put her on the bed in the house.

After helping her take off her shoes and covering her with a quilt, she walked out again.

Then he picked up Hermione as well.

Hermione looked sleepier than Cassandra.

When Blake picked her up, his movements were so big that she didn't even wake up.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to put Hermione next to Cassandra.

The two girls probably have nothing to do with each other...

Blake walked outside again and looked at Hermione's pile of books.

He picked up a book and flipped through it, then his brows furrowed.

Immediately afterwards, he took several more books and read them.

His brows furrowed even more tightly.

Because he discovered that among Hermione's books, except for all the main subjects and elective courses.

There are many other things...

For example, ancient runes in the elective course.

Hermione actually learned the expanded content of ancient runes...

Another example is Potions.

She actually learned a lot more about the potion recipes that Hogwarts doesn't teach...

And he also conducted in-depth research on the relationship between the effects of those potions and the various materials in the potions...

Generally speaking, a wizard would spend a lifetime just studying one aspect of this kind of thing.

Just like Snape's research on potions...

Even Blake, even though he has extremely high talents, has to rely on the help of the system to master these in a short time.

But Hermione, a silly girl, didn't know what she was thinking. She actually planned to learn everything?

However, Blake also solved his doubts.

He had felt a little strange before.

Although Hermione was also very busy in the original book, she was not as hard as she is now.

Now it seems that Hermione actually learned a lot more.

No wonder she is so busy every day.

Blake pondered and put down the book in his hand.

Then, he picked up the small pill bottle that Hermione had left on the table and poured a small pill into his mouth.

He stared at the clearing next to him.

The next second, the Room of Requirement responded to his thoughts and automatically built a new cabin in the open space.

When Blake turned his hand, there was an extra piece of parchment.

On the parchment, there was an unusually colorful painting on the front.

The painting depicts a short man wearing bright clothes, a tie, and a strange hat.

"Tom is gone, so I have to work hard for you, Peeves..."

"I promise you, after you do this favor for me, I will let you go."

Blake looked at Peeves, who had been sealed on the parchment for a long time, and muttered to himself.

Then, he got into the cabin with the parchment.

The sky in the Room of Requirement is the same as the sky outside.

It faithfully reflects the sky outside into the interior.

Even the warm sunshine was reflected in.

Hermione was awakened by such a ray of sunshine.

She opened her hazy eyes and raised her hands to block the sunlight coming in from the window.

Then he looked around suspiciously.

Wasn't I writing a paper last night? Why...

Suddenly, Hermione felt as if there was someone lying next to her!

Who is it? Could it be...

Her cheeks suddenly turned red.

Wait until she mustered up the courage to look at the person next to her.

I happened to see Cassandra's equally confused emerald green eyes...

A few seconds later, Hermione was keenly aware of a disappointed expression on Cassandra's face.

Well...she must have been disappointed to find that the person lying next to her was not who she thought she was!

Hermione was a little unhappy, put on her shoes and got up without talking to Cassandra.

Cassandra seemed to have similar thoughts in her mind.

She curled her lips and followed Hermione, getting up as well.

When they all walked out of the house, they didn't see Blake.

But in the open space on one side, a wooden house appeared out of thin air.

Hermione and Cassandra both noticed the cabin.

Then they all thought that this was the room Blake had made to rest.

After all, his bed was occupied by them last night.

Hermione ran to the table last night, dug out her watch among the books and looked at it.

"Oh! It's over! It's nine o'clock!" Hermione said desperately.

Classes at Hogwarts usually start at nine o'clock in the morning.

So, today’s class has begun…………

Hermione hurriedly stuffed the book into her small bag.

I was so anxious that tears were about to flow out.

"Granger, are you reading stupidly? Where is the class today on Saturday?"

Cassandra looked at Hermione like she was a fool.

"Huh?" Hermione took the class schedule and looked at it dubiously.

On the course schedule, there is Potions class on Friday afternoon.

Hermione remembered that she had indeed attended Potions class yesterday afternoon.

For this reason, Blake was still writing the Potions paper in the library last night.

Hermione, who finally came to her senses, put down the course schedule in her hand, a look of relief on her face.

Hermione breathed a huge sigh of relief when she realized she wasn't skipping class.

Even seeing Cassandra's face made her feel friendly.

Cassandra was actually right, she was indeed dumbfounded by reading...

The long and fast-paced and compact life made her accustomed to going straight to the library after dinner every night.

I was completely unaware of the fact that the next day was the weekend...

However, since it is the weekend, there is no need to rush as before.

With so much extra time suddenly available, Hermione felt a little overwhelmed.

"Hey, stop standing there stupidly. Don't you want to see what he is doing?" Cassandra asked.

"What else could he be doing now? He must be sleeping." Hermione muttered.

Kassandra said slightly arrogantly: "Humph, if he is sleeping, he will definitely get up at this time.

"Because he won't miss breakfast because of sleep."

"If you haven't seen him come out yet, it proves that he is concentrating on something."

Hermione stared, not knowing what to say.

"Tch, you don't know him at all."

Cassandra turned around and walked towards the cabin.

When Hermione heard this, she felt flustered for no reason.

She looked at the table full of books, and finally turned around and followed.

Cassandra ignored Hermione who followed behind her.

She stretched out her hand, willing to knock on the door.

But when the back of her hand touched the wooden door.

She felt a gentle force, gently pushing her three or four meters away!

Hermione was almost startled by the sudden change.

After Cassandra stood firm, she looked at the wooden door in shock.

"Ah! This bad guy! It scared me to death!"

Cassandra was frightened and went a little crazy.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

Blake walked out of the cabin.

Compared with last night, Blake looked a little haggard now.

"Good morning...Oh, sorry, Cassandra, did I scare you?"

"Sorry, I need to concentrate on doing something small, so...

Cassandra waved her hand and said, "Okay, I'm not angry with you."

Hermione blinked and looked at Cassandra, "You were screaming and cursing just now. Do you think you're not angry?"

"Did you stay up all night?" Cassandra noticed the dark circles under Blake's eyes.

"Well... it's not a big problem if I stay up all night occasionally."

"Why don't you sleep? It's not too late to wake up and do whatever you want to do." Cassandra felt a little distressed.

"I had a little inspiration last night. You know, inspiration is something that's gone once it passes. You have to hurry up.

Blake stretched and then asked: "You haven't had breakfast yet?"

Cassandra and Hermione shook their heads.

"That's right, let's eat together... Hermione, I have something to talk to you about later. Don't be too busy reading after you finish eating, okay?"

Hermione heard this and nodded confusedly.

After Blake walked out of the wooden house, the wooden house behind him was like a video tape playing in reverse, slow

Slowly sinking into the ground and disappearing in front of you.

Blake called softly: "Beck."

"Bang!" The house elf Baker appeared in front of Blake.

"."Master Blake, what are your orders?" Beck, who was summoned, said humbly.

"Good morning, Beck, have you had breakfast?"

"Yes, Master Blake, Baker has already eaten."

"Okay, then help us go to the kitchen and get three breakfasts, can you?"

"Of course! Master Blake, you are too polite to Beck! Beck will go right away."

He took out a pamphlet and flipped through it, then looked at Hermione and Cassandra, as if recognizing them.

When Blake saw the pamphlet, he had a strange look on his face.

This house elf seemed to have memorized his preferences and those of the people around him.

Including what you like to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner...

Just when Baker was about to snap his fingers and apparate away.

Blake stopped him.

"Master Blake, is there anything else?"

Blake took out the parchment with Peeves sealed and handed it to Baker.

"You first find a place, then burn this parchment and release the guy inside. Then go to the kitchen."

"As commanded."

Baker took the parchment, snapped his fingers, and disappeared.

Hermione had met Beck and knew that Blake was very kind to Beck.

So, I didn’t say anything.

After Cassandra saw Baker leave.

He quickly asked: "While Baker hasn't come back yet, can you tell us what you were busy with last night?"

Hear Cassandra's question.

Blake perked up immediately.

"I made a little gadget. Although it's not completely successful, it...is usable now."

Blake said and took out something like a desk lamp.

"A lamp?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Of course it's not a desk lamp, although it does look a bit like it..."

"What's the use of this... desk lamp?" Cassandra asked curiously.

Blake wanted to emphasize again that this was not a desk lamp, but he just opened his mouth and gave up the explanation.

If you say it's a desk lamp, then it's a desk lamp...although it's actually called a soul lantern...

"Hermione, sit down." He pulled Hermione and asked her to sit back at the table where she studied last night.

Blake picked up a book, opened a page, and pointed to a paragraph.

"You (Wang Zhaohao) read this paragraph again."

Hermione gave Blake a confused look.

However, out of trust in Blake, she quickly scanned the article.

"Okay. Finished reading," Hermione said.

"Okay." Blake took the book and said, "Please recite the paragraph just now."

"I..." Hermione looked at Blake in shock, "You didn't say you wanted to carry it, I, I didn't remember it."

Even though Hermione is a top student, she also has a good memory. However, it was still difficult for her to recite the passage she had just read so off guard.

"I can only repeat the general meaning." Hermione said.

Blake smiled and put the lamp on the table. Then he gently pressed the light switch.

The next second, a soft white light like moonlight enveloped Hermione.

"Now, please recite what you just said." Blake said again.

"I told you I can't recite it..." Before Hermione could finish her words, her eyes suddenly darkened.

"What...what is going on?" Hermione looked at Blake in shock.

Because she suddenly discovered that the text she had just read appeared in her mind like a picture!

As long as she wants to, she can recite that passage at any time!

Cassandra also saw the clue. In other words, something that I had just seen once and then forgotten, suddenly came to mind again after being illuminated by this desk lamp!

"This...is this the function of this desk lamp?" Cassandra finally knew what the function of this desk lamp was.

Blake nodded, then turned off the lamp with a smile. "Now, do you still remember what you said just now?"

Hermione thought for a while and then said in surprise: "I still remember it now! It's like...it's like I've memorized it more than ten times!"

She looked at the desk lamp and then remembered something. "You...you stayed up all night last night just to...make this thing for me?"

Hermione looked at Blake completely closer.

On the other side, the smile on Cassandra's face suddenly disappeared. .