Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

You want to kill people and destroy their hearts?

"Is all you can do about it?!"

Flint roared.

"No, no, I just saw that you were not feeling well, so I wanted you to exercise."

"You want me to fight back? Isn't this coming?"

Blake dodged a bat spell from Flint.

Then he flipped his wrist.

Two spells were fired!

"Confinement quickly!"

"There are many obstacles!"

A hemp rope suddenly appeared.

Flint was tied up like a dumpling!

The subsequent barrier spell hit Flint directly, who had been tied up like a dumpling.

Then Flint was knocked three or four meters away.

"¨ˇ Plop!"

Flint fell face first onto the dueling stage.

Because his hands and feet were tied.

Face to the ground again.

As a result, Flint was unsurprisingly hit and had a bloody nose.

He fainted instantly.

In other words, fainting at this time is the best option...

In the faculty seat, Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up.

Shouting excitedly.

"Belix's spellcasting technique! This is Belix's spellcasting technique!"

"Use the simplest action to cast the spell!"

"This is one of the most difficult spellcasting techniques to defend in a duel, and also the most difficult to master!"

"It seems like he has learned this from someone before!?"

At this moment, Quirrell, who was standing on the edge of the duel arena, had vertical pupils flashing in his eyes.

"Haha, you've learned well. It's worth my time wasting every night at 8 o'clock to teach you."

The vertical pupils disappeared in an instant, and no one noticed the changes in Qi Luo's pupils...

……

As Flint was knocked away.

The auditorium suddenly became silent.

Although Flint couldn't even touch the corner of Blake's clothes just now.

But everyone actually thinks he is very strong.

After all, he could cast so many evil curses so skillfully.

Many young wizards present knew this.

If I were Blake.

It's simply impossible to resist!

Otherwise how could he be the school bully?

But... Black only used two spells...

Strictly speaking.

It should have taken only one spell to defeat senior Flint.

After all, his first Binding Curse had already hit him, and Flint had already lost the ability to resist, so he had already lost.

but.

Black then added a barrier spell and knocked Flint away.

Snape examined Flint's injuries, then looked at Black angrily.

"Don't you think you were too harsh? Since you already had him under control, why did you use the barrier spell at the end?"

There is only a binding spell.

Flint wouldn't be hurt even if he lost.

But if the barrier spell knocks it away.

That's different.

Flint's current injury.

In fact, it can be said that they were all caused by falling.

"I hit him hard? Snape, are you talking like a human being? Aren't you being a little too shameless?"

"I only used two spells! And these two spells are serious self-defense spells in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Look at him again! A senior student, fighting against a first-year student like me. He casts the Eye-Shock Curse right from the start?"

"If I didn't have a little bit of ability to dodge, wouldn't it take me several months to recover from the injury in my first duel?"

"Forget about the eye curse. Look at the curses that followed. Each one is more vicious than the last."

"If I get hit by any of them, I'll have to lie down and be carried out today. You still have the nerve to say that I hit too hard?"

Snape's face turned pale and blue after being scolded by Black.

He said in a muffled voice:

"You're not injured..."

Blake sneered, "You're shameless, aren't you? So I should be injured first, and then I can fight back and hurt him? How can that be justified?"

In the faculty seat.

Professor McGonagall could no longer hold Professor Sprout back.

Professor Sprout pulled a hoe from his pocket and rushed forward.

"Snape! You've gone too far! Flint has cast more than a dozen curses. And you didn't say a word."

"Now, Black has only used two spells! And you start barking?"

"Then why doesn't Blake just stand still and let him fight?! What's the point of dueling?"

"Do you think we Hufflepuffs are easy to bully? Or do you think an honest person like me is easy to bully?"

Professor Sprout said angrily, waving a small pick in one hand and a wand in the other.

Blake calmed Professor Sprout down.

Then he turned to Snape.

"In fact, the barrier spell behind me was intentional. He cast so many evil spells at me. I think I should teach him a lesson."

Black looked at the Slytherins behind him who were still indignant.

He said with a sharp gaze:

"If any of you are still unconvinced, feel free to come up!"

"Don't waste time. Just go up as many people as the duel stage can hold."

Someone said angrily: "Don't go too far!"

"Rubbish……"

"Who are you calling trash?"

"Ah... sorry, I'm not targeting you, I mean... you Slytherins are all rubbish."

Chapter 109: I still like your rebellious look just now...

"Asshole!" The Slytherins were furious.

Blake straightened up with satisfaction.

Although the drop rate of these guys is not high.

But it’s better to last.

A bronze treasure chest pops up from time to time, which is not bad.

then……

Blake was keenly aware of a sharp gaze behind him.

hiss……

I think I accidentally injured a friendly soldier?

but……

The atmosphere has been enhanced to this point.

Blake didn't have time to look back.

I could only say "Sorry" to Cassandra silently in my heart.

Blake stood on the stage and said calmly:

"Didn't you say today that I'm unfit to be the chairman of the Duel Club?"

"Then come and try it, if you can defeat me."

"Not only do I not blame you, I will politely give you the chairman's position."

"Come on! You're welcome."

Professor Sprout tried to dissuade him.

After all, there are so many senior Slytherins.

There are many who are more powerful than Flint.

Blake is so flamboyant.

She was a little afraid that her precious student would suffer.

However, she was obviously worrying too much.

Black has never been one to suffer a loss.

In his eyes, the number of people in front of him was large.

But they are all clay chickens and dogs.

A person like Tom Riddle doesn't appear easily.

Therefore, there was no one who could stop him from adding fuel to the fire and then brushing the treasure chest.

If only this group of Slytherins had a higher explosion rate.

Blake didn't want to make it that exciting.

The professors saw that the situation was getting more and more outrageous.

They all turned their eyes to Dumbledore.

I want him to make an idea.

It turned out that he actually pulled up a chair and sat there leisurely.