Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

The fear that Malfoy had just suppressed in his heart immediately rose again!

The frightened Malfoy immediately cast the most powerful spell he knew.

"Oolong comes out of the hole!"

A black poisonous snake fell onto the duel stage with a plop!

After the venomous snake landed, it quickly rushed towards Blake!

"Ah!" The little witches in the audience screamed.

Snape came out, "Let me handle it."

But he hadn't raised his wand yet.

Then he saw Black wave his wand gently.

“Disappeared without a trace.”

"Whoosh..."

The poisonous snake on the duel stage disappeared in an instant.

Snape's pupils narrowed.

After seeing that Black could actually use the Vanishing Spell, which is a high-level spell.

He knew that he had underestimated Blake's strength.

"It seems... it's not appropriate to let a first-year student spar with you."

"Flint, you come and practice with him."

Snape said to the audience.

A tall Slytherin boy immediately climbed onto the dueling stage.

Then he smiled at Blake with ill intent.

Blake frowned.

Snape is such a shameless guy.

He actually found a senior student to duel with him?

If I didn't have my own skills, wouldn't I have been killed by this old bat?

Blake said calmly: "Professor Snape, I am just a first-year wizard. I don't have the power to challenge the senior."

Chapter 108: Sorry, I'm not targeting you. I mean, all the Slytherins here are rubbish!

Professor Sprout almost rushed up to Snape to argue with him.

"Let Black, a first-year wizard, duel with seniors?"

"Snape, you are so smart!"

Professor McGonagall comforted Professor Sprout.

Then he turned to look at Dumbledore.

It can be seen that Dumbledore is a little unhappy.

But he didn't mean to stop it.

Dumbledore also noticed Professor McGonagall's gaze.

He turned his head and whispered, "I believe Blake."

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Snape's little action.

However, he was still very confident in Blake's abilities.

Not to mention other spells.

Let’s just talk about Blake’s Transfiguration now.

It is not so easy to be defeated.

A duel is not simply a competition to see whose spell is more powerful.

He is a master of Transfiguration.

I have a deep understanding of how useful Transfiguration is in a duel.

Professor Flitwick also said, "I believe Black, too."

"In fact, Blake has not been idle these days."

"They always come to me to ask for advice on dueling techniques."

"I've never seen a little wizard with such great talent!"

"Believe me, Flint is no match for Black."

I saw Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick both said so.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout finally felt relieved.

……

At this time, there was also an uproar in the audience.

The little wizards all cried out that it was unfair.

Black had almost won the duel with Malfoy.

But Snape intervened.

Even the winner was not announced.

Just let him challenge the senior students directly.

It's simply the shameless trait taken to the extreme.

The Slytherin students retorted.

It is said that Blake has no strength, but he is good at talking.

Not worthy of being the president of the duel club.

For a moment, the auditorium was in chaos.

The professors were worried that they would fight now.

They had no choice but to go down and comfort the students of their respective colleges.

And there is no opponent to quarrel with.

The Slytherin snakes stopped talking.

On the stage.

Snape said with a wry smile:

"It's just a drill, not a real duel."

"Blake, you are the chairman of the duel club,"

"Wouldn't you like to demonstrate it for everyone?"

Hearing Snape's words, the Slytherin snakes nodded in agreement.

Although students from other colleges refuted verbally.

But deep down, I don't want Blake to be timid.

You can't really expect to convince people with just your mouth!

Blake sighed again.

"I gave you a chance, really."

"But you guys...just had to rush over to get beaten."

"What did you say?" Snape looked at Black suspiciously.

Blake clapped his hands.

"nothing."

"I just want to say...I wanted to live in peace with you."

"But what we got in return was alienation and hostility."

"Forget it, I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to show my cards! I'm actually quite strong!"

He carried his heavy wand.

Walk directly in front of Flint.

"Come on. I'll let you do three spells."

"You attack me first."

The smile faded from Flint's face.

He looked at Blake grimly.

Let him attack with three spells first?

This guy doesn't even take me seriously?

Flint's strength is among his peers.

In fact, it is still very strong.

He is also considered the school bully in the same grade.

He has always been the only one who bullies others.

When had he ever been so angry?

Flint's face turned purple with anger.

"Is Black crazy? He wants to let the other party cast three spells?"

"Yeah! This means he can't fight back at first."

"In a duel, if you get hit, one spell can decide the outcome. Why did he let the other person use three spells?"

"Is there a possibility that Blake is really as strong as he says?"

"He may be really strong, but standing there and letting someone hit him three times seems a bit silly no matter how you look at it."

……

In the audience, Blake's friends looked at him worriedly.

But it is a habit that has been cultivated over a long period of time.

It also made them have a blind trust in Blake.

Let them feel it before they are absolutely sure.

Blake would never say something like that casually.

Flint was really going crazy.

If you let three spells or something, it would be meaningless even if you win.

Because other people will still have something to say.

I told you that I gave you three spells, so it's normal to lose.

He couldn't let this turn out like this!

"Although I am not very strong, but..."

"I don't need you to give in either!"

Flint said angrily.

Blake smiled, "You're not that strong? I didn't realize you're so modest."

"Come on, since you want to challenge me, then don't dilly-dally."