Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

They all have their own magic.

That is to say...

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Blake's head.

Perhaps he doesn't need to inject magic into the ancient runes himself to activate them!

All we have to do is find a way to activate the material's own magic!

In this case.

Just seal the magic of the material itself!

Just do it!

Blake first scraped off a small piece of walnut with a carving knife.

Then he cast a spell to seal the weak magic power above.

Then the ancient rune representing "fire" was engraved on it.

Afterwards, Blake unlocked the magic seal.

Just throw that little piece of wood out!

After the small piece of wood flew in the air for a while.

"Whoosh!" and it caught fire!

Blake said with a smile. "Ha! It feels a bit like a grenade!".

Chapter 77 Snape: Do I need a reason to deduct points?!

Hermione and Cassandra looked surprised again.

Judging from the small piece of wood that Blake threw out.

Prove that Black's conjecture is correct.

The small piece of wood was different from the parchment in Cassandra's hand.

The parchment began to burn as soon as it was infused with magic power.

And it took a while for the small pieces of wood to start burning!

This proves a point.

That is, Blake successfully solved the core problem of the magic scroll.

...Delayed outbreak!

It seems so.

The idea of ​​the magic scroll wants to come true.

It seems to have become much simpler.

Hermione and Cassandra were surprised.

Except for Blake's fantastic idea about the magic scroll.

And Black's terrifying research speed...

This guy seemed to have just talked to the two of them for a while.

Then the inspiration came.

And then.

This problem has been solved...

And according to what Blake said.

It seems that he just started studying the magic scroll today.

In just one morning...

They had two Potions classes.

Blake not only had new ideas.

The experiment was successfully completed...

Blake heard the system prompts in his head keep ringing.

He couldn't help but glance at Hermione and Cassandra.

"Are you so surprised?"

"It's just an experiment with the idea of ​​ancient runes."

"It's just a little experiment."

Cassandra took a deep breath.

"A little experiment?"

"Do you know how outrageous you are?"

"If this magic scroll of yours can really produce a finished product."

"Then your achievement will definitely not be lower than the achievement of cultivating the mutated magical plant!"

"You just started the experiment today, right?"

"But you have already succeeded in most of your research!"

Blake shook his head.

"It's too early to say that we're halfway to success."

“Although using walnut as a carrier now does solve the problem.”

"But... this cost is quite expensive."

"It's still a long way from my previous idea of ​​being cheap and practical..."

"Hmm... How can we make this 'magic scroll' cheaper?"

Cassandra and Hermione saw that Black was about to enter his research state again.

They dragged him up without any prior agreement.

“Stop studying!”

"If you don't go eat now."

“Maybe I won’t have to eat.”

"Don't forget, you still have Potions class this afternoon."

"You don't want to be late and have Snape pick on you, do you?"

Blake was brought back to the cruel reality.

"Tsk...Snape is looking for trouble?"

"It seems like even if I'm not late, I can't avoid it."

Blake remembered that he had indeed offended the old bat a little before.

He had expected to be embarrassed during the afternoon class.

"Okay, I'm going to eat."

"Ah, I envy you guys so much, you don't have classes in the afternoon..."

……

The afternoon Potions class starts at half past one.

Blake thought this was really unreasonable.

Half past one...

If it's normal.

This is still during nap time...

But it has to be used for such a boring Potions class.

After Blake finished his meal.

Pack up all the Potions tools and textbooks.

Hurried to Snape's dungeon classroom.

The underground classroom is much colder than the main castle building above.

There are many strange specimens placed along the walls.

the strange thing is.

In such a gloomy...

It can even be said that the environment is a bit scary.

Blake actually felt a little comfortable...

Blake thought he must be sick.

Half past one.

The door of the basement classroom was opened with a bang.

Snape dragged a long black cloak.

Walked in quickly.

It looks like a black bat flying on the ground.

He stood on the podium.

Then he swept his unique sharp eyes across the class.

Then he paused on Blake's body.

Blake's heart paused.

"Well, I'm sure I'll find fault."

Snape picked up a directory.

He began his roll call.

"Hannah Abbott."

……

"…Blake Green."

"Here, Professor." Blake raised his hand expressionlessly.

Snape kept his eyes on Black's face.

"Oh... yes, Mr. Green."

"A good student who is deeply trusted by Dumbledore..."

"I want to see what you are capable of."

"How can I get the principal's attention?"

The young wizards, who had already heard of Snape's personality and habits, looked at Black with worry.

obviously.

Blake was unfortunate enough to be in today's class.

Snape concentrated on embarrassing the poor guy.

Just like what they heard at lunch.

Just like Harry Potter who was picked on in the morning.

After Snape finished calling the names.