Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"And I...will share with you...a different future."

The audience burst into applause again.

I don't know what's going on, Blake at this time.

She exudes a unique charm.

People will not look down on him because of his age.. ......

Instead, you'll have a strange feeling of enjoying listening to him.

Dumbledore in the staff chair.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

What's up with this familiar speaking posture?

What's going on with this strong sense of déjà vu?

What's going on with this familiar feeling?

What's new?

Do you want to talk about strength?

And…what does it mean that the moment has come?

What do you want to do, kid?

Share a different future?

Hiss...What kind of future do you want to create?

Black had no idea how complex Dumbledore's psychology was.

Wait until the applause dies down again.

Blake walked slowly forward.

"My brothers... my sisters..."

He stretched out his hands.

"My friends."

"Your enthusiastic applause is not a gift to me, but a gift to yourselves."

"Not everyone is brave enough to learn how to fight, how to resist..."

"So, applaud your own bravery."

The applause broke out again, accompanied by the Weasley twins' exaggerated cheers.

Because I heard the word resistance.

Everyone simultaneously recalled the experience of working together to resist Snape not long ago.

Snape stood expressionless.

He has become a little numb to this guy Blake.

"Some people say... young wizards only need to learn the spells and skills necessary for life in school, that's enough."

"Learning combat skills is superfluous and useless..."

"but!"

“I think this statement is completely wrong!”

"It is true that even if we learn how to fight, we may not be able to use it in many cases."

"But... this cannot be a reason for us to give up this essential skill!"

"I think we want to make ourselves stronger, we crave power, and this is a very legitimate need..."

"because……"

"Even if we desire power, it doesn't mean we are bad people!"

"It doesn't mean that we should use this power to do evil!"

"We crave power because when someone's sword is pointed at our throats."

"We can resist!"

"We crave power because someone points a magic wand at the people we care about most."

"We can resist!"

"We crave power because others treat us like dogs."

"We can resist!"

"We want to be powerful because we all want to be able to resist being bullied when we need it."

"And this... is the original intention of establishing the Duel Club!"

"So... friends, don't feel ashamed because you have the ambition to become stronger! Because it's not shameful!"

"Bravely joining our Dueling Club is the best choice you made at Hogwarts!"

"We can guarantee one thing."

"That is... even if you are in different industries in the future."

"But when it's time to pick up your wands and fight, you won't be at the mercy of others like you were more than ten years ago!"

"Clap, clap, clap!" The applause was thunderous again.

Everyone has a feeling of blood boiling.

Because they all remembered the wizard war more than ten years ago.

A pig-like Death Eater, just because he knows a Dark Magic or two.

You can show off your power in front of a large group of wizards and do evil.

Because of what?

It’s because of the people at that time.

Many of them are not good at fighting.

Because of the lack of strength, there is also a lack of courage to resist.

So……

In that era, the brave warriors who rose up in resistance were so precious.

The professors on the faculty have all experienced that era.

Therefore, at this moment, no one could understand better than them how correct Blake's words were!

Even Snape, who hated Black, had to admit in his heart that the little bastard was right.

Wait until the applause dies down again.

Blake continued:

"The blood of the times has shown us the right path..."

“So, my friends… those of us who seek change!”

“The time for change has come.”

"Let us stand up and take the power that we deserve in this world!"

Warm applause rang out again.

The vertical pupils in Quirrell's eyes flashed again.

Even Voldemort wanted to directly seize control of Quirrell's body.

Applause to Blake.

What a high-sounding reason...

Although it was childish for him, it was just right for Dumbledore!

Didn’t you see that the old guy has started wiping his tears?

This guy is really a talent!

After today’s presentation!

Then Blake wants to pursue power in the future.

Now there is a legitimate reason!

Even Dumbledore wouldn't say anything.

So…Blake.

Is this all part of your plan?

nice……

Quirrell! I must bring him into my camp! .

Chapter 107: Blake: I am just a first-year wizard, I don't have that kind of powerful magic

In the faculty seat.

Dumbledore raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

Of course, he was not wiping tears as Voldemort guessed.

But wiping sweat...

"Well said, don't say it again next time..."

Dumbledore still has some lingering fears.

Blake's speech above.

Jumping around madly in the minefield.

I almost thought he had gone astray.

In the end, I realized that I was overthinking.

Then Dumbledore found himself sweating.

Such a good child must not go astray!

Dumbledore was glad that he had managed to keep his composure in the end.

I also feel ashamed for being so easily suspicious of this child.

It seems that I am still a little too sensitive.

On the stage, Blake moved aside.

Then pull Quirrell over.

"Here, we have to thank Professor Quirrell for giving us such a precious opportunity."

"Now... let's return this dueling platform to Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell, who was pulled over by Blake, smiled awkwardly.

Everything was going fine, why did you pull me in again?

"Ahem...I...I..."

"Professor, you should now find an assistant to demonstrate how to duel." Blake reminded.

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Quirrell quickly looked towards the faculty seats.

He did invite guests to serve as assistants.

The guest is...

Damn it, it's that old bastard Snape!

Quirrell's face turned bitter.