Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Pulling up a chair enthusiastically.

Then he started to prepare tea for Blake.

Snape watched this scene in amazement.

Filch has always hated students.

The degree of disgust was even greater than his own.

Therefore, he had never seen this Squib be so enthusiastic towards any student!

But he is just such a lonely and bad guy.

He was so respectful to Blake!

Apparently, Filch has been tamed by Black!

Before he knew it, this guy had done so many things...

When Snape thought of this, he couldn't help but become even more wary of him.

After all, such a person.

He had only heard of one...

That was Voldemort back then...

"No. I'm not hurt." Snape said word by word.

"No one's injured. Then what's with the magic bandage Mr. Filch was holding just now?"

Snape was silent.

"I guess the one who hurt you must be a powerful magical animal, right?"

Blake said with a smile.

Snape looked at Black in shock.

"How do you know?" he couldn't help but blurt out.

"It's very simple," Black pointed to the magic bandage Filch placed on the table.

"It cannot be healed with magic, the only way to stop the bleeding is with a magic bandage..."

"This proves that your wound cannot be stopped by magic or conventional means."

"This could have been caused by either a curse or some magical animal with poisonous teeth..."

"Given that you smell of blood and you have to use magic tape to stop the bleeding, the chances of you being bitten by a magical animal are the highest."

"Ding! Shock detected!"

"Ding! Drawing treasure chest for the host!"

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

Snape was shocked by Black's meticulous observation and thinking.

Black looked at the silent Snape and smiled, "Actually, we are not enemies, Professor Snape."

"Haha... isn't it?" Snape said sarcastically.

"At least, I had no intention of making an enemy of you at the beginning."

"Until you foolishly provoked me," Blake said coldly.

"Then what else is there to say? Are you coming here just to mock my injuries?" Snape said angrily.

"Of course not, I'm not that boring..." Blake said, "Although you're a nasty person, I don't like you very much."

"But… you are definitely doing Professor Dumbledore's dirty work."

"You should know the relationship between him and me, so..."

"I have no choice but to treat you as one of my own."

Snape's eyes flickered. "Our own camp? Oh, Dumbledore really told you everything..."

"Since you and I are in the same camp, then... I will help you heal your wounds."

Snape sneered, "You'll help me heal?"

There was disdain in his eyes.

Even he, a master of potions, felt that his injured leg was a bit troublesome.

It requires brewing several rare potions to cure it.

He admitted that Blake did have some ulterior motives.

But he's still just a kid after all.

How could he possibly heal his own wounds?

"I know you don't believe it, but... you should recognize what this is, right?"

Blake took out a small glass bottle.

The liquid in the bottle is crystal clear!

Snape's pupils contracted when he saw the bottle.

"Phoenix Tears..."

Well, how could he forget that this guy has two phoenixes at home?

He can indeed heal himself...

But what does he want?

"You don't need to be so afraid of me. In fact, we are the same kind of people, Professor Snape."

"The same kind of people?"

"Yes, we..." Black leaned close to Snape's ear and whispered, "Actually, we are all undercover..."

Chapter 132: Snape is a man of steel! So fragrant...

"Ding! Shock and disbelief detected!"

"Ding! Drawing treasure chest for the host!"

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

Snape looked at Black in shock.

"Dumbledore was willing to send you out as a ..."

He glanced at Filch.

Filch understood immediately.

He put down the teapot in his hand and left the staff room.

"Yes, of course he is willing to do so." Blake smiled and said, "You have followed him for a long time, so you should know what kind of person he is."

"If a person's death is of great benefit to the overall situation, then he will let that person die without hesitation."

"Even if that person is himself!"

Snape was silent. He found that Dumbledore seemed... to be such a person?

After a while, Snape said, "So you approached Quirrell on purpose..."

When Blake said this, he immediately understood.

The so-called undercover agent that Blake mentioned.

It must be with Quirrell.

After all, there was something wrong with Quirrell, and Dumbledore knew it.

But Black was Dumbledore's adopted son.

But he often approaches him.

This is unusual.

Only Quirrell and Voldemort would think so.

Blake approached them because he was tempted by the dark arts...

"So... did you find anything?" asked Snape.

In fact, he had been keeping an eye on Quirrell for months.

But the guy always remained wary of him.

All I can do is stare at him.

If there is more, I can only grab him by the collar and threaten him a few times...

Moreover, besides knowing that his purpose was the thing that Dumbledore hid on the fourth floor.

There is no other information.

So, Blake is the one who can get close to Quirrell.

You will definitely be able to understand a lot of situations that you don’t understand!

"Heal your wound first." Blake said, "I say... you are not afraid of hurting yourself to death."

"Hmph..." Snape gritted his teeth and pulled up his robes.

His bloody calf was exposed.

Blake took a look.

"Hmm... these are the teeth marks of the three-headed dog."

"It's a relief that you can endure until now."

Snape frowned, "Dumbledore even told you what the levels are?"

"26 No, but judging by the shape and size of your wound."

"There are only magical animals from the canine family."

"A magical canine creature that is this large and this poisonous."

"I just thought of the three-headed dog."

Blake said as he opened the lid of the glass vial.

"Don't be surprised. I'm a Hufflepuff. I'm familiar with magical creatures and stuff."

Snape snorted again, as if to express his disbelief.

Blake took the glass bottle and began to pour Phoenix Tears down.

When Snape saw this, he was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched!

"One drop is enough! Don't..."

"Splash!" Blake poured half the bottle in one breath.

Snape was almost vomiting blood because of Black's wasteful behavior.

Phoenix tears are very precious.

Even though Dumbledore had Fawkes.

But Fox doesn't cry easily.

Even if I want to make potions, I need Phoenix Tears.

Dumbledore could only provide him with a drop or two...

But Blake is such a loser.

He actually poured out half the bottle!

His angry expression had not yet disappeared.

The muscles on his face began to twist again.