Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

But how can people be compared with hanging walls?

Blake scratched his head and looked at Babel.

At this time, Babel was squatting on her favorite sofa and drawing circles.

His level of ancient runes is not as good as that of his students.

This made her feel extremely ashamed.

Blake looked at Professor Babel, who was originally cheerful and generous.

I was stimulated by myself and became extremely emo.

He was also a little at a loss.

"You...you should go back first. It's very late now." Babel said dejectedly.

"Um... Professor, I actually..." Blake sat next to Babel, trying to explain and comfort her.

"You don't have to explain. I know. It's not your fault."

"You don't know, actually... you don't know that as a professor of ancient runes, my level is far inferior to yours..."

"I... I am a loser. I have studied ancient runes for so many years, but I am not as good as a first-grade kid."

"As a human being, I'm sorry. I'm going to Professor Dumbledore to resign tomorrow."

Blake panicked. There is no NetEase Cloud Music in this world!

How come this made the professor depressed?

Just when Blake was about to scratch his head bald.

Babel suddenly jumped up.

"Ha! Did that scare you? Did you think I was depressed?"

"You...didn't you?" Blake asked back.

Babel glared at him. "Do you really want to make me depressed?"

Blake waved his hands.

"Alright, alright! I'm not as good as you, but that's okay. You're so amazing, doesn't that just prove that you can be of great help to my research project?"

"This is a good thing!"

"but……"

Babel suddenly sat over and put her arm around Blake's shoulders.

"It looks like we need to change our plans. How about I be your assistant?"

"ah?"....

Chapter 122: Black: Here comes the sword! Professor McGonagall: Don't fly on the sword!

"This is not good."

Blake looked embarrassed.

"You are the professor."

"How can a professor be an assistant to a student?"

Babel stared at Blake.

"I always feel like you're scolding me..."

"You are too sensitive, I didn't mean that..."

Blake quickly denied it.

"But... since we are all working towards the same goal."

"So who's the assistant? What does it matter?"

"It's just a title."

"It's enough to get things done."

Babel knew that Blake was saving face for her.

Had to give up.

But I thought that my ancient rune skills were not as good as Blake's.

Then she felt uncomfortable again...

"Okay, but you can't avoid being confined for a month..."

"Hey... I originally said I would teach you ancient runes, but I didn't expect you to teach me..."

“But this is also a good thing.”

"There are already very few people whose attainments in ancient runes are higher than mine."

"This has kept my ancient rune skills from improving for a long time."

"Your appearance is a good thing for me."

"I'll trouble you this month, Professor Green!"

Looking at Babel who was approaching with a smirk on her face.

Blake shuddered.

"Professor, please calm down..."

Blake thought about it.

Then he said: "Since we want to promote the progress of ancient runes to each other."

"So……"

He placed a new roll of parchment in Babbling's hands.

"I also want to know about Professor Babeling. What is your level of ancient runes?"

"Just write down the ancient runes that you understand."

Babel was stunned for a moment, then she took the parchment with gritted teeth.

Now she wanted to beat someone up, but...

It seems that this is indeed inevitable.

Since I want to ask...

Of course, the other party also needs to know how much he understands and what he doesn’t understand…

All we can say is that the offensive and defensive situations are different.

This time it was Professor Babel who had to memorize the ancient runes.

Professor Babel took up the quill with tears in her eyes.

"If you were a few years older, I wouldn't feel so bad..."

"How long have you been learning ancient runes?"

Blake said calmly, "Probably a little over 26 months."

The quill in Babel's hand suddenly broke.

"You really deserve to die!"

"Ding! Jealousy detected."

"Ding! Drawing treasure chest for the host."

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

……

After coming out of Professor Babel's office.

Blake just felt refreshed.

Although Professor Babel's knowledge of ancient runes is not as good as his own.

But he was not completely without gain.

The ancient runes that Professor Babel wrote out from memory.

He basically recognizes and understands them all.

There was only one he hadn't seen before.

After Blake consulted Professor Babel.

She then told Blake.

That was what she saw when she was exploring an ancient tomb.

Then I recorded it.

After a long period of experimentation, I finally roughly guessed what this ancient rune meant.

According to Professor Barbling.

This ancient rune was found on a mechanism in an ancient tomb.

It probably means "manipulation".

Blake thought back to the ancient rune.

The text symbol seemed to be composed of six small symbols.

Just like the radicals in Chinese characters.

Blake felt that this word might not be as simple as Professor Babel said.

In ancient runes, each symbol can represent a meaning.

But this ancient rune is composed of six patterns.

How could it have only one meaning, “manipulation”?

At this time, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

But Blake couldn't stop thinking about the ancient rune.

Not paying attention to the time.

"Who's there!?"

Blake turned around.

Then he saw Filch rushing over, panting.

It was just him holding the mop and bucket in both hands.

There was still an irritation on his face.

"Is that you?" Filch put down the mop. "Go back... If I see you wandering around at night again, I'll catch you."

When Filch saw it was Black.

Remembering that Blake had once cured his cat, he decided to let Blake go.

"Thank you, Mr. Filch," said Black politely. "What are you doing..."

"Hmph...it must be the Weasley twins! Those two bastards!"

"This is naked revenge!"

"It's a pity that they ran too fast!"

Blake thought back to when the two guys left in the afternoon.

The pockets were full of dung balls.

Come to think of it...

Filch must have been cleaning up the battlefield until now. There was nothing he could do, because he was a Squib and couldn't use magic.