Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

I knew very well that the little guy was not telling the whole truth.

But everyone has their secrets, right?

Even she has secrets of her own.

"Okay, so...what are you going to do about this?"

"Should we keep it completely secret, or..."

Blake smiled bitterly.

"Do you think any of what happened tonight can be told to others?"

"It seems that there is not..." Babel smiled.

Whether it was the two ferocious beasts or his plants.

Those are all very prohibited things.

strictly speaking.

I really can’t reveal anything.

Otherwise the consequences will be quite serious.

But... I didn't expect that this little guy still trusts me...

Don't hide such an important thing from yourself.

"Well, let's just pretend that what happened tonight never happened."

"You can trust me. But... you have to keep it a secret next time."

"Not everyone is willing to keep a secret like me."

Professor Babel was surprised to see that Blake dared to tell her such an important thing.

That innocent look makes people worry.

That's why I warned him like this.

Penelope also nodded in agreement.

"I see! Then ..."

Blake pulled out the suitcase.

"I did a good thing tonight and made a fortune."

"So, let's divide the money."

“How’s the average?”

Penelope waved her hands.

"I didn't do anything."

"I don't want it anymore!"

Blake laughed, "How can that be possible?"

"Senior, you are now on my pirate ship."

Penelope looked at him angrily.

"Okay, but I don't want so much."

"Okay! Then Professor..."

"Of course I won't be polite with you."

"That's good……"

If we all contribute a little, we are all in the same boat.

There is no need to worry about each other telling others about this matter.

"You're not a Hufflepuff, little one," said Professor Babbling.

"Oh? Which college do you think I am from?" Blake asked curiously.

"Slytherin!"

Blake's face fell.

"Isn't it? Smart, careful, cunning, ruthless..."

"Ahem... Stop talking, in case my old man hears it."

"He's going to be imagining things again."

"I think Hufflepuff is pretty good."

……

All the poachers on the other side of the forbidden forest were wiped out.

It didn't have any impact on Hogwarts.

Except for one thing.

That meant that Professor Quirrell was ill.

I heard that Snape will be teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for the next two weeks.

This made Snape feel a little happier.

After Blake heard the news that Quirrell was recuperating.

There was a sudden movement in my heart.

I remembered the scream that flashed by in the forbidden forest...

"It can't be such a coincidence..."

Blake scratched his chin.

Suddenly he smiled.

This day, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Blake ran out of the classroom.

Almost knocked down Snape who was about to leave.

Snape was furious, but Black was too fast.

He didn't even have time to deduct points.

Snape suppressed his anger.

He took out the euphoria potion that was always ready and took a sip.

Then he turned and looked at Harry who was about to go out.

"Po Te! Did you think I couldn't see you slacking off in class just now?"

"Five points from Gryffindor!"

Harry: “Huh??!!”

Snape saw how sad and angry he was.

I felt much better immediately...

……

Blake is on the go.

Ran straight to the door of Professor Quirrell's office.

He took out a mirror and looked at himself.

After brewing up your emotions.

Intermediate performance mastery skill activated!

Then the expression on his face changed.

There are three parts of tension, five parts of worry, and two parts of urgency.

He knocked on the door.

Not long after, Quirrell's weak voice was heard from inside the door.

"who is it?"

"It's me! Professor... Black."

"Click."

The door was opened.

Quirrell was wearing pajamas, his face looked extremely pale, and his eyes were sunken.

"Come in," he said weakly.

Blake observed that he walked with a certain lightness in his movements.

He looks like a man with kidney deficiency.

"Professor, how are you?"

"It's okay...it's okay." Quirrell said breathlessly.

He is in very bad condition now.

My body was almost reaching its limit.

Thinking of hunting a unicorn.

Drinking blood to prolong life.

Unexpectedly, something whooshed past.

That's too fast.

Quirrell was only scratched.

He was carried seven or eight meters away.

He was almost sent away on the spot.

Fortunately, at the last moment.

Voldemort did not want to lose this important servant.

He had to use up the magic power he had accumulated over the years to extend his life.

But now it seems that it is a bit exhausted.

"Professor, what happened to you?"

"It was fine a few days ago."

The sincere look on Black's face made Quirrell not doubt him at all.

"I just... lately, I've had a relapse."

"It'll be good to rest for a while."

Quirrell did not elaborate.

Now, even his master Voldemort has temporarily fallen into a deep sleep due to the huge consumption.

He planned to recover some strength later.

Go to the Forbidden Forest again at night.

Try to successfully hunt a unicorn!

otherwise.

His own master would probably be fine.

But I am bound to die!

Before life and death.