Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"Why don't you apologize to that child properly?

Dumbledore sat behind his desk.

He smiled awkwardly.

After the incident with Tom.

It had already caused him to be a little stressed out.

That was why he habitually thought of things in a bad direction.

That was why he subconsciously misunderstood Blake.

He thought that he had done something bad.

But he didn't expect that.

Not only did that child not do what he thought.

He did something bad.

He actually did a good deed.

He inspired most of the children in the entire academy to be positive and motivated.

He even said something that touched the professor's heart.

Such a kind and smart child.

He actually suspected that he had done something bad?

This.

"Sigh, I'm really getting worse and worse. I should have apologized to him on the spot.

Dumbledore shook his head.

He had been carefree all his life.

Why was he making a mistake for a mere face now?

Then, Dumbledore began to think.

How could he make it up to that child?

Although that child didn't say it.

But he knew.

It didn't feel good to be wronged.

He had to quickly get rid of this bad influence!

Otherwise, what if this child refused to do good deeds in the future?

Just as Dumbledore was about to get up.

He went to find Blake to apologize seriously.

An owl suddenly flew in from the window.

It dropped a red letter.

It turned around and flew away.

When Dumbledore saw the letter.

His face froze slightly.

"A howling letter?"

He hadn't received a howling letter for a long time.

Dumbledore thought for a moment.

He realized that he hadn't done anything particularly controversial recently.

Who would send him a howling letter?

Dumbledore decided to listen.

But …

Of course, he couldn't let the sound of the letter spread.

Dumbledore waved his magic wand.

A big bubble appeared in the air.

The bubble flew over.

It enveloped the howling letter that was about to explode.

Then, Dumbledore waved his magic wand.

He let the envelope open.

"Ga la la la."

The envelope automatically transformed into the shape of a mouth.

It began to roar.

However, under Dumbledore's spell.

The sound of the roar letter was about the same as an ordinary person's voice...

B........

After hearing the sound of the roaring letter.

Dumbledore's face froze.

Because … …

"Dumbledore, you old fool!"

"That kid Blake clearly did a good deed for 370."

"But you suspect him of doing bad things?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have given you the clue to Blake's background!"

"You can't even take care of Blake!"

"Think about it. Even his basic necessities were taken care of by my house elves!"

"What did you do?!"

"He even cooks for you in your house!

"Is this what you meant by taking care of him?"

"Also!

When he went to school. "

"I'm going to take your Hogwarts express train."

"She actually went to the station alone!"

"Don't you know how to send him off personally?"

"Yes!

I know you're the principal!

Very busy! "

"But!

Do you have to be so busy that you don't even have time to send a child to the train? "

"With your level, you can send him to the train and then use Phantom Transference to return to your school."

"How much time can it take?"

"You don't know!

The house elves reported to me. "

"When Blake was watching other people on the train being sent off by their parents."

"How envious was the expression on his face!"

"If he hadn't met a few good friends before entering the school."

"At that moment, he would have been depressed!"

The roaring letter scolded Dumbledore for more than ten minutes!

However …

The reason why Dumbledore's face became very bad.

It wasn't because the roaring letter scolded him.

It was because …

The person who sent the message to him.

It was actually Grindelwald!

The Grindelwald who was locked up in Newmungaard!

It was fine if it was Grindelwald.

After all, Dumbledore had long known that he actually had a background.

But since Grindelwald didn't come out himself …

It could be considered as fulfilling his promise.

Then sending a letter was within his tolerance.

182......

What had just happened on his side.

How did he find out immediately?

He even sent him a roaring letter that lasted for more than ten minutes?!

This meant that …

It had just happened.

Even Dumbledore hadn't returned to the office yet.

He had already started recording the roaring letter!

This proved one point.

That was because Grindelwald had been secretly watching this child all this time!

Why was he so concerned about this child?!

Although this was indeed his bloodline.

But Dumbledore didn't believe it, given his personality.

He would do this for a child he had never met.

So much effort!

Or could it be that this guy still hadn't given up?

Could it be that he still had the evil intention of turning this child into a sharp sword in his hands?!

The more Dumbledore thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Grindelwald was very good at instigating.

What if Blake, that child, was led into a ditch by him in a daze …

The more Dumbledore thought about it, the more serious it became. He suddenly stood up.

"Baker!

Come out! "

The headmaster's office was silent.

Only the portraits of the headmasters on the wall were looking at Dumbledore in surprise.

Dumbledore took a deep breath.

He tried to speak as calmly as possible.

"Baker, I know you're at Hogwarts. Come out.

"I have a message for you to pass on to your old master."

"Pa!"

The house elf, Baker, appeared in front of Dumbledore timidly.

Because he also recognized Blake as his master.

In other words.

Dumbledore, who had the same bloodline as Blake.

He could be considered his master.

Since he was at Hogwarts.

Facing Dumbledore's summons.

He couldn't refuse.

Dumbledore looked at the elf in front of him.

Naturally, he knew about it now.

Grindelwald knew the news so quickly.

It must be this little thing who reported it.

"Help me relay these words to Grindelwald word for word …"

"Stay out of Blake's matters!"

"I can tolerate you paying attention to that child's growth through the house elf!"

"I can also tolerate you writing to me and giving me advice."

"Because … … I admit that you were right in your shouting letter … … I did do something wrong … …"

"But!

I absolutely can't tolerate you directly interfering with that child's education! "

"Between you and him, you can only communicate through me!

You can't touch that child yourself! "

Dumbledore straightened his body.

"Baker, do you remember?"

"Yes …" Baker nodded.

"Then go, don't miss a word."

"Yes … Yes."

Newmungaard.

Grindelwald angrily threw the notebook in his hand.

"Bastard!"

"You, Dumbledore, are taking care of the child?!"

"Can you carry it?"

"You can't!"

"You don't have that ability, you know that?!"

At this moment.

Blake obviously didn't know.

Because of him.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald started fighting again.

The current him.

She was holding a textbook.

Together with two roommates.

He walked towards the Defense Against Black Magic classroom.

Dabao quietly poked his head out of his pocket.

The pocket created by the Levitating Cloak also came with the Traceless Stretch Spell.

It could fit a Sniff completely.

When Blake came to the classroom.

Many people were already seated in the classroom.

Hermione is sitting in a chair in the third row.

He studied the Defense Against Black Magic textbook seriously.

At this time, Wayne and Roger also discovered Hermione.

"Boss," said Roger suddenly.

This time, do you want to continue 'comforting' that girl? "

"Nonsense!

Boss will definitely go. Didn't you see that there's still no one sitting beside that girl? "

"This proves that Boss's' consolation 'didn't work!"

"That girl still hasn't made any friends!"

"Our boss is a partner of justice."

"Of course I won't sit by and watch!"

"Boss!

Come on!

We support you! "

After Wayne finished saying a bunch of nonsense.

He pulled Roger and ran away.

"What the f * ck …"

Blake wanted to cry but had no tears.

But this nonsense was made up by him last night.

He could only blame himself.

But …

For Blake, whose skin was as thick as a city wall.

It was fine to sit directly next to Hermione.

"Good morning!

Hermione。”

"Have you had breakfast?"

"I didn't see you in the auditorium this morning."

Hermione raised his head and glanced at Blake angrily.

"Excuse me, what time did you get up?"

"Uh … 8: 30 … You didn't get up early to prepare the textbook, did you?"

Hermione said, "Of course!

I have to prepare first. Otherwise, what if I don't understand what the professor says later? "

"I don't think you need to prepare … because Professor Quirrell will read it to you again later …"

Quirrell's teaching style was very simple.

As a Defense Against Black Magic professor.

He would not demonstrate if he could.

He would stutter and read the textbook.

He would talk about the vampire story he made up.

He would try his best to clear his suspicion.

Then he would persist until the class was over.

He would have completed the mission.

He could even not bring his wand in his class.

"How do you know?

You didn't take Professor Quirrell's class.

"Because someone took it yesterday … I heard it from them.

"Huh?" Hermione suddenly saw Dabao in Blake's pocket.

"What's this?"

Dabao's cute appearance was very touching.

Sure enough, Hermione immediately took it.

"Oh … This … This is my pet, Dabao."

Blake said.

He took Dabao out of his pocket.

"So … So cute!

Can I touch it? "

"Of course!"

Dabao sat up.

He pointed at Hermione and gestured.

"Squeak squeak squeak!

(What kind of class are you!

You want to touch me too?!) "

Blake raised his hand.

He pressed it on Dabao's body.

"Love Horse Killing Chicken!"

"Squeak ~ (OWO)"

Dabao won Blake's Love Horse Killing Chicken.

He was so happy that his small eyes rolled back.

He fell on the table and couldn't resist anymore.

"Wow!

It's so cute!

I touched it. It seems very comfortable! "

Blake's movements.

Hermione didn't notice.

He thought that his technique was very professional.

At this moment, Dabao was so happy that he felt weak all over.

He allowed Hermione to do whatever he wanted.

Naturally, he couldn't object anymore.

At this moment.

The cute Dabao attracted all the girls in the classroom.

After all, this thing was indeed very cute.

He saw the girls surrounding him.

A tear slowly flowed down from the corner of Dabao's eye.

"Squeak ~ (Boss, you're not human!

You're not human!) "

Blake patted Dabao's head.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Then, he quietly stuffed a gold coin into its paw.

Dabao touched the gold coin.

He sat up in a flash.

With an excited face, he stuffed the gold coin into his small pocket.

"Squeak squeak squeak!

(Can't you just give me money next time?) "

Dabao, who had received the money, changed from its dead fish-like state.

It began to act cute crazily on the table …

"Wow!

It's so smart! "

"Ah, it's so furry. It's so soft!"

"Little Sniff was born to be eaten by its mother!

rua!”

"Hey, whose mother are you!"

Wayne looked at the girls surrounding him with envy and jealousy.

"Roger, you said I should buy another sniff now.

Is it too late? "

"What?

Do you still want your pants to be buttonless?! "

"

"An … quiet … I … we're … going to … start class."

Professor Quirrell said timidly.

It came from outside the door.

He looked at everyone and forced a smile.

He looked timid.

He saw the professor coming.

The girls returned to their seats.

However, Hannah moved her textbook over.

Sitting on the right side of Hermione.

"This … … Sir, please … … please keep your pet."

Quirrell stuttered as he looked at Blake.

"I'm sorry, professor."

Blake grabbed Dabao.

She stuffed it into the drawer.

"Creak creak creak!

(Closed?) "

"Love Horse Kills Chicken!"

"Squeak ~ (It feels so good …)"

Then, Da Bao couldn't scream anymore.

Lying quietly in the drawer.

However, Hermione and Hannah would secretly stroke it from time to time.

Dabao, who was doing business for money, didn't resist at all.

"Ahem … … I … … Let's start … today's Black … Defense Against Black Magic class …."

"Let's … take attendance first …"

Blake secretly gave Quirrell a thumbs up.

Brilliant!

Based on the speed at which he stuttered and spoke.

If they were to call the names of all the little wizards in the classroom.

Then, one-third of the class would be cut off!

After taking attendance with great difficulty.

Quirrell finally began his lecture.

Hermione was very serious at first.

Holding a quill, she was ready to take notes at any time.

She was also ready to raise her hand to answer questions.

B......

After a while, she was disappointed.

It was the same as what Blake said.

Quirrell really began to stutter as he read the textbook …

The disappointed Hermione could only put down the quill.

She reached into the drawer.

She continued to rub Dabao.

She would rather play with Dabao than listen to him read the textbook.

Reading the textbook without any nutrition.

Plus, Professor Quirrell's strong garlic smell.

Everyone in the classroom was in a state of dizziness.

After a long time.

Quirrell finally finished reading today's textbook.

There was still one-third of the time left …

Blake couldn't help but want to applaud him.

This time control.

Amazing …

"Next … In order to explain … Black Magic … The danger of living things …"

"Let me tell everyone … a story … that I personally … experienced …"

"At that time, I went to Africa … A prince there … was deeply troubled by zombies …"

"I …"

Based on his narration speed.

After the class.

He might not be able to finish the whole story!

As expected of you!

But ….

How could Blake let him do as he wished?

Blake suddenly raised her hand.

"This … … this student, do you … … do you have any questions?"

Blake asked with a look of admiration on her face.

"Professor Quirrell!

You can actually defeat zombies?

That's amazing! "

"Can you tell me, how did you defeat zombies?"