Chapter 532 Mrs. Worley: If I Meet Blake When I’M At School...

"Jingle Bell!"

The restaurant door was pushed open.

A handsome man wearing a tuxedo, a high-polite hat, and an exquisite cane walked in.

His attire made him look like he had just run out of a banquet.

However, the people in the restaurant turned a blind eye to his weird costume, as if they had become accustomed to it.

A prim-looking middle-aged man came over and looked like he was a waiter in this restaurant.

He asked angrily: "Still the same?"

"Yes, the same thing." The handsome man took off his hat and handed it to the middle-aged man, then found a window seat and sat down.

Although his appearance is handsome, his face is too pale, but this also gives him a different temperament.

A ray of sunlight filtered in from the window and fell on his pale face, making him frown slightly and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

However, despite this, he did not change his position to avoid the sunshine that disgusted him.

Not only that, he also moved his body outside again so that his body could get more sunlight. It looked like he was venting his energy with the sun.

"Your medium-rare veal steak, and...a copy of the Daily Prophet." The middle-aged waiter came over with a dinner tray.

"Thank you." The handsome man didn't say much. He picked up the knife and fork and quickly cut off a small piece of steak with bloodshot eyes and put it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes and chewed, with a trace of intoxication on his face.

"Well...the beef is very fresh and the blood tastes delicious...but it's a pity that it's not as delicious as human blood."

"I wish you a pleasant meal, Dracula." The middle-aged waiter seemed to have not heard his words. He said angrily, turned around and left.

Dracula looked at his back, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and picked up the "Daily Prophet" next to him.

In the newspaper, a photo of Blake standing helplessly in a pool of blood came into view.

Dracula's eyes did not linger on the article, but fell on the logo of the "Daily Prophet".

Suddenly, a red glimmer flashed across his eyes, and then the content of the "Daily Prophet" in his eyes completely changed.

The lines of writing and the moving pictures gradually disappeared from the newspaper.

Instead, there is a short message.

Dracula read the entire book at a glance, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

He looked out the window again and looked at the sunlight falling on the street. At the same time, the "Daily Prophet" in his hand returned to its original state again [as if the changes just now had not happened.

Dracula quickly turned his eyes back again, this time, his eyes fell on the newspaper and Blake's photo.

"Blake Green, the son of Dumbledore and Grindelwald? It's really interesting...but this task is quite simple."

Godric Valley.

Blake opened the window and let the owl fly out.

He just sent a form to Professor McGonagall, which contains the teaching materials, teaching aids and course selection criteria that students will need in the next semester.

Blake required that if you want to take alchemy courses, you must also take ancient runes.

Because alchemy and ancient runes are inextricably linked, without the ancient runes, alchemy would lose at least half of its content.

Blake sat back on the chair and focused his attention on the two small clay figurines the size of his hands placed on the desk.

He stretched out his finger and tapped the heads of the two little clay figurines, and then, the two little clay figurines suddenly started to move!

It looked like two wizards dueling. However, their waving of wands did not emit any magic.

These two little clay figures are the simplest magic puppets created by Blake. This is the most basic application of alchemy. It only requires a little basic ancient runes to construct a superficial magic circuit to achieve this effect.

In fact, in the wizarding world, these magic puppets are quite common.

For example, in Wizard's chess that wizards often play, the chess pieces have the ability to walk automatically. After capturing the opponent's chess pieces, they have their own finishing moves, such as

Pull out your sword and chop off the opponent's chess piece's head or something...

Of course, in addition to these low-level magic puppets, there are also many high-level magic puppets in the world.

For example, there are many such stone statues in Hogwarts, and they have been silently guarding the safety of Hogwarts for thousands of years.

Only the professor has the power to activate these magic puppets to protect the campus, and the magic spell that activates these magic puppets, Blake still remembers, is the "stone pier" movement, the legendary McGonagall happy spell...

Alchemy is relatively boring most of the time, but the making of magic puppets is the only one among this boring alchemy that Blake feels is not so boring.

He felt that starting from this point of teaching would be a good start...

There was no way, even if Dumbledore asked him to be a professor, he couldn't really mess up.

Thinking of this, Blake stopped the two small magic puppets that were still moving, then picked up a small carving knife and began to carefully carve various ancient runes on the magic puppets. This will It will be his best teaching aid after he starts school.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

Blake put down the carving knife and said, "Come in."

Nagini opened the door and walked in, holding an address book in her hand.

"When do you decide to visit Cassandra's house?"

Blake asked doubtfully: "Cassandra asked you?"

"Yes, she left me a message." Nagini flipped through her address book.

"Why didn't that little fool ask me?"

Nagini said helplessly: "Don't you remember? She asked you many times. But you said you didn't have time and had to wait... I think she was a little afraid that she would ask Too much, it will make you annoying.”

"Well, it's indeed my problem..." Blake scratched his head. He had indeed been busy with alchemy recently, but from this point of view, it was indeed difficult to delay this matter.

Cassandra really hopes that she can reach a reconciliation with her father...

Besides, if reconciliation cannot be achieved, Mr. Jue Lei will never allow Cassandra to participate in his around-the-world trip in August.

It seems that it's already July, but Blake hasn't taken any action yet. It's strange that Cassandra isn't in a hurry.

"Okay, let's go tomorrow." Blake said and put away everything on the table.

Next, he had to prepare how to communicate "friendly" with Mr. Jue Lei tomorrow.

"Okay, let me reply to Cassandra. I will say, 'Blake is preparing to visit tomorrow and wants to give you a surprise.' I think Cassandra will be very happy." Nagini held it The address book walked out of Blake's room.

"Ah...Okay." Blake did not refuse Nagini's kindness.

He looked at the blue sky outside the window, feeling a little bored in his heart. How would he deal with Cassandra's father tomorrow...

Suddenly, he remembered some of the conversations he had with Grindelwald.

Grindelwald once told him that everyone has their own weaknesses. As long as you grasp these people's weaknesses and give them some appropriate benefits, you can control people's hearts smoothly.

Many things are difficult to do just because you haven't found the right method, just like a mouse trying to drag an egg, completely helpless.

However, once the mouse can think that the egg is oval, it may be able to think of a way, such as pushing it...

He had never tried to understand this sentence in the past, but looking back now, it seemed that he could make good use of it?

Then, Blake began to figure out, for example, what Mr. Worley cared about most, what he was most afraid of, and what his little secret was...

"Beck..." Blake called softly.

The house elf Baker immediately appeared in front of him.

"I need some information, some information about Mr. Worley...

The next day, Worley Manor.

Cassandra got up early, and after a quick breakfast, she ran around the house, making various preparations excitedly.

Finally, he ran back to his room, seemingly wanting to choose what kind of clothes he would wear next...

This scene made Mr. Worley feel sour. However, there was no other way. He had already promised his daughter that he would have a good talk with Blake today.

If he doesn't keep his promise... Cassandra will only become farther and farther away from him in the future.

Mrs. Warley held her chin and looked at her husband's face. She had maintained this posture for a long time, but Mr. Warley paid no attention at all.

His attention was all on his daughter, who was "flying around" at home like a butterfly.

"Have you ever thought about a question?" Mrs. Warley suddenly asked.

"What...what?" Mr. Worley asked feebly.

"Having seen a boy like Blake, will Cassandra be interested in other boys in the future?"

Mrs. Worley's soul torture made Mr. Worley feel like he was struck by lightning.

In fact, this is indeed the case... Among Cassandra's peers, there is no other boy as good as Blake.

In the past, Cassandra was extremely proud. No matter who she faced, she would always have a bit of arrogance on her face.

However, as long as Blake is present, his daughter's face will have an expression that he has never seen before.

If he had to describe it, it would be worship......

Therefore, if Cassandra cannot be with Blake in the end, then it is unlikely that she will fall in love with anyone else again...

Even if she finally found a relatively good person to settle for...she wouldn't be able to feel any happiness.

Thinking of this, Mr. Worley began to feel sad again.

"Oh...I...I just don't want her to be cheated." Mr. Worley defended weakly.

"You don't understand...my dear. If there had been such a boy in the school when I was in school, I would have been tempted." Mrs. Worley said with a smile.

"Huh?!" Mr. Worley's eyes widened.

"Ahem, I'm not saying that you weren't good enough before, dear, I just want to say... even if you were good before, there is still a huge gap compared to Blake.

Mrs. Worley explained quickly.

However, it was okay that she did not explain. This explanation made Mr. Worley feel even more blocked.

What's even more chilling is that he himself knows that what his wife said is all the truth...

"."Okay...I...I will talk to him carefully. I just hope that he is really a good person and can really be good to my daughter... ...Otherwise, even if I try to be cast aside by the wizarding world, I will melt that kid!"

At the end of the speech, Mr. Lei waved his right hand excitedly.

Blake stood outside the Woley Manor, tiptoeing and looking at the scenery inside the iron gate.

One word, big, two words, so big!

In recent years, thanks to his help, the Woley family's business has reached a higher level, and the Woley Manor has become more and more luxurious.

Just wo

Mr. Lei seems to be a little confused all the time.

Suddenly, the iron door opened automatically, and a house elf with a good spirit was waving to Blake.

Blake can tell from the admiration for him in his eyes... This elf is also the elf lurking under his own control...

It can only be said that Ariana, who has been operating in hiding for seventy or eighty years, is really capable.

Blake soon met Cassandra again.

Cassandra was wearing a light green dress with the lucky potion necklace Blake gave her around her neck, looking bright and moving.

Green... such a color that is not easy to match, looks extremely suitable on Cassandra.

I can only say that she is beautiful, even if she wears a quilt and comes out, she is still bright and moving...

Next to Cassandra, Mrs. Warley was as radiant as her daughter. All I can say is that my wife still looks charming...

However, compared with his wife and daughter, Mr. Worley's mental outlook is a bit not good.

With a slightly stiff face, he greeted Blake for a few words and then welcomed him in.

Nagini also came with Blake. After all, she promised to "protect" Blake's safety.

But she did not choose to enter Warley Manor with Blake, but waited for him outside the manor. Because she knew (good thing) that Blake had to go alone today

suitable.

In the living room, wait until there is a cup of hot tea in front of Blake.

Cassandra and Mrs. Worley found an excuse to get lunch and left the living room.

Mr. Worley and Blake were left alone in the living room.

Both of them knew that this was a space for conversation that Cassandra and the others deliberately left for them.

Mr. Worley took a deep breath, and then said: "Blake...I know you are indeed excellent, and I also know that you have provided a lot of help to our Worley family. Let

The Woley family has regained its vitality...but...because of Cassandra, I still have a lot of prejudices against you...You can say that I am a daughter slave, You could also say I'm ungrateful

Justice or something... However, as long as it concerns Cassandra... anything must be done later. You...don't know if you can understand what I mean..."

Blake picked up the tea and took a sip, and said calmly: "Of course I can understand your thoughts, sir... This is why I still don't hold grudges against you after being treated like this.

s reason. "

"Then you should know where my biggest prejudice against you is." Mr. Worley said: "There are too many girls around you... I'm not sure whether you have always been

Although you can be kind to Cassandra, I am worried that some of your choices will hurt Cassandra! This is also the fundamental reason why I have always opposed her being with you.

Mr. Worley's idea is very simple, that is, Blake is too good, so good that there are always many good girls around him.

He really wasn't sure if Blake could really devote himself to Cassandra. If he couldn't do it, then Cassandra would definitely be hurt! This was something he couldn't accept.

.

"Sir, I understand your concerns, but with all due respect, you can't completely ban her from making friends just because you are worried about her getting hurt. Have you ever thought about it? You are limiting her

When he was free, he was already hurting her?"