Chapter 338 Blake: Huh? Did I Think So Much?

Old Rep rubbed the strange-looking gilt ring on his hand.

He could keenly feel the powerful power contained in this ring.

He could even faintly feel the ring calling him.

He seemed to hear whispers in his ears.

Old Lepp had a hunch that once he puts on this ring, he will get indescribable benefits.

Blake saw Old Rep's expression as he inspected the ring.

He had already seen the brilliance of old Lepp's new hair in his cloudy eyes.

"Presumably, you must have felt the power of this ring."

"But...again, you should think it through before deciding whether to wear it or not.

"After all, there is no free lunch."

Blake warned solemnly again.

Old Rep looked at Blake: "What will I lose after wearing this ring?"

Blake replied: "You will lose the power to die. You will also lose the freedom to disobey me."

Blake's words made it very clear.

Wearing this ring, as long as Blake doesn't allow it, old Rep won't even be able to die.

Old Rep looked at Blake in astonishment: "That's it?"

Blake frowned, "What do you mean... the consequences will be serious, right? You will lose your freedom! And then you will become my most loyal servant..."

"But I just volunteered to be your most loyal servant...my little master..."

Old Repp looked at Blake with a complicated expression.

"And...lose the power to die?"

"Merlin... I bet that there are many people in this world who are very willing to lose the power of death.

"No one wants to die. Otherwise, your life-extending potion wouldn't be so popular."

"So...why should I hesitate?"

Old Lepp said, picked up the ring and slowly put it on his right index finger.

White light flashed from Old Lepp's body.

He was pleasantly surprised to see that his once old body was becoming young and strong again at a speed visible to the naked eye!

And some unspeakable old wounds were healed directly.

At the same time, the Supreme Lord of the Rings that had been hidden in Blake's hand also flashed with a white light.

Immediately afterwards, Blake felt that his strength had increased a lot!

Old Lepp said with a smile: "Look, in addition to being stronger than before, my loyalty to you has not changed at all. Therefore, the price you mentioned is not worth it to me at all." Calculate the cost.”

Blake sighed, "Actually, I also have selfish motives and want to make you my little brother, so I really want you to wear a ring...

Old Lepp laughed again, "Of course! How can you give someone such a powerful power without asking for anything in return?"

"So, you don't have to feel so guilty...Oh...you are still young, so you must have no idea how comfortable it is to have an old injury suddenly healed, right?"

"Okay, okay, there's no need to comfort me, as long as you, old guy, don't feel aggrieved."

Blake waved his hand and said impatiently.

"After receiving such great benefits, if I still feel wronged, even Satan will be disappointed." Old Lepp said.

"Also, don't underestimate yourself. I would be very willing to be your servant! After all, throughout the history of the wizarding world, I have never seen a young wizard as talented as you!"

Old Lepp took out his pipe and filled it with tobacco leaves, and said with a smile: "If I follow you, I will definitely do great things in the future.

Blake quickly left the mountaintop base.

He didn't prepare rings of power for others.

Because, to refine a powerful ring, a lot of materials are needed.

Moreover, he has very high requirements for the candidates for the Nazgul.

The people at the base on the top of the mountain, except for Old Lepp.

Only Agatha barely met his requirements.

However, Blake was in no rush.

Moreover, Agatha's desire to fight is too strong.

It's not a good thing to give her the ring so early.

Therefore, after asking Lao Rep to keep the ring secret for the time being.

He took no time to return to Hogwarts.

Lockhart's problem is indeed solved.

However, he still has important things to do.

For example, the plan to treat the Longbottoms was postponed for several days.

When Blake returns to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was busy repairing the Chamber of Secrets with the professors.

There is no way, when that stone puppet is wreaking havoc in the secret room.

Even the castle on the ground felt the shock.

If not repaired.

Dumbledore is worried that Hogwarts Castle may collapse.

However, after knowing that Blake was back.

Dumbledore left the repair work to Snape and the others.

Then I planned to go to St. Mungo's with Blake.

"Are you sure you are really sure...?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but ask.

Even though he knew what Blake was capable of.

But he still has some concerns about gain and loss.

"Well, of course I'm sure." Blake nodded confidently.

However, his eyes kept glancing in the direction of the second floor.

"Okay...I know what you want to ask."

Dumbledore said helplessly.

"We just cleaned and reinforced it, but the 'big toy' is still in the secret room, and no one has touched it.

When Blake heard this, a smile suddenly broke out on his face.

What a big puppet!

Blake expressed great interest!

"I've written to Nico and he will be here soon.

"Perhaps you can catch up when we get back from St. Mungo's.

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Mr. Flamel is here too?!" Blake said in surprise.

"Well...after all, he is just as interested in such a big alchemy puppet as you are."

"You have to take this opportunity to ask Nico about alchemy."

Blake nodded.

It's strange to say that so many gold treasure chests have opened up many skills for him.

However, the proficiency in alchemy has not been revealed.

Therefore, alchemy is one of the few subjects that Blake has not reached its peak.

In this regard, Blake was even more grateful that he had found a way to keep Nico Flamel alive.

When Blake was about to open the door to the dimension, Blido stopped him.

"Don't forget what we said before, use that kind of magic sparingly."

"After all, your magic is borrowed power..."

"We can Floo from Minerva's office to St. Mungo's."

As Blake's abilities were revealed to Dumbledore little by little.

Dumbledore became more and more concerned about Blake's safety.

Borrowing power always comes with a price.

The being who lent his power to Blake was completely invisible to Dumbledore.

Therefore, he still hoped that Blake would not use the power of Supreme Magic so frequently.

"Okay..." Blake said helplessly.

In the past, both Dumbledore and Nico Flamel had told themselves not to use this power if they could help it.

But I really didn’t seem to listen much.

Because, only he himself knows that this power is completely obtained through free prostitution...

Dumbledore and the others didn't know that Blake relied on the power of the system for free, so it was normal to be worried.

Wait until you arrive at Professor McGonagall's office.

A chubby boy was already waiting there.

"Mr. Longbottom, you are ready to go." Dumbledore said softly.

Neville nodded timidly. "Okay, Professor..."

His too ordinary talent led him to develop this inferiority complex.

The current Neville is far from growing into the Gryffindor sword master he will be in the future.

Neville looked furtively at Blake.

He already knew from Dumbledore that Blake had a way to save his parents.

However, he did not dare to ask any more questions.

Blake nodded friendly towards Neville.

Although he was not very familiar with Neville, he had met him.

Then, Blake grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

He looked at Dumbledore: "Should I say St. Mungo's, or should I say the full name, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies?"

"Anything is fine," Dumbledore said.

"Oh..." Blake nodded and walked towards the fireplace, then he turned around and asked: "By the way, do you want to add a prefix? You know, there are actually St. Mungo's all over the world. branch, so should I call the British St. Mungo's?"

Dumbledore looked at Blake speechlessly, "You're not afraid, are you?"

"How could I be scared? I've just never used Floo powder before..." Blake muttered quietly.

Just kidding, with the skill of Dimension Gate.

He doesn't even bother to learn how to apparate!

When did you use floo powder...

Neville suddenly felt less nervous when he saw Blake like this.

Blake, who didn't know how to use Floo powder, made Neville feel a sense of intimacy inexplicably.

The feeling of alienation like meeting a big shot disappeared magically.

It turns out that even someone as powerful as Blake can't do something.

Dumbledore touched his beard and said, "Don't worry, even if you want to go to St. Mungo's abroad, you can't go because this fireplace is not connected to foreign countries..."

"Forget it... Mr. Longbottom, could you please give Blake a demonstration first?"

Neville nodded, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and walked into the fireplace.

He dropped the floo powder in his hand and said: "St. Mungo's..."

The green fire flickered, and then Neville disappeared from the fireplace.

Blake looked at the place where he disappeared with an interested expression on his face.

I have to say, things like floo powder are also very interesting.

Dumbledore suddenly said: "You think Neville is too nervous, so he deliberately pretends not to know how to use floo powder, right?"

"No..." Blake shook his head in denial.

"Neville's character is a bit inferior, so he will definitely feel uncomfortable when he sees you... this popular figure in the school staying with him, so you cleverly eliminated the relationship between you and him. The distance between them." Dumbledore said confidently.

Blake glanced at Dumbledore silently, no longer bothering to argue, "Just say yes..."

He didn't expect that even a character like Dumbledore would die one day...

Blake actually didn't think so much. He really hadn't used Floo powder much...

However, upon hearing Blake's admission, Dumbledore's face was filled with a smile of relief and pride.

As expected, she is indeed my own baby, so gentle...

Blake had no choice but to remain silent.

Why don’t I know that I have thought so much...

Green light flashes.

Two figures appeared from the fireplace in St. Mungo's Hall.

It was Blake and Dumbledore.

Blake was shaking the ash from his body hard.

Floo powder is actually quite convenient, but clothes can get dirty easily.

"Blake, you're here!" Therese Pye ran over happily.

He waved his wand diligently and helped Blake clean away the charcoal ash from his body.

Dumbledore waited for a while, only to find that Tris was only talking to Blake.

Didn't clean up after myself...

Dumbledore, who was automatically ignored, had no choice but to take action himself.

Hey... This brat, so attractive to girls, I don’t know who he looks like...

Neville had also arrived and was standing by the fireplace waiting for them.

He watched curiously as Blake chatted and laughed with the therapist girl.

Then he also looked at the charcoal ash on his body.

In the end, I had to use my palm to brush off the dust on my clothes.

It was just the dust that kicked up that made him sneeze several times.

At this time, at the door of St. Mungo's, a serious old woman wearing a long skirt, holding a large red handbag in her hand, and wearing a hat with a stuffed vulture on her head walked in.

After Neville saw the old woman, his body trembled slightly.

"Grandma..." Neville called timidly.

He is still very afraid of his grandmother.

Augusta Longbottom after seeing Neville.

There was a hint of softness in the stern eyes.

She rubbed Neville's head.

Then walked towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook Augusta's hands.

"Albus..."

When Augusta shook hands with Dumbledore, his tense face still showed excitement.

Even his voice was unusually choked.

Just because Dumbledore wrote and told her so.