Chapter 132: Strong Snape! Really Fragrant...
"Ding! Shock and disbelief detected!"
"Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a silver treasure chest!"
Snape looked at Blake in shock.
"Dumbledore is willing to send you out as..."
He glanced at Filch.
Filch understood right away.
He put down the teapot in his hand, and then left the faculty lounge.
"Yes, of course he is willing to." Blake laughed: "You have been with him for a long time, so you should know what kind of person he is."
"If a person's death is of great benefit to the overall situation, then he will let that person die without hesitation."
"Even if that person is himself!"
Snape was silent, he found that Dumbledore seemed... really such a person?
After a while, Snape said: "So, you approached Quirrell on purpose...
When Blake said that, he understood right away.
The so-called undercover that Blake said.
It must be at Quirrell's.
After all, Quirrell had a problem, and Dumbledore knew it.
But Blake is Dumbledore's adopted son.
But often close to him.
This is very abnormal.
That's what Quirrell and Voldemort would think.
Blake approached them because he was tempted by black magic...
"So..... have you found anything?" Snape asked.
In fact, he'd been staring at Quirrell for months.
But the guy was wary of him the whole time.
All I could do was stare at him.
No more, just grab him by the collar and threaten him with a few words...
Moreover, apart from knowing his purpose, Dumbledore is on the fourth floor.
There is no other information.
So, Blake the guy who was able to get close to Quirrell.
You will definitely be able to grasp a lot of things that you don't know!
"Get your wounds healed first," Blake said, "I said...you're not afraid to hurt yourself to death."
"Humph..." Snape gritted his teeth and pulled up his robes.
He exposed his bloody calf.
Blake took a look.
"Hmm...these are the tooth marks of the three-headed dog."
"Thank you for being able to endure until now."
Snape frowned, "Dumbledore even told you what the level is?"
19 "No, but your wound, judging from its shape and size."
"There are only magical animals of the canine family."
"Such a large and poisonous canine magical animal."
"I just think of three-headed dogs."
Blake uncapped the glass vial as he spoke.
"Don't be surprised, I'm a Hufflepuff, and I'm the most familiar with Fantastic Beasts."
Snape snorted again, as if expressing his disbelief.
Blake took the glass bottle and started pouring Phoenix Tears down.
When Snape saw it, the corners of his mouth twitched in anger!
"One drop is enough! Don't..."
"Wow!" Blake downed half the bottle in one go.
Snape almost vomited blood at Blake's prodigal behavior.
Phoenix tears are very precious.
Although Dumbledore has Fox.
But Fox doesn't shed tears casually.
Even if you want to refine potions, you need Phoenix tears.
Dumbledore could only offer him a drop or two...
But Blake is a loser.
Even poured half a bottle!
His angry expression has not dissipated.
The muscles on the face became twisted again.
Without him, this time it hurts...
Phoenix tears are indeed very effective.
After collapsing on Snape's injured leg.
Immediately there was a "tear, tear, tear" sound.
It's like throwing raw meat into a hot pan.
Wisps of black smoke rose.
It's the curse and the toxin dissipating in the wound
Afterwards, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although the wound healed.
But Snape's heart still ached.
As a master of potions.
He can tell at a glance.
The phoenix tears shed just now.
How many doses of expensive potions can be brewed...
Blake saw Snape looking anxiously at the bottle in his hand.
Then he showed his signature smile again.
"You want it?"
"If you want to say..."
"You tell me so I can know what you want."
"How do I know what you want if you don't tell me?"
"If you keep silent and play cold, how will I know what you want?"
"Say it out loud!"
Snape was once again pissed off by Blake's rambunctious words, and out of a silver treasure chest.
Although he really wanted this half bottle of Phoenix Tears.
But his dignity didn't allow him to bow to Blake.
It's nothing more than a phoenix's tears... I, Snape, stand firm...
I'd die right there! Jump off the castle! I wouldn't...
"I'm going to…" Snape said.
Blake froze for a moment, then smiled and handed Snape half a bottle of Phoenix Tears.
Snape stuffed the bottle into his pocket silently.
The originally pale face turned a little more bloody...
He didn't want it.
B...
Blake is a big dog.......
I don't fight this autumn wind for nothing!
And, he's been spying on Quirrell for months!
Dumbledore and Blake, do you know how hard it is!?
Not only did Dumbledore not even show it at all!
He also indulged his adopted son to gather crowds to bully him...
Made.....Isn't I wronged, Snape?
This half bottle of precious phoenix tears is the compensation I deserve!
Really fragrant...
It has to be said that Snape's painting style has been unknowingly distorted by someone.
After Snape put away the Phoenix Tears. Continue with the question just now.
"Have you learned anything from being around Quirrell for so long?" Snape asked quietly.
"Yeah...they're trying to use black magic to win me over," Blake said.
"They? You mean... the Dark Lord knows about you too?" Snape asked suspiciously.
"Of course he knows about me. Don't you know? Voldemort has been possessing Quirrell the whole time."
"How could he not know me? It's Voldemort's intention to win me over."
When Snape heard this, it was like "Boom!" There was a thunder in his mind.
"You're saying that...the Dark Lord...was on Quirrell's body all this time?" Snape's voice was shaking.
"Yeah. Occasionally he'll directly manipulate Quirrell's body for a couple of lessons."
"Ding! An extremely frightened emotion was detected!"
"Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!"
Snape was filled with dread. He has threatened Quirrell more than once...
If he had known that the Dark Lord was on him earlier... wouldn't that mean that all his actions were seen by the Dark Lord?
Poor Snape had always thought Quirrell was just following orders.
He assumed that the Dark Lord was remotely controlling Quirrell somehow. He really didn't expect it. The Dark Lord is on Quirrell's body!
"You...how did you know?" Snape regained his composure.
"The Dark Lord is so cautious, he can't tell you this."
Blake said: "...he was taking the opportunity to teach me dueling techniques. He was deliberately leading me to an interest in the dark arts.
"And all of this was done by him directly manipulating Quirrell's body. He thought I was an ignorant child. I didn't know anything."
"But for me...whether I have changed my soul, I can see clearly."
Snape nodded involuntarily, remembering Blake's keen observation skills.
He still approves of Blake's observation ability.
"He wants to lure you into his side...just like he lured Barty Jr."
Snape was a former Death Eater as he deserved. He knows his ex-master very well.
"Does Dumbledore know this? About the fact that the Dark Lord is on Quirrell?"
Snape asked.
As soon as he asked, he knew that it was unnecessary to ask. Such important information, Blake even told himself. And how could he not tell Dumbledore?
"Of course I do," Blake said.
Snape was instantly enraged.
"Since he already knew! Why don't you just kill Quirrell and this... on him!?"
"With Dumbledore's ability, it's easy! Why delay here?"
Blake said, "I can give you the answer to this question."
"Professor Dumbledore told me a prophecy. The last line of the prophecy was to the effect that..."
"The Dark Lord and the child born at the end of July, one will die at the hands of the other.
Snape looked at Blake in surprise.
"In other words, his so-called plan is to find a way to get Harry Potter, that useless kid, to kill Black Hawkhead and Quirrell himself?
"How is this possible?!"
"It's not as good as..."
Blake waved his hand, "His plan has a high success rate, and...he really doesn't want to make any mistakes, so he thinks it's safest to follow the prophecy
Snape frowned, "But in this case, Potter will be in danger..."
"Huh? You still care about Harry."
"Don't you hate him the most?"
Blake teased Snape.
Snape glared at Blake angrily, and popped another silver chest for him.
"Listen, I hate him, but that doesn't mean I want him to die!"
Snape said emphatically.
"Then you'd better pay attention..." Blake said.
"Watch what?" Snape asked.
"Tomorrow, should it be Harry's first Quidditch match?"
"When flying in the sky, if you accidentally fall..."
"If I were Quirrell, I would choose to mobilize people at this time.
"Just cast a spell over his broomstick."
"No one will know the reason afterwards."
"Everyone will think it was an accident caused by Harry's own incompetence."
Blake's words set off a huge wave in Snape's heart.
Yes...tomorrow is indeed a good opportunity...
If Quirrell possessed the Dark Lord.
Take the Black Lord's bitter hatred for Harry Potter.
It's really possible!
And Dumbledore...he's not at school these days.
Before he left, he specifically told himself to keep an eye on Quirrell.
He may not come back for a few days.
Blake seemed to guess what was on his mind.
"If you want to tell Dumbledore and get him back, I can help you.
Blake said.
The phoenix is used to send letters, and it is much faster than the owl.
"No need..." Snape said.
"There's no need to let him come back, I'll take care of it.
Snape was confident of that.
Even if Voldemort manipulated Quirrell's body himself.
The spell he used still required the use of Quirrell's calendar.
Quirrell wasn't even as good as himself.
Even with Voldemort's skills, he can knock down 10 in one go!
"Okay, then I'll go first." Blake said, "If you don't go, you can deduct points for me in the name of night tour.
Snape watched as Blake opened the door and was about to leave.
Suddenly he asked, "Why are you telling me this?"
Blake said, "Albus Dumbledore's enemies are my enemies. So...we have the same enemies, don't we?"
Eleven o'clock the next morning.
Team Slytherin and Team Gryffindor's Derby is coming!
Blake sat on the high platform, quietly watching the players on both sides soaring from the ground...
The game has officially begun.
And Blake also found Quirrell who was sitting in the other side of the stand.
He pursed his lips tightly.
The complexion on my face is much better than before.
Thinking about it, he must have eaten the little burgers that he gave him in secret recently.
And Snape was sitting not far from Quirrell.
His eyes were also fixed on Quirrell indistinctly...
"How's the situation?"
Hagrid squeezed from the edge of the stands with a huge pair of binoculars in hand.
"The game is just starting, Hagrid," Blake replied. "The Golden Snitch hasn't appeared yet."
"Oh...... After all, the game has just begun......"
Hagrid grumbled, raising his binoculars to look at a small dot high in the sky.
And that dot was exactly Harry riding the Nimbus 2000. 313 scene echoed Lee Jordan's passionate but not neutral commentary.
There are cheers from all the students in the school......
Blake wasn't fully focused on the game.
A large part of the attention fell on Quirrell and Snape on the opposite side.
Blake noticed a look of surprise and eagerness on Quirrell's face.
Thinking about it, it was because Dumbledore was not found at the scene, which made him ecstatic.
As long as that old guy isn't around...
Then he quietly jinxed Harry's broom.
It's hard to be found!
Even if the fact that Harry's broom was cursed and cursed was discovered.
It's hard to find him too!
This is a great opportunity!
A chance to kill Harry Potter quietly!
Quirrell made up his mind, and began to focus on Harry's broom!
Snape also took in Quirrell's look completely.
He found out that Quirrell seemed to be trying to kill Potter on the spur of the moment!
Quirrell didn't seem to know that Dumbledore wasn't coming to watch!
That is to say...
Blake was able to speculate on Quirrell's impromptu intentions last night?!
This kid... is really scary!
Snape was now full of fear of Blake.
This guy doesn't look like an eleven-year-old wizard at all!
But at this point, Snape had no time to think about it.
Because with the words coming from Quirrell's mouth.
High in the sky, Harry Potter's broom suddenly began to vibrate violently!
If it weren't for Harry's grip on the broom handle firmly.
He was almost thrown off by his own broom!
Snape didn't delay, and turned his eyes directly to Harry as well.
At the same time, he began to recite the counter-curse.
Then Harry's broom trembled from a big shake to a small shake...
Quirrell and Snape's spells match!
Under the stage, the audience all exclaimed, looking at Harry who suddenly appeared abnormal.
No one knows exactly what happened.
Blake glanced at Hermione, who was sitting comfortably next to him.
At this time, her eyes were also looking at Harry in the sky.
Snape, who was reciting a spell over there, was completely missed.
That is, for my own reasons.
Hermione wasn't going to set Snape's robes on fire again.
Naturally, it wouldn't be a coincidence to overturn Quirrell who was reciting a spell.
Blake looked at the two still at loggerheads.
"Forget it, let me help."
Blake looked at Harry in the sky, his lips trembling slightly.
He is also reciting mantras.....
Then Quirrell and Snape, who were sweating and fighting, trembled at the same time!
They felt that the third powerful magic power was surging!
Directly break up the spells of both sides!
Snape and Quirrell looked at Harry back to normal with a look of shock on his face.
Such a powerful spell...... Could it be that Dumbledore is back?!
"Ding! Each of shock and panic was detected!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting two silver treasure chests!"
