Chapter 424 What? When I Woke Up, I Became The Largest Slave Owner In This Century?

Blake didn't ask for leave from herbal medicine class the next day after all.

When he came to the greenhouse.

No sight of Hermione yet.

But when Sprout came in.

Hermione suddenly appeared next to him.

Although Blake was prepared, he was also taken aback.

"You look a little haggard," Blake said.

Hermione put down the small bag Blake gave her, picked up the protective suit and put it on.

She raised her haggard face and looked at Blake.

"But you look less haggard than me. What did you do last night?"

Blake couldn't help but rub his dry eyes.

"I just stayed up late... You know, I always work hard."

"I studied a little hard last night."

"Well...it's okay. Just drink some magic potion and you'll get over it."

Hermione shook her head, "Anyway, it's not good to stay up late. Even though I have a lot of things to do...but I still can't stay up late."

.....and...thank you for the potion. "

The little pills Blake asked Crookshank to bring back to her that day were really useful.

No matter how sleepy you are, as long as you take a small pill, you will feel energetic again immediately.

"You're welcome..." Blake said casually while loosening the soil for the plants in the flower pots.

He looked at Hermione, and then asked tentatively: "You look very busy recently...what are you busy with?"

Hermione opened her mouth, remembering Professor McGonagall's advice, and then shook her head.

"No...it's nothing, I just took a few more elective courses. I'm a bit busy."

She flipped up her hair and said a little guiltily.

She seemed a little afraid of Blake continuing to ask further questions.

He quickly said: "Stop talking, Professor Sprout is looking over..."

Blake glanced at Professor Sprout.

Then he couldn't help but curl his lips.

Professor Sprout was patiently instructing Neville on how to loosen the soil of Aconitum.

When did you look over?

This method of changing the subject is too harsh.

However, he originally just asked casually.

Hermione didn't have to say it.

"Working too hard is not good for your health. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have time to come to me.

"Then you ask Crookshanks to find me, and I will send the medicine to you."

Blake said while playing with the aconite in the basin.

Hermione nodded, then shook her head.

"I...I'm not like you. I can't understand animals. How can I let Crookshanks find you?"

"Yeah..." Blake then remembered this.

He is a druid, whether it is flowers, plants, trees, animals, insects, or fish.

He can understand127 their words and communicate with them.

Over time, he got used to it.

Sometimes, he will ignore that others do not have this ability.

"Can't you understand what animals say..." Blake raised his head and muttered to himself.

Hermione looked at the flower pot where Blake was loosening the soil in surprise.

Because the pot of Wolfsbane Aconitum, which was originally a little wilted, actually bloomed a purple flower on the top at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Blake noticed Hermione's surprise and glanced at the flower pot in front of him.

"Oh...Sorry, I couldn't control it a bit.

He gently brushed his hand over the aconite.

The flowering Aconitum wolfsbane plant returned to its original state again.

It's as if the pot of wolfsbane aconite that bloomed just now is not this pot.

Facing Hermione's slightly speechless look.

Blake waved his hand, "Ahem, I didn't pay attention...

"I don't know how many people want your ability to 'not pay attention'." Hermione said softly.

As soon as the seeds are planted, Blake has the ability to make them sprout quickly.

She has really seen this ability before.

Ahead, Professor Sprout continues today's lecture.

And Blake didn't speak to Hermione again.

It's just that Hermione thought from his wandering gaze from time to time that he might be distracted, and she didn't know what weird things he was thinking about...

Blake, who has all kinds of magical abilities, will definitely go very high and far in the future.

Hermione looked away from Blake.

The anxiety that had always existed in my heart surged again.

If you don’t work harder...how can you keep up with him?

The herbal medicine class was over, and Hermione left in a hurry without having time to say a few more words to Blake.

There is no other way.

After using the time converter, the control of time will become very strict.

If you are slow for even a minute, something may go wrong...

Blake didn't say anything more and turned around and returned to the Room of Requirement.

In the morning, Dumbledore told him that the case between Peter and Sirius would be heard on September 20th.

Moreover, Dumbledore also said that his help was not needed during this period.

Let him do things that interest him...

Blake knew what he meant.

Dumbledore is still thinking about Blake's future time travel.

He hoped that Blake could use the time now to prepare well.

Room of Requirement.

Blake used the (bdbj) system to check every plant planted here.

After such a long period of cultivation.

These magical plants, at least, have mutated five times.

Whatever was bad, Blake ruthlessly removed.

What is left behind are magical plants whose genetics are strong enough and stable enough.

After Blake checked these magical plants.

He turned around and sat on the chair in front of the wooden house.

Then he put the half-mended bag that day on the table and continued the work of sewing.

Although the top-quality plant collection package originally rewarded by the system is very powerful.

But there are still too few places, and the plants that can be accommodated are limited.

He observed the structure of the collection bag with his true eye.

Then I took out the drawings.

Now, he is trying to imitate that collection bag.

Create a larger collection bag.

This kind of magic prop has become very complicated after alchemical analysis...

Blake had to put a lot of effort into it.

Suddenly, the movement of his hand stopped again.

"Beck, are you looking for me?"

"Snapped!"

The house elf Baker appeared in front of Blake.

"I'm very sorry, Master Blake. Bebek is sending you a message because the owl of Mr. Carlos cannot find you."

I saw Baker looking scared because he had disturbed the owner.

Blake didn't say anything else so as not to aggravate his fear.

"Tell me, what's wrong with Tulep?"

The Mr. Carlos that Baker was talking about was, of course, old Rip, Rip Carlos.

Although he was also taught the Dimension Gate by Blake, if it was not in a very urgent situation.

He would not directly use the dimensional gate to find him.

"Master Blake, Mr. Carlos asked Baker to tell Master Blake that the matter discussed with you last night encountered some trouble and did not go well. He will discuss the details with you."

Blake said to Baker: "Okay, I understand, you go back first."

It can be seen that Old Rip does not really trust this house elf who was sent by Grindelwald to take care of Blake.

Therefore, when he was asked to relay information, he only talked about what was discussed last night, rather than directly talking about recruiting house elves.

Blake admired Old Rep's caution and attentiveness.

However, what Old Rep didn't know was that Blake had already added Baker to the system directory.

Now Baker is the only master...

"Yes, Master Blake." Baker said respectfully, snapped his fingers, and disappeared.

Blake rubbed his chin.

trouble?

What kind of trouble would you run into recruiting a few house elves?

Blake opened the dimensional door and went directly to the mountaintop base.

Old Rip was sitting in a lounge chair at the door of his house, smoking a pipe.

"Good day, Master Blake."

"You said you were in trouble? What kind of trouble?"

Blake sat down on a chair next to him and asked straight to the point.

"Hmm... This trouble is not a big one, but it's a little too small."

Old Repp blew out a smoke ring, and then said: "When I went there this morning, I discovered that those house elves had been recruited by others."

"Oh?" Blake frowned, "Do you know who got there first?"

"I heard it was a young witch. I heard she just took away all the elves this morning. We were a step too late," Old Lepp said.

Blake complained: "Look, it's all your fault for sleeping in last night."

When Old Lepp heard this, he choked on his pipe.

"Ahem...you...you are sleeping in if you can't get up in the morning! Going to bed at three or four in the morning cannot be called sleeping in.

Old Lepp coughed and protested.

"Forget it, house elves are not the only ones who can gather information."

Blake looked at a bird standing in the tree nearby.

He is a druid. If not, he can train an army of small animals to use as his pawn.

However, small animals cannot understand human speech and cannot relay information.

If you really want to train small animals, you have to prepare some extra inconspicuous alchemy equipment suitable for small animals to carry.

For example, it's the same thing as the pinhole camera I saw in my previous life.

This is his second plan, but...

To manufacture so much equipment, you still need to set up a workshop, which is a bit troublesome.

"Aren't you curious who that young witch is?"

After Old Rep calmed down, he encouraged Blake.

"Not curious. Those elves stay in that place for a long time..."

"Others are not fools, and the things I can think of can also be thought of by others.

"As long as there is a more sober person who is not so discriminatory towards this kind of creature, it is not our turn to pick up the slack.

Having said that, it's still a bit unpleasant to be cut off.

Blake took out an apple and took a bite.

Trying to use the sweet taste of fruit to relieve your depressed mood.

Old Lepp also smoked a big pipe to relieve his depression.

For a moment, everyone in the Yin family fell silent.

Suddenly, Blake felt the energy of the Supreme Magic in his mind fluctuate slightly.

Huh? Someone is using the dimensional gate to locate me?

Blake was very confused, hadn't Cassandra and the others been brought to him by him?

How come...

Blake hasn't figured it out yet.

The atmosphere of silence was broken.

"Stab it!"

"Ahem, is there anyone?"

The familiar sound of a dimensional door opening.

Along with the crisp human voice, it reached the ears of two people, one old and one young.

I saw a small dimensional door opened in mid-air

The sound came from the fist-sized dimensional door.

"Yes..." Blake replied.

He felt that the voice sounded familiar.

"Stab it!"

The dimension door suddenly enlarged.

A familiar figure walked out.

And behind her, there were many thin figures...

Blake almost dropped the apple in his hand.

"Aunt Ariana?! How could you..."

"You mean the Gate of Dimensions? You taught me that. Oh... Of course, it wasn't taught by you now."

"Hey, this magic is very useful, but I can't use it when you're not here.

"But...it's great to be able to use it now."

Ariana said with a smile.

Blake is the world's "wifi hotspot" using supreme magic

With him here, you can use supreme magic in this world.

There is indeed nothing wrong with what Ariana said.

Blake looked at the large group of house elves following Ariana.

"So...you were the one who cut my hair this morning?"

"Jie Hu? No, I'm doing you a favor." Ariana said innocently.

"You helping me?" Blake's eyes widened.

"Oh... In fact, it's you in the future who asked me to help you in the present."

"You tell me in the future that you want to train an intelligence army composed of house elves, right?"

"So, I haven't done anything during these years of dormancy."

Seeing Ariana's smile, Blake's eyes suddenly lit up.

"That is to say... you have already started doing this after I left in the future?"

"Oh, you are so smart." Ariana looked at the house elf behind her.

Then he put a small sign into Blake's hand.

"Now, the command of this intelligence army will be officially handed back to you starting today. With this little sign, you can summon any of their elves at any time."

Blake asked hopefully: "How many house elves are there in total?"

"Well...except for the batch of house elves collected this morning that haven't been trained yet."

"You now have twenty-five thousand three hundred and sixty-two trained house elves as intelligence agents."

Blake's eyes widened in shock. "Take... take the young man?"

"Twenty-five thousand three hundred and sixty-two in total," Ariana repeated.

"So many? Are there so many house elves in this world?"

"It turns out there is none." Ariana flipped her hair and continued: "But, over the years, in addition to training them using the methods you left behind, I have also been encouraging them to reproduce..."

Blake asked doubtfully: "But, it's only been seventy or eighty years, so it's impossible to have so many all at once, right?"

"Yes, there really wasn't one originally, but you... you left a magic potion formula. As long as the house elves who drink this magic potion can give birth to several babies... this There are three or four generations of house elves in there. How many do you think there are?"

Blake closed his mouth.

House elves are actually almost the same as humans, even if they are more than ten years old.

And their lifespans are very long, according to what Ariana said.

The first generation of house elves she had just recruited back then are still capable of reproducing...

"I recruited them in your name, so there is only one master of these house elves, and that is you.

"So, congratulations, you have become the largest slave owner in this century." Ariana said with a smile.

Blake's mouth twitched slightly.

Okay, although this title is not very nice, but...

I was originally planning to create it from scratch, but to my surprise, I had already reached the full level.

I have to say, this feeling is really... quite refreshing.

If Ariana also had a mood chest system.

Then I'm going to have to blow up a supreme treasure chest for her. .