Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"Congratulations, Blake, you will graduate soon."

"Besides, Albus has already told me that you want to stay in school and become a professor."

"Honestly...it makes me feel unbelievable...but also makes sense."

Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

"Well...I don't know what to say, Professor." Blake said helplessly.

He came to Professor McGonagall's office because Dumbledore had become the hands-off shopkeeper again.

The follow-up work of arranging Blake was once again handed over to Professor McGonagall.

"Don't worry, Blake, I'm sure you can do it..."

"Okay, let's get back to business... Do you plan to graduate this summer, or do you want to graduate now?"

Blake scratched his head, "What's the difference?"

Professor McGonagall flipped through the documents on the table and said, "There is still a slight difference. Because of the new alchemy class, we decided to make it an elective course that can only be taken by the third grade."

"This year, students have already taken all their elective courses, so this course will not be officially opened until next year."

"So, I want to know, do you plan to graduate now, go out and travel for a few months, and wait until next year to return to Hogwarts? Or do you plan to stay at Hogwarts and spend these few months?"

Blake pondered for a moment before saying: "I'd better graduate during the summer vacation. After this school year.

Now, he can use the dimensional door to leave Hogwarts at any time and go anywhere he wants.

So, there is no need to leave Hogwarts now.

Professor McGonagall nodded. She was not surprised by Blake's choice.

"If that's the case, the school has decided to prepare an office for you in advance."

"There is no point in your classes anymore. So, you can use this office to do what you like.

"Oh, by the way, I will explain the situation to Mrs. Pingsi so that you can enter the restricted book area at any time."

Blake went to class and couldn't learn any useful knowledge.

Professor McGonagall felt that it would be better to give him the office that was originally assigned to him in advance.

Let him have his own place to do research in the next few months at Hogwarts.

In this way, it is not considered a wasted time.

Maybe, in a few months, there will be another research result worthy of being awarded the Order of Merlin.

"Okay. That's really great." Blake said happily.

The Room of Requirement is nice, but it is sneaky after all.

Who wouldn't want to have an office at their own disposal in Hogwarts?

Professor McGonagall raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "As long as you like it."

"Then...Professor, do I still need to go to class next?" Blake asked hesitantly.

"Oh...you'd better not go again!"

Professor McGonagall felt that there was something wrong with his tone.

He quickly explained: "We are not saying that you are not welcome to go to class, but... you understand everything we teach, and you do it better than us... Of course, I am not saying that you are good or bad, But... it makes us feel very restrained.”

"To put it bluntly...when I teach you, I am always afraid that I will make a mistake...even though I have been teaching transfiguration for decades..."

Yes, as long as Blake is sitting down, no matter which professor he is, he will feel very uncomfortable.

If you see him frowning while explaining, you should immediately turn around and check what you said to see if there is anything wrong.

To be honest, the psychological pressure is great, so many professors are now a little afraid of Blake.

Of course, among all the professors, Snape is the one who is most afraid of Blake right now.

Because even if other professors really have any questions, Blake will try to remain silent.

Then point out the error tactfully in the assignment paper.

But Snape's Potions class...

Blake really dared to raise his hand to interrupt him and point out his mistake...

Hearing Professor McGonagall say this, Blake smiled sheepishly.

"Okay, then I won't go to class."

Anyway, Cassandra and Hermione have skipped a grade and can no longer attend classes together.

Among the other girls who were in class together, Hannah couldn't help teasing her, and the others were not very familiar.

So, it doesn't matter if he doesn't go to class.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Blake promise not to go to class in the future.

Hogwarts was founded thousands of years ago, and the only student who has been advised by professors not to attend classes and to do whatever they want is Blake.

"Okay, I'll take you to the office arranged for you."

Professor McGonagall stood up and strode out the door.

Blake quickly followed.

"By the way, have you told anyone else that you are going to graduate early and become a professor?"

Blake said: "I told Cassandra and Hermione."

"Hmm... Since that's the case, why don't you tell this matter for now."

"After all, assigning you an office in advance may have a bad impact on the school..."

"Of course, I will tell the outside world that this is a laboratory for you, so that you don't have to sneak into your office.

Professor McGonagall whispered to Blake while striding down the corridor.

Some students who were laughing in the corridor immediately became quiet after seeing Professor McGonagall.

However, soon, their attention was focused on Blake behind Professor McGonagall.

Blake doesn't attend class most of the time, and the professor doesn't care about him, and his whereabouts are unpredictable every day.

Therefore, Blake has always seemed very mysterious to most of the young wizards at Hogwarts.

This time, Blake followed Professor McGonagall to nowhere, which of course inevitably aroused some speculation.

Professor McGonagall ignored the comments behind him and led Blake out of the teaching building.

Then walk towards a tower next to the greenhouse.

"I know you like animals and plants, and you like purity."

"This was originally the location of the Divination classroom... However, since Professor Trelawney moved the Divination classroom to her top-floor office, it has been vacant.

Professor McGonagall took Blake down to the tower.

Then he continued: "The first to third floors of this tower are all vacant buildings. If you have any sundries, you can store them inside."

"The fourth floor is the classroom. If you become a professor next year, the fourth floor will be the ground defense for your classes."

"As for the top floor, the fifth floor, it's your office."

Professor McGonagall and Blake climbed up level by level.

The first to third floors are all empty rooms, nothing interesting to see.

On the fourth floor, there is a large circular classroom, but this classroom is very dilapidated.

The tables, chairs and benches were all almost rotten, and the walls were beginning to peel off.

Moreover, there are dust and cobwebs everywhere...

Professor McGonagall said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I've been a little busy recently, so I haven't taken the time to arrange the cleaning work..."

"Oh, it's okay, Professor, just leave this to me." Blake said quickly.

Let him casually leave work to Professor McGonagall like Dumbledore, and his shamelessness will be a bit overwhelming.

"Are you sure you want to clean up after yourself?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Yes, let me do it. Since this is my classroom, it would be better if I clean it up." Blake said.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. By the way, if you need help, come to me at any time.

Professor McGonagall said, taking Blake up to the fifth floor.

The offices on the fifth floor are much nicer than the classrooms downstairs.

Because this place has obviously been meticulously cleaned.

Furniture such as desks and chairs all look new.

The round office is also surprisingly large and well lit.

The layout is a bit like Dumbledore's office.

After all, they are all buildings with tower structures.

Only then did Blake realize that this office was actually a duplex structure.

There is a ladder next to it to climb to the attic.

The loft was turned into a bedroom and was only slightly smaller than the office downstairs.

The facilities are also very complete, Blake just needs to bring his bags and check in.

"How's it going? Do you like this office (accg)?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I'm very satisfied, thank you, Professor McGonagall." Blake said happily.

Professor McGonagall smiled and said: "As long as you are satisfied...you can move in at any time now.

"Well, okay, but I plan to go back to the dormitory first and tell my friends. Don't worry, I know what to say and what not to say." Blake said.

"Of course, you can't just move out of the dormitory suddenly..." Professor McGonagall suddenly smiled: "Even though I heard that you didn't rest in the dormitory for a few days?"

Blake's old face turned red and he defended: "Ahem, I'm just used to starting to study things at night...my thinking is only active at night..."

Of course, Professor McGonagall did not delve into it. After a few more explanations with Blake, he went back to continue his work.

After Blake sent Professor McGonagall away, he returned to this office.

He looked around, then rubbed his hands, "Okay...it's time to arrange it."

Blake said as he took out a suitcase from the pocket of his robe transformed into a levitating cloak.

He opened the lid of the suitcase, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Then, things began to pop out of the suitcase.

Books, cups, kettles, coffee beans, candies,

All kinds of messy things automatically flew into the air of the office, circling like birds.

Blake snapped his fingers again, and then the books were automatically placed on the bookshelf.

Cups and kettles were put on and off the coffee table next to them.

Clothes and towels automatically flew up to the attic, hung up in the bedroom wardrobe and in the bathroom in the bedroom...

All kinds of things are automatically decorating Blake's own office.

Blake took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then opened the door and walked out.

Behind him, a lot of things were still being arranged in an orderly manner.

Gringotts.

A luxurious carriage pulled by Ye Ji descended from the sky.

After seeing the carriage, the goblins in Gringotts all hurriedly ran out and stood respectfully in front of the carriage.

The carriage door opened automatically, and a tall goblin stepped out of the carriage.

This goblin was wearing a simple red robe and was dressed well. He looked not as good as the goblins who came to greet him.

But as soon as he walked out, all the goblins bowed their heads respectfully.

Many people in Diagon Alley saw this scene.

The Wiccan Party members sent to Diagon Alley to keep an eye on them immediately turned back to report.

"President of Gringotts, Locke is back.

In addition to Grindelwald's people, there are many reporters staying here to follow.

After seeing this scene, I hurried back.

What's more, they want to rush over directly for an interview.

However, without exception, they were all blocked from Gringotts.

"President, what should we do?"

Locke just sat down in his office.

The senior officials of Gringotts couldn't help but ask.

Locke waved his hand, "You don't have to worry about this matter. I will handle it. You guests should do your own work."

"By the way, I heard that you also gave all the wizard employees a holiday?"

"Yes...President." someone answered.

"Get them all back to work," Locke said.

"But..." Those goblins were hesitant.

After all, the robbers are human wizards, and they have lost trust in human wizards.

When Locke didn't come back, they had even considered firing all the wizard employees.

"Remember, wizards are not our enemies." Locke said seriously.

"You must always remember this, because wizards are not that easy to mess with."

"Otherwise...you might as well think about the situation of those house elves now.

The goblins' bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Many, many years ago, house elves, like goblins, were an independent race.

Until they fought a battle with the wizard and were enslaved as slaves...

Locke said this to remind them not to underestimate the power and evil of wizards.

"Also, repair Gringotts' underground vault as soon as possible, and we must resume business as quickly as possible.

As soon as Locke finished speaking, the goblins started talking again.

"President Locke, we have lost a lot of treasury..."

Locke waved his hand, "When we were defeated by the thieves, people had already questioned our ability to protect the vault, and there was no point in hiding it any longer."

Those thieves can easily defeat the well-armed goblins.

Fudge was also too scared to send out Aurors to help.

There were even Aurors who were so scared that they resigned...

So, it is not surprising that these robbers were able to rob so many vaults in Gringotts.

Locke continued: "Many people have already received compensation from Grindelwald and will not cause trouble to us for the time being.

"The real trouble is those pure-blood families... After all, they don't just have gold Galleons in their treasury..."

"But fortunately, among the lost vaults, there are many owners of large vaults who are still squatting in Azkaban.

The goblins looked at each other, "Then the gold we lost..."

"I will find another way to get the gold back, you don't need to worry."

"Now, the first thing we do is compensate those whose treasury was damaged."

"It's different now. We can no longer worry about money... because we have exposed our weaknesses!"

"Well... first pay back the money owed to Grindelwald's welfare institution, and then I will personally deal with those pure-blood families."

"By the way, if there are not enough gold Galleons left in the vault, we can transport it from other Gringotts first... Well, but this time we have to pay extra attention to security.

Locke suddenly raised his head and said, "I heard that Dumbledore's sister opened a very powerful security company?"