Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Blake went to the auditorium to have breakfast early the next morning.

I saw Harry who looked a little unhappy.

Blake knew without asking that he must have applied to Dumbledore, and his request to live with his godfather was rejected.

Harry thought he would be able to escape from the quagmire of his uncle's house starting today.

Unexpectedly, I would have to continue to stay there after all...

Until he becomes an adult.

When Blake passed Harry, he said smoothly:

"When you are unhappy, eat more desserts and your mood will naturally improve."

“After I feel better, I might be able to think of a solution.

In fact, he still thinks Harry is quite powerful.

Growing up in that kind of environment, most people's hearts will become dark.

But he couldn't feel many dark emotions in Harry.

However, it may be because of his strong opponent.

He can be quite venomous sometimes.

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard Blake's words.

"You know? You know what happened to me?"

Blake smiled and said, "Many people heard the conversation you had with your godfather yesterday."

"At that time, you were all very happy.

"But after just one night, you become like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"You don't have to think about it to know that it must be what you want to do most, but it hasn't been done yet."

"For example... Professor Dumbledore didn't agree with you moving out to live with your godfather or something?"

Harry looked at Blake in shock, "You...you guessed it right now?"

Blake waved his hand to express his innocence.

To be honest, if you already know the plot, you can't pretend to be successful in getting this treasure chest.

Then he really wants to buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Then you must have something, right?" Harry followed hurriedly.

Blake sat down at Hufflepuff's long table and prepared to have breakfast.

After he took the small cake handed over by Hannah, he turned to Harry and said:

"Sometimes, people need to know how to use reverse thinking to think about problems."

"Reverse thinking?" Harry thought thoughtfully.

"Let's sit down and eat together." Blake pulled him to the seat next to him and sat down.

"Professor Dumbledore will not allow you to move out with your godfather."

"I believe the reason is, he has told you 903, hasn't he?"

Harry nodded, indicating that he had already said it.

"Then...do you agree with his reason?"

"Hmm...I agree." Harry said helplessly.

It was the only way to maintain the ancient protective magic his mother had left behind.

However, this does not mean that he is willing to do so...

"I won't ask what the reason is, but since you agree, you can't move out."

"So, at this time, we might as well try reversing our thinking."

"For example, let Sirius move somewhere..."

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up.

That's right! Professor Dumbledore just won't let me move out.

I didn't say that my godfather was not allowed to live with me!

"I understand! I'm going to write to Sirius right now!"

Harry didn't even eat breakfast, so he jumped up from his seat and ran out of the auditorium.

Blake glanced at the untouched grilled sausage in Harry's bowl.

He shook his head helplessly, "It's still too late if you go after breakfast..."

At this time, the owls also flew in collectively from the skylight.

Blake deftly covered the plate in front of him.

A copy of the Daily Prophet was accurately thrown in front of him.

Blake opened the Daily Prophet and took a few glances at it.

The news of Peter Pettigrew's execution was published on the front page.

Blake clicked his tongue, if he had known today, why did you do it in the first place?

Obviously I have such a good friend...

But... Peter Pettigrew died early.

He was now a little curious as to whether the noseless guy could be resurrected.

"Anyway, there's nothing urgent happening now, how about... looking for another Horcrux to play with?

"The one without a nose, please don't resurrect him."

Blake thought while biting the small cake.

Principal room.

Dumbledore said to Blake who had just entered the door:

"Next Tuesday morning, the Ministry of Magic will hold a ceremony for Sirius and you.

"Then I will award two medals to you."

His tone paused, and then he said:

"If you don't want to go, I can pick it up for you like last time.

Blake shook his head, "No...I have to go this time."

Although the award of this medal benefited from many influences.

However, Blake had no reason not to go.

On the one hand, he could collect some treasure chests, but on the other hand, he wanted to have a good chat with Sirius...

Because, among all the Horcruxes he knew, one was in Sirius's ancestral home.

If he needed to "accidentally" discover the Horcrux.

I have to go to Sirius' ancestral home.

Blake's answer surprised Dumbledore a little.

Blake was not interested at all in the second-level Merlin Order of Merlin last time.

Will you actually agree to go this time?

Is it because this is a first-class medal?

Dumbledore thought about it and felt that he had figured it out.

I was able to get a first-level medal last time, but I only got a second-level medal...

In fact, if no one interferes, it will be difficult to even get a third-level medal.

Therefore, this child is obviously angry.

Therefore, I didn’t go to the second-level one last time.

And now, his first-class Order of Merlin medal has finally been approved.

When he was feeling proud and proud, he naturally wanted it!

Dumbledore was certainly happy to see Blake willing to participate in the ceremony.

After all, my own child is the youngest recipient of the Merlin Order of Merlin, First Class and Second Class in history!

Which parent wouldn’t be happy to see his child make him look good?

"Then...you should choose a good outfit." Dumbledore had a pleased smile on his face.

This kid really makes himself look good.

"Don't worry, I understand... If nothing happens, I'll leave first.

"Senior Penello is still waiting for me at the Duel Club."

Blake said and hurriedly left the principal's office.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "It's great to be young..."

However, his smile quickly disappeared.

Because he found that the unopened box of Lemon Olaf on his desk had disappeared without knowing when.

"Oh...this kid!"

"This is Honeydukes new flavor Lemon Olaf..."

………….

"...Okay, everyone, practice like this. Your disarming spell will become much more powerful."

After Blake finished speaking, the Duel Club burst into applause.

Under the admiring eyes of club members.

Blake walked down.

He just used a contrasting method to vividly prove it.

Strong emotions can play an extremely critical role in spells.

It gave many club members a sudden enlightenment...

At this time, Senior Sister Penello came forward with a look of resentment.

"You guys have been a hands-off shopkeeper for so long, and today you are here to help..."

After Blake started this duel club.

Basically I haven’t been here much...

Over the years, Penelo has handled matters in the Duel Club on his own.

Fortunately, Penelo is a very wise Ravenclaw.

Only then did things in the Duel Club get arranged in an orderly manner.

Although Blake is nominally the president of the Duel Club.

But in fact, Penello, the vice chairman, is like the real chairman.

"Sorry, Senior Penello...I've been very busy these past few years..."

When Blake said this, he felt a little blushing.

(chaj)In fact, he is not busy at all...

Because no matter how difficult it is, he can handle it in a short time.

As for the rest of the time...just be lazy.

On the other hand, Penello-senpai is really busy.

She is already in fifth grade this year, and it is time to prepare for the O.W.L exam.

When Blake thought of this, the guilt in his heart suddenly increased...

However, Professor Penello seems to be more willing to accept his reason than himself.

Penelo-senpai looked at Blake in admiration.

"I know...I've read all the newspapers."

"You developed a life-extending potion that even Professor Snape praised.

"Then he also developed such a powerful healing spell as the rebirth spell for severed limbs."

"So, I know what you have been busy with these years."

"How could you have achieved such an achievement if you weren't busy?"

"I've heard it all..."

"Next week you can get your second Order of Merlin, this time it's the first class, isn't it?"

Blake felt more and more guilty.

"Um........Yes..........but......"

Penello smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"I knew you were powerful from the beginning, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

“I’m really happy that you can come up with so many things that are so beneficial to other people!”

"So, I'm glad that I can help you share this..."

"It gives me a sense that I am involved in your research.

Blake held Senpai Penello's hand with his backhand.

"I'm sorry, Senior Penello, I've worked hard on you these years."

"So, starting from today, I will come back and take over the duel club again.

"After all, you have to prepare for the O.W.L exam, right?"

Penello was slightly startled when his hand was suddenly held.

After hearing Blake's words, she suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Although what Blake said was right,...after thinking that he would suddenly not have to deal with these things in the future.

She still felt empty inside.

Seeing her like this, Blake didn't understand how she felt?

He rolled his eyes and suddenly said with a smile:

"From today on, you are the president of the duel club."

"And I am officially demoted to vice chairman

"So... now it's your turn to be the hands-off shopkeeper."

"Wait until you pass the O.W.L exam and then come back."

Blake's words made Penello feel warm in his heart.

She rubbed Blake's head vigorously, twisting his pale blond hair into a chicken coop.

"Then don't regret it."

"I want to sit in this position until seventh grade and graduation!"

Blake smiled and said: "Of course I won't regret it.

.

"Hey...you treat me like this...I'm going to be tempted..." Penello said helplessly.

"Senior sister...you see, I've actually grown up now, so...it's okay to be tempted now, really..."

"But...you are still so young..."

Senior Penello suddenly felt a great sense of guilt...

After Blake took over the Duel Club affairs again.

The duel club's weekly meeting became a daily meeting.

As long as members are free, they can come to the duel club for training.

This made Blake's campus life, which had become empty again, become much more fulfilling.

Go to class during the day and go to the duel club at night to show off and win people's hearts.

The days passed like this day by day.

On this day, Blake got up early.

And I have already asked for leave for the daytime courses.

Because it's nine o'clock this morning.

It was his and Sirius' investiture ceremony.

After having breakfast in the auditorium, he went straight to the principal's office.

Before getting started.

He pulled on his school uniform and said softly: "Change it into a more formal style.

The levitating cloak immediately transformed.

Wait until he pushed open the oak door and walked into the principal's office.

The school uniform robe he was wearing turned into a fitted tuxedo.

Blake looked at his clothes.

Then he stamped his feet again.

The next second, the sneakers on his feet turned into shiny little leather shoes.

Dumbledore was already waiting for him.

"What a handsome boy!" Dumbledore praised with a smile. "The clothes are very nice. But your hair..."

Blake has never been in the habit of taking care of his hair.

He has a set of homemade alchemical scissors that can automatically help cut hair.

When the hair is long, just let the scissors click a few times.

Other times, just let your hair grow wildly...

So, now Blake's outfit is pretty good.

It's just that the hair is a little messy.

"It's a little late, let me help you." Dumbledore picked up the wand and prepared to help Blake comb his hair.

Blake waved his hand, "It's okay, I can do it myself."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and wiped it on his hair.

Immediately afterwards, the hair, which was originally messy and looked a bit like a chicken coop, was combed into an adult look.

It even looks like it has hair gel...

Blake picked up a mirror and looked at it, um... the effect was good...

A bit brighter than Malfoy's head!

It's just that my actions just now seemed a bit familiar?

Dumbledore looked at Blake's "hair gel hands" in surprise.

"Can you teach me this magic? You know, my beard is a bit difficult to take care of sometimes.

"You want to put gel on your beard?" Blake asked in surprise while opening the dimensional door.

"Do you think it's appropriate?" Dumbledore asked, stroking his beard.

...Of course, that must be awesome! If you do that, I bet you can help me find a mother soon. "

"Oh...Blake..."