Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

No, it hurts this time...

Phoenix Tears are indeed very effective.

After falling on Snape's injured leg.

Immediately, a "ripping" sound was heard.

It's like throwing raw meat into a hot pot.

Wisps of black smoke rose.

This is the curse and poison that dissipated from the wound...

Afterwards, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the wound healed.

But Snape's heart still ached.

As a Potions Master.

He could tell at a glance.

The extra Phoenix tears that were shed just now.

How many doses of expensive potions can be brewed...

Black saw Snape looking longingly at the bottle in his hand.

Then he showed his signature smile again.

"You want it?"

"If you want to tell me..."

"Only if you tell me can I know what you want."

"How would I know you want it if you don't tell me?"

"If you keep silent and act cool, how can I know what you want?"

"If you want, say it out loud!"

Snape was once again angered by Blackrory's nagging words and took out a silver treasure chest.

Although he really wanted this half bottle of Phoenix Tears.

But his dignity would not allow him to bow to Blake.

Just phoenix tears... I, Snape, am a man of steel...

I'd rather die right here! Jump off the castle! I wouldn't...

"I want..." said Snape.

Black was slightly stunned, then smiled and handed the half bottle of Phoenix Tears to Snape.

Snape silently stuffed the bottle into his pocket.

The originally pale face actually had a bit more color...

He didn't want it in the first place.

but……

Blake, this dog owner...

It would be a waste if you don't hit me with this autumn wind!

Besides, he had been spying on Quirrell for months!

Dumbledore and Black, do you know how hard this is?

Not only did Dumbledore not even say anything!

He even allowed his adopted son to gather together and bully him...

Damn...don't I, Snape, feel wronged?

This half bottle of precious Phoenix Tears is the compensation I deserve!

really fragrant...

I have to say that Snape's painting style has been distorted by someone unknowingly.

After Snape collected the Phoenix Tears, he continued with the previous question.

"You've been with Quirrell for so long, what have you gained?" Snape asked calmly.

"Yes... they tried to use dark magic to win me over," said Blake.

"They? You mean... the Dark Lord also knows you?" Snape asked puzzledly.

"Of course he knows me. Don't you know that Voldemort has always possessed Quirrell?"

"How could he not know me? It was Voldemort's intention to win me over."

When Snape heard this, it was like a thunderclap in his mind.

"You said... the Dark Lord... has always been with Quirrell?" Snape's voice was trembling.

"Yeah. Sometimes he even controls Quirrell's body to teach a couple of lessons."

"Ding! Extremely frightened emotions detected!"

"Ding! Drawing treasure chest for the host!"

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

Snape was filled with fear. He had threatened Quirrell more than once...

If he had known earlier that the Dark Lord was upon him... wouldn't that mean that the Dark Lord was watching all his actions?

Poor Snape had always thought Quirrell was just following orders.

He thought that the Dark Lord was controlling Quirrell remotely in some way. He never expected that the Dark Lord was actually on Quirrell's body!

"You...how did you know?" Snape regained his composure.

"The Dark Lord is so cautious, he couldn't possibly tell you this."

Blake said: "...He was using the opportunity to teach me dueling skills to intentionally lead me to be interested in the dark arts."

"And he did all this by directly controlling Quirrell's body. He thought I was still an ignorant child. I knew nothing."

“But for me…I can see clearly whether it is a changed soul or not.”

Snape nodded, remembering Black's keen observation.

He still recognized Blake's observation skills.

"He wants to lure you into his camp... just like he lured little Barty."

Snape is indeed a former Death Eater. He knows his former master very well.

"Did Dumbledore know this? About the Dark Lord being in Quirrell's body?"

Snape asked.

As soon as he asked the question, he knew that he had asked it unnecessarily. Black had even told him such important information. How could he not tell Dumbledore?

"Of course I do," said Blake.

Snape immediately became angry.

"Since he already knew it! Why didn't he just kill this guy Quirrell and the thing on him... together!?"

"With Dumbledore's ability, it's a piece of cake! Why waste time here?"

Blake said, "I can give you the answer to this question."

"Professor Dumbledore once told me a prophecy. The last sentence of the prophecy was roughly..."

"One of the Dark Lord and the child born at the end of July will die at the hands of the other."

Snape looked at Black in surprise.

"So, his so-called plan is to find a way to make that useless brat Harry Potter kill the Dark Lord and Quirrell himself?"

"How is this possible?!"

"It's better than..."

Blake waved his hand. "His plan has a high success rate, and... he really doesn't want any mistakes to happen, so he thinks it's safest to follow the prophecy."

Snape frowned, "But if that happens, Potter will be in danger..."

"Huh? You do care about Harry."

"Don't you hate him the most?"

Black teased Snape.

Snape glared at Black angrily and gave him another silver treasure chest.

"Listen, I hate him, but that doesn't mean I want him to die!"

Snape said firmly.

"Then you better pay attention..." Blake said.

"Watch out for what?" Snape asked.

"Tomorrow should be Harry's first Quidditch match, right?"

"If you accidentally fall down while flying in the sky..."

"If I were Quirrell, I would choose to take action at this time."

"Just chant a spell on his broom."

“No one will know the reason afterwards.”

"Everyone will think that this was an accident caused by Harry's own lack of skills."

Black's words set off a huge wave in Snape's heart.

Yes... Tomorrow is indeed a good opportunity...

If Quirrell is possessed by the dark devil.

The Dark Lord's deep hatred for Harry Potter.

It is really possible to take action!

And Dumbledore... he hasn't been in school these days.

Before he left, he specifically told me to keep a close eye on Qi Luo.

He may not be back these days.

Blake seemed to guess what he was thinking.

"If you want to tell Dumbledore and ask him to come back, I can help you notify him," said Black.

The phoenix is ​​much faster than an owl in delivering messages.

"That's not necessary..." said Snape.

"There's no need to ask him to come back. I can handle Quirrell."

Snape was confident of this.

Even if Voldemort himself controlled Quirrell's body.

The spell he used still required Quirrell's magic power.

Quirrell's abilities were no match for his own.

Even if he has Voldemort's skills, I can defeat him with my own strength!

"Okay, I'm leaving now," Blake said. "If I don't leave, you can deduct points from me for night wandering."

Snape watched as Black opened the door and prepared to leave.

He suddenly asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

Black said, "Albus Dumbledore's enemies are my enemies. So... we have the same enemies, don't we?"