Chapter 174 Dog Thief Blake! Damn You!
Dumbledore looked at Blake dumbfounded.
Of course he knew there was no way Blake would be a Death Eater.
Because Voldemort thought he wanted something.
Blake was simply available.
"That is to say, he finally showed his card to you tonight?"
Blake nodded: "Yes. After all, if he doesn't hurry up and show his cards, he won't have anything else to teach me about black magic."
Dumbledore was speechless again.
Even an evildoer like Blake can do it in just a few months.
Learn all the black arts that Voldemort has accumulated for so many years.
"I have to say, the appearance of a second face on a big bald head is indeed quite... um... scary."
Blake is still vividly portraying Quirrell in Two-Face.
Dumbledore pondered for a while, and then asked: "In order to win you over, he did spend a lot of money. But..."
"If you agree too simply when you know that the other party doesn't have much in stock, he may become suspicious."
Blake said: "Yes, I noticed that too, but...just when I was thinking about how to join in a little more naturally, he took the initiative to increase the size..."
"Overweight?" Dumbledore frowned, "The main way he tempts you to join is through black magic."
"But now, you have almost learned his black magic, how can he increase it? Could it be that he gave you a blank check?"
Blake said doubtfully, "I'm not sure if this is a bad check."
"Because he told me that when he regains his physical body, besides the more powerful black magic, he will also share with me the secret of eternal life..."
Dumbledore's expression became serious, "The secret of immortality? Did he really say that?"
"Well, he said, he's further along the road to immortality than anyone else," Blake added.
"Eternal life..." Dumbledore frowned, "Perhaps, he did master some special method.
"This is also a good explanation, why he can't die after the spell is rebounded...
Dumbledore pondered, he always felt that he seemed to overlook something...
Morning.
Blake was lying on the long table in the auditorium, full of resentment and crazily rushing homework.
I am full of ambition to fight wits and courage with the Dark Lord.
But in the end, I was told that homework cannot be avoided?
Old thief! Too much bullying!
Nagini thoughtfully brought him a cup of milk tea from the convenience store.
And a plate of cream puffs.
"Where did you go last night? Didn't do your homework?" Cedric said gloatingly.
"Cedric, believe it or not I told Nagini not to sell you anything.
"I believe it." Then Cedric didn't dare to speak.
"Ahem, if I write for you for 250, can you give me a discount?"
"I don't need it, thanks," Blake said impatiently.
But Cedric didn't give up.
In order to get a discount, in order to eat more magical snacks in convenience stores...
"Actually, I can help you with the dissertation on Transfiguration."
"Don't worry about the handwriting." Cedric said: "My changing spell is also very good, just use magic to make the handwriting look like yours...
However, Cedric's words were not finished yet.
I saw someone throw a piece of parchment full of words in front of Blake.
"Hey! Here you are. Next time, don't come to me for such a trivial matter!"
Cassandra folded her arms and raised her head proudly.
Hannah said: "But you write for him every day..."
"Hannah! You!"
Cassandra, who was brutally dismantled, couldn't hold back anymore, her face was red.
"Thank you so much, Cassandra! Grab whatever you want, I'll treat you!"
Blake quickly grabbed Cassandra's little hand, and took the parchment.
Cedric glanced at the content above.
Is it really a treatise on Transfiguration?
The handwriting is almost the same as Blake's?
Looks like there's no trace of the Transformation Curse at all?
So... Blake the bastard doesn't need to help him with his homework.
Is it because there are little beauties helping him with his homework every day?
Judging from Cassandra being able to help him with homework in Blake's handwriting familiarly.
This is definitely not the first time.....
damn!
How on earth did he do it!?
Fuck, I want to too...
Just when Cedric was envious and jealous.
"Blake, here's the Charms paper."
It was Cho Chang's voice, helping Blake with his Charms paper.
"History of Magic." Hermione said helplessly from behind.
At the same time, a piece of parchment was handed over.
Then several girls start looking at each other.
A surprised expression of "So you also help him with his homework?"
Cedric next to him was numb.
Is this bastard still a master of time management?
Fuck... I'm so envious...
Really, where am I compared to Blake?
You just say what's wrong with me?
I also want girls to help me with my homework!
Blake, dog thief! You're damned!
Someone tapped Cedric on the shoulder.
Then Marcus' voice came over.
"Pay attention to expression management, Cedric, your expression can no longer be described as ordinary...envious."
"Yeah... yeah, because (aiag) I'm so fucking jealous!"
Cedric's eyes were green.
Even an honest man like him couldn't help being rude, so one can imagine how much this stimulated him.
Marcus said, "I know that, Cedric, because...so do I....we're all..."
Cedric looked at the male students on the long table who were also stunned by this scene.
For a while, I felt that I had found an organization...
At the end of breakfast time.
Blake finally...
According to his words————“Completed all the homework entirely on my own strength!”
Still, no one would deny this.
Because, being able to make people willing to help themselves with their homework is also a manifestation of strength...
It's just that what makes people jealous is that the ones who help this bastard with his homework are all beautiful girls!
During the final exam, it happened to be six ears.
The hot weather makes everyone look groggy.
Especially when it comes to exams.
In the hot classroom, it is even more unbearable.
Because there are no fans in the castle...
When I finally finished the last subject, the history of magic exam.
Blake felt like he was going to collapse.
"Damn, can anyone tell me why Cuthbert Binns won't accept early submissions?"
"That's because it was less than ten minutes into the exam!" Hermione said through gritted teeth.
"What happened in ten minutes... I finished writing!"
Blake said nonchalantly.
He was already thinking about how to use alchemy to get the air conditioner out.
Hermione suddenly didn't want to talk to Blake very much now.
Especially after checking the answers with him...
57...
How did he manage to complete the entire test paper in such a short period of time and get all the answers right?
"I don't actually need to memorize the 'Werewolf Code of Conduct in 1637', and the elf rebellion. said Hermione.
Blake looked at Hermione strangely.
"What? You didn't memorize all the history of magic? You obviously studied for so long!"
Hermione gritted her teeth.
"Blake, you're bloody...
"Ding! Annoyed emotion detected!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a silver treasure chest!"
"Ahem...well, since the exam is over, we will have a week to rest.
"What could be more pleasant than this?"
"Regardless of the circumstances, we won't know how badly we did until next week, won't we?"
"So...how about we go to Hogsmeade?"
When Aberforth saw Blake step into his Hog's Head bar.
He carefully counted the girls following Blake.
"Hmmm... glad your.....orientation is normal...."
"But... Please don't tell me at the end that these are all your best friends."
Blake blushed, "They're all my good friends...men shouldn't be called girlfriends, should they?"
"Okay, come in with me, it's not suitable for you to be outside."
The pig's head pub is a good place for dark wizards to gather outside.
Not the right place for these little wizards.
Aberforth thoughtfully brought these little guys into the small compartment inside.
"Celebrating the end of the exam, huh? Then I think each of you should have a butterbeer."
"But we're not old enough to drink..." Hermione didn't finish her sentence.
Blake cut in, "Uncle Aberforth, have a big glass each! Best butterbeer!"
"Oh...then I guess you should bring enough money to pay the bill, right?"
Aberforth just liked Blake's unconventional nature.
One Dumbledore was unbearable enough.
Blake said to the hesitant Hermione: "Oh, come on. Butter beer. In fact, what difference does butter beer have to alcohol content and none?"
"Okay..." Hermione really wanted to taste what this legendary wizard's drink tasted like.
"Blake, do you have any plans for the summer vacation?" Cassandra put down her small satchel and asked directly.
"I? Hmm...do have some plans." Blake held out his hand and started counting his fingers.
"I plan to go back and visit Mrs. Marian first."
"Want to go last Christmas."
"But something happened temporarily."
"And then . . . I want to go and spend some time with Mr. Scamander."
"He's got a lot of really 'cute' fantastic animals there!"
"And then... I plan to go out and explore."
Blake remembered the secret place lying in his system warehouse.
He is already looking forward to the adventure in the secret realm.
However, these cannot be told to Cassandra and the others.
Soon, the butterbeer was served.
On top of the clear yellow wine, there is a layer of white froth, which looks similar to Muggle beer.
However, it has a more mellow wheat fragrance.
Hermione and the others quickly fell in love with this strange drink.
Just when everyone is thinking about what to do during the holidays.
An owl flew in through the window and landed in front of Blake.
Blake took the note from its mouth and opened it to take a look.
only one on the note
word.
"tonight."
"Who is looking for you?"
"Nothing, Cassandra, little things."
Blake stuffed the note back in his pocket without moving.
Cassandra saw that Blake didn't want to say anything, and didn't continue to ask.
She sipped her butterbeer, sneaking glances at Blake now and then.
After a long while, she mustered up the courage, and asked a little shyly:
"If...you are going to travel during the holidays, maybe you can..."
"Flopping!" Another owl flew in.
It happened to interrupt Cassandra's words.
Blake smiled apologetically at Cassandra.
Then take the note from the owl.
There was only one sentence on the note.
"I'm going to the Ministry of Magic today, and I seem very interested.
"You help me look after Harry."
Blake looked at the circled writing on the note and felt dizzy for a while.
Seriously, I just finished my exam and I'm ready to enjoy it.
The two of them started messing around again...
Look after Harry?
I'm not going!
If I don't make trouble, I'm already giving face!
Blake glanced at the girls chatting and laughing in the box, then at the owl.
Blake sighed resignedly.
"Uncle Aberforth?"
When Aberforth came in to deliver dessert, Blake stopped him.
"What's up? Blake? Want more drinks?"
"No...that...what is the magic spell that you can send a letter with a "whoosh" before."
"Huh? Just swish... oh... you mean the Patronus Charm to deliver the letter?"
"That's right!" Blake said, "Can you teach me that?"
"Why learn that for no reason? The method of using the Patronus Charm to send messages was created by Dumbledore. You can learn from him later."
"Can you teach me now? I need it urgently."
"Oh, Blake, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but this magic requires a Patronus Charm as a foundation."
"You haven't learned the Patronus Charm yet, so it's impossible to learn it in a short period of time..."
"And the Patronus Charm is not so easy..."
Aberforth had just finished speaking.
I saw a pure white phoenix standing in front of Blake.
Aberforth thought it was Dumbledore coming.
B...
Blake pointed to the phoenix patron saint standing on the table and asked innocently:
"The Patronus Charm, is this what you mean?"
"Ding! Shocked emotion detected!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a silver treasure chest!"
Aberforth froze for a moment.
Then he stroked his beard embarrassingly.
"Oh, it's not bad...... except for the fact that the patron saint is a phoenix......"
Aberforth was shocked in his heart, but his mouth was still very hard.....
How can someone at such a young age be able to master such advanced spells!
Is it still unreasonable?
Aberforth had to tell Blake the trick of getting the Patronus to pass the message.
This was originally the method used by the Order of the Phoenix to communicate.
So, it's okay to teach Blake.
"Although you know the Patronus, it's the first time you use it."
"So, even after recording the words, it may fail because the Patronus cannot be released."
"After all, this is still a bit difficult..."
"Whoosh!"
A pure white phoenix passed through the wall and flew towards the castle
Aberforth stared open-mouthed where the phoenix Patronus had disappeared.
I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.
"J?"
"Yeah...but you're right, Uncle Aberforth, this spell is pretty hard."
"Longer than the time I spent learning Patronus."
"That's it...cough cough, wait a minute!" Aberforth suddenly realized something was wrong.
…How long have you studied Patronus?"
"Uh, a minute?" Blake said uncertainly.
He was still in the orphanage at the beginning, and then he only relied on the spells of the Patronus Charm that he remembered from reading books in his previous life.
Then it worked on the first try...didn't really notice how long it took.....
Let's talk about it for a minute, because saying a few seconds is a bit like bragging.
However, he doesn't seem to realize that even a minute is too exaggerated!
Abufu thought about the time it took him to learn the Patronus Charm...
"Gudong Gudong!" Aberforth picked up a bottle of Fire Whiskey and downed it.
"Oh, don't be surprised, I'm fine, really...
"Ding! Autistic emotion detected!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a silver treasure chest!"
far away.
The headmaster's office at Hogwarts.
A pure white phoenix enters through the wall....
