Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Sirius looked at Blake, hesitant to speak.

He's actually a little bit defensive...

If you chat like this, it's easy to chat to death...

The Firebolt he planned to spend a lot of money to buy was not as good as the one Blake made himself.

No matter how much I think about it, something doesn't feel right.

However, this is a genius who solved the dragon pox within one minute.

Therefore, Sirius did not even have the slightest doubt about his statement.

Sirius is also a very clever guy.

He immediately discovered the blind spot.

He said with a little hesitation: "Since the broom you made is better than the Firebolt, then I...

Blake's broomstick is so awesome, so why don't we need a Firebolt!

"Do you want to buy the broom I made?" Blake asked.

"Yeah...although it may be a bit abrupt to think so..."

Sirius said a little embarrassed.

Originally, he wanted to give Blake a gift as well.

But now...not only the Firebolt can't be given to Blake.

He also has to trouble Blake to help him make a broom...

With Sirius's wisdom, he certainly knew that people like Blake would not be short of money.

Therefore, this so-called buying a broom has become a problem for Blake...

Moreover, this is a new type of broom developed by others.

He may not be willing to sell the broom to himself so easily.

"Please wait..." Blake rummaged in his pocket for a while.

After a while, a roll of parchment filled with illustrations appeared in his hand.

He thrust the parchment into Sirius' hands.

"I'm sorry, I may be a little busy recently, so... I can only hand over the blueprint to you and you can do it yourself.

"Don't worry, the blueprint is very detailed. As long as you find someone who knows how to refine the "Seven Seven Zero" metal, you can make it according to the blueprint.

"blueprint?"

"You mean, this is the blueprint for your broom that's more powerful than the Firebolt?"

"That's right."

"Hahaha..." Sirius laughed.

However, his laughter eventually faded away under Blake's serious eyes.

...Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious," Blake replied.

Sirius looked at the parchment in his hand in shock.

He was just worried that the other party would not be willing to give him the finished product.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually threw all the drawings to me with a backhand?

I thought he was joking... now it seems...

"This...this...I can't have this."

Sirius understood that the blueprint for such an innovative product was too precious.

With this blueprint, anyone can become rich overnight.

But now, Blake casually threw this precious drawing to himself.

It's like treating a flying motorcycle that can be borrowed at any time...

"Take it. You are no better than before."

Blake said as he walked forward.

"You have to find a way to leave Harry a family fortune."

Sirius held the parchment tightly in his hands.

The other party saved me and prepared an inheritance for me that can be passed down. This kind of kindness is really...

He took a few steps and asked: "But...why do you want to help me like this?"

"I mean...you've helped me so much, and now..."

Blake laughed, "Maybe, I am a helpful person..."

"Of course, I'm not willing to help everyone.

"I only help people I think are worthy of help."

"And you are the person I think is worthy of helping.

"This blueprint is already dispensable to me. It's just useful for you, so I'll give it to you.

Sirius said at a loss: "But, this is too expensive...and...I..."

"If I need your help in the future, will you help me?"

Blake interrupted Sirius.

Sirius immediately said: "Of course! You have helped me so much and made me make up for so many regrets."

"So, even if I lose my life by helping you, I will help you without hesitation."

Blake smiled and said: "You see, this is why I want to help you.

"If it were someone like Peter Pettigrew, do you think I would be able to talk to him?"

"So, accept it. Anyway, you owe me a lot of favors. One more is not too much, and one less is not too much."

"Look, I'm actually not as good as you think. The more favors you owe me, the more natural it will be for me to ask you to work for me...

Sirius stopped and looked at Blake's back as he continued to walk forward, feeling grateful in his heart.

He felt that Blake said this on purpose...

The purpose is to make him feel at ease.

"Okay, I accept it. I will use your blueprint in the appropriate place."

Sirius raised his right hand holding the parchment and said.

Blake waved his hand, "I've given you the blueprint, you can use it however you want.

Sirius also regained his previous carefreeness, stuffed the parchment into his pocket, and then chased after him.

"Then I will use this to open a broom company. Kill the Firebolt! Of course, you will always be the majority shareholder of our company!"

"Why don't we just call it the Blake card? Haha, we are all Blake after all!"

Blake smiled and said: "That's a good idea. Then I can provide you with technical support. Well... when you make money, do you want to buy a Quidditch club?"

"Hey...what a good idea! Which team do you think is better to buy?"

The twenty-minute journey was completed quickly while the two of them were chatting and laughing.

Arriving at Grimmauld Place successfully, Blake looked at the townhouse in front of him.

Sure enough, he discovered that the house number of the townhouse in front of him jumped directly from the eleventh floor to the thirteenth floor.

The number 12 in the middle is completely invisible.

Blake opened his eyes to reality a little.

But I only saw a layer of gray fog.

He can sense that there is space behind the mist, but the real eye of this intensity cannot yet see through it.

Unless it's all fired up...

However, if you do that, your eyes will have to shine, which will look a bit too scary.

With this level of hidden magic, the Blake family is indeed very knowledgeable.

"Well, welcome to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The home I've always wanted to escape from..."

Sirius just finished speaking.

Blake felt a weak magic power sweep across the two of them.

The next moment, the scene in front of you changed dramatically!

I saw only the townhouses in front, between Shichuan and Zhuxing.

Suddenly it was like a curtain being pulled apart.

Blake noticed that the Muggles he saw in the window next door were still doing their own things calmly.

He didn't notice at all that the house under his feet was moving to both sides!

A moment later, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, like the keypad of a slide phone.

Cleverly appeared in front of Blake.

However, compared to the splendor of the houses No. 1 and No. 12 next to it.

The exterior walls of No. 12 were in tatters, with many of the walls peeling off.

The windows also looked pitch black.

I don't know if it was because the curtains were drawn up, or simply because the windows were dirty.

"Very nice magic, Sirius..."

Blake looked at the sudden appearance of No. 12 Grimmauld Place with joy.

Sirius touched his nose, "You shouldn't have figured out this magic again, right? If you figure it out, can you also teach me? Because I don't know this magic either..."

"In fact, this was a magic done by a relatively distant ancestor of my family... Well, after he successfully 'persuaded' the innocent Muggle to move away."

Blake said in admiration: "It's indeed a very good hidden magic... At least, it's pretty cool, isn't it?"

Now it seems that the former Blake family members are still very capable.

It's just that... his character is really bad.

I don’t know how this nest of black crows gave birth to a kind-hearted guy like Sirius.

Sirius stepped forward and pushed open the stained iron door.

The two of them walked through the yard covered with withered yellow leaves.

Arriving at the peeling wooden door.

Sirius casually pushed the wooden door open again.

With such hidden magic, it doesn't matter whether the door is locked or not.

As the door was opened, the smell of decay came oncoming.

Directly opposite the door is a long foyer.

As Sirius strode inside.

The ancient gas lamps next to the foyer were automatically lit one after another.

It exudes a dim yellow light.

The wallpaper in the foyer is also peeling off.

The carpet is even worse...

On one side of the wall in the foyer corridor, there is a picture frame covered by a cloth.

If Blake remembers correctly.

This is the portrait of Sirius' mother, Walburga Blake.

If there is any slight disturbance, Walburga in the portrait will start yelling and insulting...

Because she resented all non-pure-blood wizards entering her house.

I heard that the painting was still stuck to the wall using a permanent sticking spell.

Good guy, even if you die, you have to keep an eye on your house and not let pure-blood masters enter.

But the irony is that this room originally belonged to a Muggle...

"Come in." Sirius subconsciously stepped lightly as he passed the painting.

A slight snore is coming from the frame...

Blake followed Sirius inside...

Passing through the long foyer, Blake saw an umbrella stand with troll legs.

Not far from the umbrella stand, on the left side of the foyer, is the restaurant.

Blake glanced at the dining room as he passed by. In the cupboards of the dining room, he saw a lot of porcelain with the Blake family's crest and noun printed on it.

However, he found no trace of the Horcrux above.

Since the house was unoccupied, it was infested with spiders.

At the end of the foyer is the staircase leading to the second floor. On the wall panel next to it is a row of crumpled house-elf heads...

Blake curled his lips, these guys really have a lot of taste.

These elves are the house elves that the Blake family has served them for generations.

When they are too old to carry a plate.

These elves will ask their companions to help them cut off their heads and hang them on the decorative boards.

In the Blake family, every generation of house elves is proud to have their heads hung on the plaque.

Well, this style is very pure-blooded...

Sirius stepped on the creaking stairs and led Blake to the living room on the second floor.

"Hold on……………"

He picked up the scattered clothes on the broken sofa and threw them behind the sofa.

Then he asked Blake to sit down.

"I'll buy another wand in a few days."

"It's really inconvenient to not be able to use magic..."

Sirius frowned and dusted off his hands.

After being imprisoned for more than ten years, his magic has already deteriorated, and it is still too difficult to cast spells without a wand.

Without magic, it would be terrible for him to clean the room like a Muggle.

Blake did not sit down, but looked around the house with interest.

Especially...the things in those glass cases.

In the living room, there happens to be such a display window.

The windows are filled with all kinds of things...

So that the Blake family can show off their glory to all who come.

Blake saw a decorative crystal bottle in the window.

There was a large opal embedded in the cork, and the bottle was filled with what looked like blood.

Since the liquid inside has long solidified, Blake can't tell what's inside just by looking at it.

Next to the crystal bottle, there are a lot of dark silver boxes with many ancient runes engraved on them.

Blake recognized those words, and most of them meant recording the year.

Blake guessed that this should represent the age of the contents of the box.

Next to the pile of silver boxes, there was another dusty box.

Inside lay a medal that Blake was familiar with.

This is a first-class medal of the Order of Merlin, and he just got one this morning.

Noticing Blake's gaze, Sirius explained: "This is my grandfather's Order of Merlin, First Class.

He said jokingly: "In recognition of the pile of gold lumps he sent to the Ministry of Magic..."

Blake smiled but didn't respond.

Because his attention was attracted by a 0.5 locket.

This locket looks very delicate, with a silver background, but a green "S" mark that looks like a small snake printed on the lid.

Blake narrowed his eyes, convinced that he had found the rightful owner.

After handling several Horcruxes.

He is particularly familiar with the smell of this stuff.

Therefore, this exquisite-looking locket should be a Slytherin locket.

It's another Horcrux of Voldemort's.

However, Blake didn't take it out just yet.

Because he suddenly remembered Sirius's younger brother, Regulus Blake.

This Horcrux was what he had worked so hard to get back.

He even left a note mocking the socket spirit at the Horcrux collection site.

At this point, Blake still admires this young man who has returned from his lost ways.

Blake thought, according to his nosy character.

During time travel, it might be possible to save him too.

He was really curious about this.

How about... find a chance to take a look at that cave?

After Blake pondered for a while, he changed his original plan.

He turned to Sirius and asked:

"You said before that your family does have a collection of books?"

"Yes, it's on the fifth floor. Do you want to go and have a look?" Sirius asked.

"Why not?" Blake really wants to see the background of the Blake family...

He was very interested in things that were not written in the original work.

Sirius led Blake towards the fifth floor.

Not long after they left.

A pale and thin hand reached into the window and grasped the locket!

ps: Blake. Blake family. I always feel weird when writing. .