Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Just by smelling the stench, he knew it was a mountain monster.

We adhere to the principle that special matters should be managed by professionals.

He believed that as a professor of Care of Magical Creatures, he was the best person to handle this matter.

Of course... because he only had one arm and half a leg left, he walked slower than everyone else.

That's why he was very surprised to see everyone standing in a daze at the toilet door.

But when he walked around the crowd and looked inside the door breathlessly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Merlin! He tamed that mountain monster!"

As a magizoologist, he knew very well about creatures like trolls.

To be exact, this was not his first encounter with this stupid and dangerous animal.

Trolls can indeed be tamed.

And now the giant monster's behavior is exactly what it would be like after being tamed!

But...how is this possible?

The trolls' stupid brains made it almost impossible for them to understand the meaning of the orders given by the wizards.

Therefore, to tame a giant monster, it takes years of persistence!

Use long-term repetitive training to make them develop habits...

Then use their new habits to support their brains...

But no matter what, the little guy in front should not be the one who can tame the troll!

After hearing what Professor Kettleburn said.

All the professors looked at Blake with even more surprise.

"Ding...Golden Treasure Chest +1"

"...Golden Treasure Chest +1"

……

"...Silver Treasure Box +1"

……

Just as Blake expected, his actions.

Let him collect a large number of high-quality treasure chests!

After tonight, he should be able to synthesize another diamond chest!

It’s really delicious!

Dumbledore glanced at Professor Kettleburn.

Professor Kettleburn understood and walked forward to take a look at the giant monster.

Then he turned around and said: "Don't worry, Albus, this giant monster has been completely tamed..."

"To be exact, it won't attack unless the little guy gives the order."

Dumbledore looked at Black and asked seriously:

"So...can you tell me what happened?"

"Why don't you follow the instructions and go back to your dormitories?"

Hermione took two steps forward, trying to speak.

But Blake stretched out his right hand and pressed it on her shoulder.

He knew that the little girl wanted to take all the blame on herself.

This allowed others, including Blake, to escape the subsequent punishment.

but……

Blake didn't think that was necessary.

They are clearly victims. How can victims be considered to have made mistakes?

He pointed at Hermione.

"When I got out of class, I heard that she had been crying in the girls' room all afternoon."

"So, as her friend, I wanted to find her and ask her what happened."

“Therefore, I did not go to the auditorium and did not hear any instructions.”

"And... because I didn't know which ladies' room she was crying in, I looked for a while."

"When I found this place, I saw this guy, Harry and Ron."

Blake pointed to the toilet sign that had fallen to the ground.

“When I saw this, I realized this was the women’s restroom.”

"I guess Hermione might be in there... and that guy has already gone in."

"As a friend, I can't bring myself to stand by and watch someone die."

"So...I'm going to go in and help."

"As a result... As you can see, Professor... I don't know why, but it obeys my orders."

Dumbledore thought back to Black's pet bear.

Before he officially adopted the child.

He can make the ferocious bear obediently become his pet.

So...it seems reasonable that he could tame the troll.

This seems to be an ability he was born with?

This reminds me of Blake’s unique life experience.

Dumbledore immediately stopped finding this strange.

Sometimes, innate abilities really cannot be explained by common sense.

Different from Dumbledore's quiet thinking.

Snape habitually sprayed his own venom.

"Since this giant monster has been tamed by you... can I assume that this is the giant monster you let in?"

Blake looked at him coldly: "Why would I let a giant monster into the school?"

"It almost hurt my friend!"

"I have few friends, Professor Snape."

"So I won't allow them to get hurt in front of me."

"Whether it's physical harm or... verbal..."

Snape covered his chest weakly and took two steps back.

He looked at Blake palely.

Blake's words sounded as if they were unintentional.

There is nothing wrong with it to other people's ears.

But to Snape's ears...

Every word of that is heart-breaking!

It was like stabbing him in the heart!

Didn't his breakup with Lily start when he called Lily a mudblood?

This is also the thing I regret most in my life...

If Blake didn't mean it...

That's equivalent to delivering a 10,000-fold critical hit with your eyes closed!

"I was careless...the dosage of the joy potion was not enough..." Snape thought in annoyance.

"Ding! Extreme regret detected."

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

Blake was a little disappointed that this sudden attack only produced a gold.

According to his idea, there should be a diamond treasure chest.

He actually didn't know.

Now, whenever Snape saw him, he would subconsciously take a sip of the joy potion.

Lest I get mad at this guy.

So far, his decision seems to be correct.

It's a pity... the dosage is wrong... Hermione looked at Black gratefully.

Because Blake spoke first.

Therefore, they all became victims.

Since you are the victim, you naturally don't need to be blamed.

Hermione felt that if she spoke first, Professor McGonagall would deduct a few points from her.

Because she wanted to take all the responsibility on herself this time.

Dumbledore glanced at Quirrell. He knew exactly who was causing trouble tonight.

It's just that Quirrell wants to use the troll to divert everyone's attention.

Only then will he have the chance to break into the room on the fourth floor... and get the things inside.

But...Snape always remembered the task Dumbledore gave him.

He didn't follow everyone to look for the troll. Instead, he kept staring at Quirrell. That's why Quirrell failed to break into the room on the fourth floor.

"You need to go to the school hospital for a check-up," said Professor McGonagall.

"I won't... I just want to go back and take a shower now. It stinks," said Blake.

"I don't have to go to the hospital wing either!" Hermione said quickly.

Harry and Ron also quickly said that they didn't need to go to the school hospital. After Professor McGonagall checked that they were not injured, she agreed that they should return to the dormitory to rest.

"Boys, you go back. I'll take care of this big guy," said Professor Kettleburn.

Blake saw a flash of excitement in the eyes of this old professor who was pretending to be calm. It seemed that this was also a guy who had the same interests and hobbies as Hagrid.

The more ferocious the magical animal is, the more attractive it is to them! In fact... you can tell from the only arm and half a leg he has left that he is restless.

When Professor Kettleburn passed by Black, he held his cane between his legs and gently patted Black's shoulder with his right hand.

"Come and have tea with me next time you are free... I think I smell a familiar scent on you."

He blinked at Blake, then walked excitedly towards the troll who was still standing there stupidly.

Black nodded politely and then looked back at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore also nodded at him, indicating that Black should leave first, and he would take care of the things here.

So Black, Hermione and the others turned around and left the bathroom, but when Black turned around and passed a group of professors outside the door.

Suddenly, a palm-sized piece of parchment fell out of his pocket, floating down to the feet of a professor...

……

When they left the corridor, Black patted Hermione on the shoulder. "Can you come with me?"

Hermione was still in shock at this time. She actually wanted to go back to the dormitory to rest immediately, but since Black called her...

"Then we'll be leaving first." Harry said tactfully.

Then he tugged at the sleeve of Ron, who was still standing there stupidly, and asked him to leave with him.