Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

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Therefore, he was in a very good mood indeed.

Professor Sprout patted Black's head lovingly.

Then he said, "Come with me, there is a place that is perfect for you."

Professor Sprout took Blake to a spare greenhouse.

"This is a vacant greenhouse. I was planning on growing some poisonous tentacles or something like that."

"But since you want to grow some crops, I'll lend it to you."

Blake looked at the huge greenhouse and said in surprise: "This is too big!"

"Of course, this was used for senior classes in the past."

"But... because a new greenhouse was built in recent years."

"This place is temporarily vacant."

Professor Sprout said cheerfully.

Blake said a little embarrassedly: "I... I just want to satisfy my little interest, so I want to find a small piece of land to grow some vegetables and fruits. Your... this is too big!"

Professor Sprout smiled. "Is it big? Not at all. If it were too small, the fruits and vegetables grown wouldn't be enough for everyone in Hufflepuff to eat."

Blake knew it was just a saying.

Just because I said I wanted to grow something.

Then Professor Sprout gave himself such a large greenhouse without saying a word...

Even Blake felt flattered by this sense of trust.

Professor Sprout looked at the excited Blake with a smile.

Of course, she can't be blamed for doting on the child too much...

After all, the appearance of this child made Hufflepuff excited again.

People from other houses will never dare to laugh at the Hufflepuff badgers for being good-for-nothings again.

Moreover, this child's talent is so high that even Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick often talk about it.

What reason does she have not to prefer it?

"Then... I'll leave this place to you." Professor Sprout took out a key and handed it to Blake.

If he was flattered just now, then now... Blake didn't know what words to use to describe his mood.

What does it mean to give him the keys?

This means that without his invitation, even Professor Sprout himself would not enter this greenhouse!

That is to say...

From now on, he can do whatever he wants with this greenhouse...

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?

This is almost unreserved, 100% trust...

It made Blake feel a warm feeling in his heart.

"Thank you, Professor Sprout."

Professor Sprout smiled, then turned and left the greenhouse.

Blake looked around the greenhouse.

Because it used to be a place for classes.

So there is a big table in the middle of the greenhouse.

There were many empty flower pots on the big table.

These pots were previously used to grow magical plants.

Because this greenhouse has been abandoned.

So there are no plants planted inside for the time being.

but……

All the soil in the flowerpots is new.

Needless to say, Blake knew who had replaced it.

Professor Sprout was well prepared.

I think, even if Dumbledore disagrees, she will give the greenhouse to Black.

Blake looked at it for a while, then took out a large bag of seeds from his pocket...

……

The days passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of October, the eve of Halloween.

When Blake woke up, he smelled the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin wafting through the corridor.

This is the pumpkin I modified for Hagrid!

Whether it smells good or not is another matter...

But the sweetness must be full!

Blake scrambled to his feet immediately.

He was looking forward to the dinner in the evening.

……

Charms class.

Professor Flitwick stood on a tall pile of books.

"After such a long theoretical lesson, I think you should try the levitation spell!"

Professor Flitwick said excitedly.

"Oh...actually, the Duel Club every week."

"It also gave everyone some experience in releasing the spell."

"Though most people haven't cast a full disarming spell yet."

"But this is not your fault...you are still too young..."

Justin raised his hand and said, "But Professor... Black defeated the entire Slytherin family by himself!"

Everyone's eyes turned to Blake.

There was envy in their eyes.

When they actually practiced the spells used in duels themselves.

Only then did they realize how difficult it was to learn the spell that Black had casually cast at that time.

Blake felt the heated gazes of the crowd.

Especially Hermione's look, which showed that she was unwilling to accept defeat but had to admit defeat...

He had no choice but to imitate Mr. Scamander and give a slightly shy smile.

"Ah... Sorry, I mean, except for some gifted people, kid..."

Professor Flitwick wasn't angry either.

"I mean, you don't need to be discouraged. Everyone has different talents."

"But if you work hard enough, you will definitely be able to make up for your shortcomings."

"I've seen too many examples of this."

"Blake, don't be proud if you are proud of your talent."

"It's possible that you will be surpassed by diligent classmates."

Blake could only smile shyly again.

"Okay, let me demonstrate this spell first..."

At this moment, Blake suddenly remembered something.

Something that might happen tonight!

I just don't know if this incident will stop happening because of my presence.

Thinking of this, Black couldn't help but turn his head and look at Hermione.

Hermione noticed his intense gaze immediately.

Her little face turned slightly red.

This guy, what are you looking at me for!

Professor Flitwick hasn't asked any questions yet?

Is this guy thinking of not raising his hand to answer again? ! .

Chapter 115 Are you sure this is a mountain monster? It's obviously a husky!

"Whoosh!"

Leif covered his eyes with his front paws.

Flying around in the sky pitifully.

"call!"

The next second, Leif was back in Neville's arms again.

The young wizards looked at Professor Flitwick eagerly.

Everyone wants to try this spell that can make things fly around.

Then Professor Flitwick divided the class into groups of two and began training.

Blake was once again grouped with Hannah.

"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist move we've been training on!"

"Swing and shake. Remember, swing and shake."

"It is also very important to pronounce the spell correctly. Don't forget the wizard Baruffio, who said S instead of F and found himself lying on the floor with a bison on his chest."

Blake suddenly touched his chin when he heard this.

Why would reciting the spell incorrectly produce such strange changes?

If this story is true...

So where did the cow come from?

Blake immediately raised his hand and asked the question.

Professor Flitwick didn't expect that Black would actually find the bright spot.

"Well...magic can't come out of nothing. Blake."

"So, there are two possibilities. One possibility is that he turned the object he wanted to levitate into a bison."

"The second possibility is that he accidentally summoned a bison that was originally in another place."

Blake nodded. I see...

If it gets deformed accidentally, forget it.

but……