Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

A discussion started below.

"Oh... no wonder Professor Quirrell has been casting the Shield Charm all the time!"

"So he just wanted to show us how to defend?"

"So Snape is just demonstrating the attack to us?"

"It should be. Otherwise, how could Professor Quirrell, as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, be defeated so easily?"

"So what are those Slytherins cheering for? Don't they know that this is a drill that was agreed upon in advance?"

"Don't worry about them, they have always been a bunch of idiots."

……

After hearing these discussions, Snape's face darkened.

He glared at Blake fiercely.

In just a few words, this guy explained that he defeated Quirrell with his own strength.

It became a tacit exercise between the two sides...

The Slytherin students were almost pissed off.

It was obviously our dean who won!

How come when this bastard said it, it became a competition that both parties had agreed on?

When Quirrell looked at Black, he actually felt a surge of gratitude in his heart.

What a good kid, and very talented.

What future can I have following Dumbledore?

I must quickly bring him into the master's camp.

Let him turn from evil to good!

Blake harvested a wave of treasure chests with satisfaction.

Then he continued to remind Qi Luo:

"Professor, it's time for the students to come up and practice."

"You and Professor Snape can provide guidance from the side."

Quirrell nodded repeatedly.

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"It's your turn next!"

"Is there anyone willing to volunteer to come up and give it a try?"

The little wizards in the audience raised their hands excitedly.

Everyone wants to come up and show off their skills.

Snape turned and looked for a moment at the group of Slytherins.

Then he leaned over, grabbed Malfoy by the collar, and lifted him up.

Malfoy stood triumphantly on the stage.

Then he turned his gaze towards Harry Potter in the audience across from him.

Obviously, his goal is...

"Black!" said Snape.

"As the chairman of the Duel Club, you should be the first to demonstrate."

Snape said this, and stuffed Quirrell's wand back into Quirrell's hand.

The Malfoys on the other side were dumbfounded. You can let me fight anyone.

You want me to fight Blake?

Aren't you my father's good friend?

Why are you trying to hurt me! ?

"No... Professor, I actually want to..."

“It doesn’t matter who you demonstrate to.”

Snape interrupted Malfoy coldly.

Then he looked at Malfoy with a very stern look.

His thoughts are actually the same as those of many people.

That is, although Blake is gifted in many subjects.

But there's such a thing as a duel.

Blake may not be good at it.

Just like Quirrell.

When Quirrell was studying.

But Ravenclaw is truly a university bully.

Can you say he has poor talent?

But if a real fight comes, he'll be a coward.

Although Blake is talented.

But he was born in the Muggle world.

I've only been exposed to magic for a few months.

Even Quirrell can't compare to him!

And Malfoy, although he is also a first-year.

But he comes from a wizard family.

I was exposed to spells at a very young age.

He must have mastered quite a few evil curses, big and small.

A little wizard who has been exposed to magic since childhood.

At least he should be able to defeat a little Muggle-born wizard, right?

In his time, those little Muggle-born wizards were just punching bags!

As for why Snape knew it so clearly?

Because he had no idea how many fights he had had with these bastards who came from pure-blood wizard families!

Especially the one from the Potter family and the one from the Black family.

Malfoy looked at Black.

And the long, thick iron rod in his hand... uh... wand.

Almost cried out loud.

"Ahem, Professor Snape, this is not good, right?"

Black gave Malfoy a pitying look.

"Yes, yes, yes! This is indeed inappropriate!" said Malfoy.

He spoke in a low voice so only Snape could hear.

"He beat me on the train before, you know that!"

Snape frowned, "Now you have a wand!"

What Snape meant was very simple, that is, Black relied on physical strength at the beginning.

Malfoy was completely defenseless at that time.

And now.

Malfoy has a wand, so he can use spells.

Black also had to duel with his wand.

He can't rely on his terrifying strength!

Are you still worried that you can't beat Blake just by competing in spells?

Malfoy seemed to realize, "Is it really possible?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Don't you want to save your face?"

Malfoy glanced at Cassandra in the audience.

033 Then I felt more confident.

Yeah, if it’s just spells, I’m not bad at it!

"Then... let's do it!"

Malfoy held his wand, staring at Black.

Blake sighed.

He held the wand in his right hand and placed it gently on the palm of his left hand.

"Okay...if you insist."

"Then... let's get started."

Black stood in front of Malfoy.

Snape and Quirrell stood behind them.

On the one hand, as I just said, we need to guide the two of them.

On the other hand, one has to be careful not to cast random spells that might hit the audience below the stage.

Black and Malfoy saluted each other.

Then Malfoy was the first to wave his wand.

"Grin and hula!"

Blake tilted his head slightly.

The spell passed right past his ear.

He didn't even change the way he stood!

Dealing with a rookie like Malfoy.

Blake didn't even need to use his Observation Haki.

It's very easy to predict where his spell will land.

Seeing Black dodge Malfoy's spell with ease.

Snape's brow furrowed.

A bad feeling arose in my heart.

Last time, he saw it.

Someone who can deal with the opponent's spells so easily in a duel.

It was the original Voldemort!

There is only one possibility for this situation to occur!

That is when the gap in strength between the two sides is too large.

Until now, he still remembered the shocked expression of the Auror who attacked Voldemort.

Could it be that……

Blake sighed, "Anything else? If not, it'll be my turn."