Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"Eh...pervert..." The girls around him quickly took several steps away from Marcus.

"Ah! Blake, you bastard!"

"Don't hit it! This is your favorite broom!"

"I have plenty at home!"

"Oh, I knew that men's words are deceitful."

"Last night you said it was your little sweetheart, but today you said there are too many at home..."

"Blake, I'm going to break your legs today!"

As a result, Blake was naturally unharmed.

Instead, the tall and strong Marcus lay on the ground.

"Look! This is what needs practice!"

"And you said you didn't need to join the dueling club?!"

"Did you see that? You can also have such dueling skills by just joining the duel club!"

The little badgers clapped their hands.

Only the world where Marcus was injured was achieved...

Cedric gave Blake a thumbs up in surprise.

"You are worthy of being Professor Quirrell's favorite student!"

"Even a seventh-year graduate like Marcus can't beat you!"

Blake's smile instantly faded.

Then I got goosebumps.

You are Voldemort's favorite student!

"Cedric, you said it very well, don't say it next time!"

A world where only Marcus and Blake were hurt, and...

……

Just as expected.

Blake was immediately flooded with applications.

Register your name, collect the application forms...

These jobs are troublesome and boring.

As the chairman, Black naturally wouldn't do it himself.

So he decided to delegate the tasks to his subordinates.

But...what should I do if I have no one under my command?

Cedric didn't run away after all.

Blake enthusiastically invited me to help with club affairs.

The help Black mentioned was to hand over all the Hufflepuff registration forms to him...

As for Blake himself...

"I need to go to other colleges to promote it, Cedric. As the president of the club, I am very busy."

Cedric looked at Blake's back with resentment on his face.

"You won't have a single piece of dessert tonight! I said!"

……

Blake slipped out of the common room.

After a long time, he would occasionally receive treasure chests from the resentful Cedric.

Next Blake intercepted Cassandra on the road.

Then I told her about the Duel Club.

And asked her to go back and help promote it.

There is no way, every college must promote this club.

But Slytherin...it seems like I have some grudge against them.

I only know Cassandra, a Slytherin...

So, just leave this matter to Cassandra.

Next up Gryffindor… doesn’t need Black propaganda at all.

Black felt as if he hadn't even returned to the Hufflepuff common room yet.

The Gryffindors already knew about this.

How could the brave little lions refuse to learn the skills of fighting?

Black entrusted the matter to Hermione.

I also want her to take this opportunity to communicate more with other little wizards.

Otherwise, she might not have many friends in the future.

Of course, the prerequisite is that she does not show her habit of preaching when promoting.

And then……

As the chairman, Blake handed over all the work to others.

He strolled back to the Room of Requirement to do his business...

The dueling club did attract a lot of young wizards to sign up.

It just takes someone to get the word out.

Then you will know which classmate to register with.

Will suffice.

Blake doesn't need to worry about the work after that.

Because after all the application forms are collected.

The ones we should worry about are those guys in the student union.

……

In the evening, serve as the student union president.

When the tall Slytherin boy was about to leave the student union office to eat.

A pile of registration forms was piled in front of him.

The student council president looked at Penelope in front of him in shock.

"Application form for membership in the Duel Club?"

"That's right!" Penelope said excitedly.

"Hiss... I didn't expect so many people in Hogwarts would want to join the Dueling Club..."

When the other members of the student union saw the pile of registration forms in front of them.

My teeth are about to break.

Of course, the student union president doesn't need to do small tasks like registration.

and so……

They are the only ones who can’t go to eat!

But... even though this pile is very thick, if I work until eight o'clock in the evening, I should be able to...

But they weren't done thinking.

Penelo over there started to finish off the opponent.

"No! This is not the Hogwarts membership application form... Uh, I mean, not for the whole school. This stack is only for our Ravenclaw..."

"Ah?" All the members of the student union looked at Penelope in amazement.

"You mean, there are still three stacks of such a big pile?" Even the Chairman was gritting his teeth.

If the workload is too heavy, he might have to stay and help.

"No, no! Most of us Ravenclaws don't like to do things by ourselves, so many of us didn't participate." Penelope answered honestly.

"Hiss..." Everyone gasped.

That is to say...

Ravenclaw has the smallest stack?

They just thought so.

The door was opened.

Harry, Ron and Hermione each walked in holding a stack of registration forms.

When the three piles of registration forms were piled together.

Even the president of the student union was a little dazed.

Damn, there are half as many Gryffindors as there are Ravenclaws!

Then Cassandra came in.

Behind him, Goyle and Crabbe each walked in holding a large stack of registration forms.

Then, it was Cedric.

This honest child brought the application form by himself...

Of course, everyone only noticed it when he put down the registration form.

To see his face...

"No...are there so many people in Hogwarts?!" The student union president couldn't help but swear.

"Ah... no, no, it's just that the parchment is a little thick..." Cedric said gruffly.

"Hiss... Let me think, there seems to be a spell that can quickly register..."

The student union president felt like he was hallucinating...

"Is it too late for us to quit the student union now?"

……

At dinner time.

Blake came to the auditorium to eat.

Then he was satisfied to hear the young wizards talking about the Dueling Club.

When he sat down.

Only then did I realize that there was nothing in front of me!

"Where's my dessert?" Blake scratched his head.

"Haha!" Cedric sneered.

"Hiss...did you do this?"

"It wasn't me!" Cedric said, unaware that there were still cake crumbs in the corners of his mouth.

Blake suddenly smiled.

Then he stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the table.

The next second, desserts were piled up in front of him again.

Cedric's face fell instantly.