Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Penelope sat directly next to Blake.

"Well... I guess it must be to stabilize the emotions of the Slytherins."

"After all, I can say that I have trampled their dignity to pieces..."

Blake naturally wouldn't tell Penelope the truth.

There's no need to involve others in this.

Penelope said, "That's not fair to you, Blake."

"This is obviously not your fault."

"Just let them scold you and hit you. Once you fight back, it's all your fault."

"There is no such truth."

"I think that since there is a punishment, those who challenged you with the evil curse should also be put in solitary confinement!"

Blake suddenly realized.

"That's right! Why should I be the only one punished?"

"That's sloppy!"

Penelope said: "That's why I said it's unfair!"

"What can we do?" said Blake pitifully.

"There's nothing I can do..."

Suddenly, Blake spotted Quirrell walking in at the door of the auditorium.

Will pass by behind you.

Blake's eyes rolled.

Suddenly said loudly.

"Dumbledore! You're bullying me too much!"

"How can a man live in the world between heaven and earth and live in depression for a long time?"

……

Penelope was stunned.

I don’t know why Blake was so pitiful just a moment ago.

The next moment was so exciting.

Sure enough, it was not beyond Blake's expectations.

Quirrell's voice sounded behind him.

"No... don't be angry, Black, I... I will go to Dumbledore... Professor to plead for you."

Blake turned around and saw Quirrell's timid expression.

One look at this expression.

Blake knew who had forced Quirrell to say those words just now.

Obviously, his dissatisfaction had been successfully conveyed to Voldemort!

"Ding! Extremely joyful emotions detected."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure chest!"

The system's emotional radar once again confirmed Blake's inference.

Blake was delighted.

Although Voldemort is already a remnant soul.

But the explosion rate is surprisingly good.

So, even though Dumbledore didn't want Black to have any contact with Quirrell again.

but……

How could Blake give up this best tool?

Dumbledore would not let him touch Quirrell.

The most important thing is to worry about Blake's safety.

but……

For Blake.

A Voldemort who is not even as good as a ghost.

There was absolutely no way to pose any threat to him.

As for Quirrell?

This guy couldn't even beat Snape.

How could he possibly beat Blake?

Even if he wanted to attack by surprise, Blake was not afraid.

Now, his levitation cloak is about to be upgraded to the intermediate peak.

It’s about to break through and evolve into an advanced level.

High defense.

But not just any spell can break through it.

Blake's floating cloak has its own consciousness.

It will not allow Quirrell's sneak attack to succeed.

Blake grabbed Quirrell's right hand.

He said gratefully: "Professor Quirrell! You are so kind to me!"

Quirrell was grabbed by the hand and was at a loss as to what to do.

The key is that he can't break free!

However, it seems that Blake is sincere.

It seemed as if he was truly grateful to himself.

Therefore, at 2.8, Quirrell was still very happy.

As long as Blake can be won over, his master will definitely be happy!

Quirrell was happy and made a few more promises to Blake.

Only then left happily.

Blake sat down calmly.

The grateful expression on his face just now has disappeared.

"I didn't expect Professor Quirrell to be so nice," Penelope said.

"Huh?" Blake was stunned.

"He's actually going to beg for mercy for you!"

"You know, even Professor Sprout acquiesced to your detention."

Blake looked at the innocent Penelope-senpai.

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

This girl is too naive...

Well, actually, it would be better if it weren't stated explicitly.

His own twists and turns.

How many people can see clearly?

Even Voldemort was deceived by him.

It's strange that a little girl can see the problem.

"Well... he is indeed quite nice..."

Blake mumbled a few words.

Then he changed the subject.

"By the way, I still have to thank Senior for teaching me those spells."

"I don't know how satisfying it is to beat someone up!"

Blake brought it up.

Penelope immediately smiled.

"No... I just taught you a few spells..."

Before she even finished her words, she couldn't help but puff out her chest with pride.

"But I didn't know you could actually do that."

"Use those few spells I taught you to sweep through Slytherin!"

"So I still want to thank you." Blake said with a smile.

Penelope's eyes flickered, "Then how are you going to repay me?"

"Hiss...Senior sister, are you also greedy for my body?!" Blake was shocked and covered his collar.

"Go to hell!" Penelope pushed Blake in shame and anger.

"I mean... you can teach me dueling skills in return."

Chapter 112 The Weasley Twins: Black! You still claim that you are not a devil? Your heart is black!

"Okay, I'll teach you."

Blake agreed readily.

"Okay! Let's make an appointment!"

"Okay, you can arrange it, but... maybe not this month."

"why?"

"Because I'm going to be in detention at night this month."

Blake spread his hands.

Penelope nodded helplessly.

"Okay, then, when you're done with detention, we'll start?"

"Sure... In fact, I wouldn't mind teaching a few more."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Penelope looked at Blake warily.

"If there are any beautiful seniors who want to learn from you..." Blake revealed his true intentions.

"Go to hell!"

"Um...schoolmates are fine too!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

In fact, Blake himself couldn't explain why he wanted to teach more people how to duel.

He just felt that he was always happy to gather a group of people to cause trouble.

It doesn't matter what the purpose is.

He just thought it was interesting.

Blake thought about it, and then felt that his idea was dangerous.