Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

He didn't look worried at all.

"Albus, this won't work," said Professor McGonagall, frowning.

"Oh... don't worry, Black won't suffer any loss." Dumbledore said happily.

What a sharp eye he has.

I've seen Blake's dueling skills.

He knew the Slytherins present.

No one could beat Blake in a one-on-one fight.

Unless they come in droves.

but……

Even if Dumbledore allowed them to rush in and besiege Black.

Snape wouldn't allow it.

Slytherin had been embarrassed enough today.

Even if they beat up Blake, there was no way to save face.

If they rush in regardless of the consequences.

Dumbledore suspected that even that one...

Professor Quirrell will not sit idly by.

After all, according to Blake's speculation.

That man cares about Blake very much.

Professor McGonagall said unhappily, "I'm not worried about Black, Albus."

"I am worried that if things continue like this, a conflict will break out."

Dumbledore took out a glass of honey lemon juice from somewhere.

After taking a sip, he said, "Minerva, if we suppress this matter now, it will indeed avoid the current conflict."

"But... this will only make Slytherin students feel suffocated."

"They will definitely take revenge later."

"At that time, you will retaliate against me and I will retaliate against you..."

"The whole school will have no peace."

"So... the best way is to let them settle their grudge once and for all today."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, then nodded helplessly.

It is better to block than to open up.

A group of half-grown children.

Things you normally don't let them do.

They all insist on doing it.

What's more, Blake was so pissed off today.

How can we not let them vent their anger?

Either Blake was knocked down and they got their revenge.

Or they were defeated by Blake.

There has to be an ending anyway.

but……

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore and said, "You really don't care about your own children."

Dumbledore smiled.

In his opinion, there was only one ending, and that was that Slytherin was beaten into submission.

So why should he feel sad or worried?

……

at this time.

Snape frowned and looked at the Slytherins who were in an uproar below.

He glanced at Dumbledore, who looked calm and composed.

The old guy's meaning was very clear.

Just let him solve the trouble he caused himself!

It seems that this matter cannot be resolved peacefully today.

Snape gritted his teeth.

Looking at the Slytherins who were asking for a fight in the audience.

"Since Green said so, then you guys come up!"

"But remember, go up one at a time."

If they really rush in, they will lose all their remaining dignity.

What if we can't defeat them together...

Snape didn't dare to think about what would happen at that time!

Anyway, no matter what the outcome is, Slytherin is doomed today.

What we need to do now is to channel the students' anger...

Who made this bastard Blake so irritating?

If he hadn't drunk two more bottles of ecstasy before coming here...

Now I can’t even imagine how angry I would be!

Of course, Brack didn't know this.

Otherwise, he would definitely point at Snape and curse him.

Just tell me why I am so against you.

You guys only drop silver treasure chests.

It turns out that you are a man of no moral integrity and drank the euphoria potion!

A tall Slytherin lad climbed up.

"I'll challenge you!"

Blake looked him over, then said, "You can't."

"Why can't I? If I tell you my name, you'll be shocked! I'm..."

"Okay, okay, come on then."

The tall young man was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

Blake was choking and feeling very uncomfortable.

The tall guy pulled out his wand.

Then... bowed to Blake.

Blake was a little surprised.

But he also returned the gift.

Then he smiled and said, "I have to say, among all the angry Slytherins, you are the most polite."

I'm almost pissed off that this guy actually still remembers the etiquette of dueling.

This is much better than Flint.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Attention!"

"Except your weapons!"

Blake raised his wand casually.

He actually blocked this curse!

This was the first time he didn't dodge a spell.

But resist directly!

But everyone soon discovered.

Blake was not blocking the curse in an ordinary way at all.

But...

When resisting the spell.

The curse was directly bounced back to the tall guy!

The tall boy's hands trembled.

The magic wand in his hand flew up.

It fell into Blake's hands.

The tall guy stood there in astonishment.

He didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

What just happened?

I think I just cast a disarming spell, and then...

The wand is lost?

……

Professor Flitwick screamed in excitement again.

"Curse Counter! This is the most difficult curse counter to master in a duel!"

"You can use extremely high skills to knock away the enemy's spells!"

"Once you become proficient in it, you can even bounce the enemy's spells right back!"

"This not only requires extremely strong skills! It also requires extremely strong self-confidence and courage! Merlin! I just told him the principle that day. He actually learned it?!"

"And he has mastered it to this extent!"

Hear Professor Flitwick's praise and explanation.

Everyone then understood what had just happened.

Then they all looked at Blake's figure on the stage in amazement.

"So it was my own disarming spell that disarmed me?"

The tall guy looked at his hands in frustration.

Now it seems that in terms of skills, he can't compare with Blake at all.

Black handed his wand back to him because the boy was very polite.

So Blake didn't beat him up like he beat Flint.

After all, he was just collecting treasure chests, and not all Slytherins were bad.

The tall guy went down in a daze.

There is no longer the heroic spirit that I had when I first came on stage and said my name to scare you.

"Next." Blake said calmly.

After that, more than a dozen senior Slytherins came up one after another.