Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

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The next morning at eleven o'clock.

Deb from the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team arrived as expected!

Blake sat on the high platform, quietly watching the players from both sides take off from the ground...

The game officially started.

And Blake also found Quirrell who was sitting in the stands on the other side.

He pursed his lips tightly.

The complexion on his face is much better than before.

I guess he must have eaten a lot of the secret burgers I made for him recently.

Snape sat in a seat not far from Quirrell.

His eyes were also vaguely staring at Qi Luo...

"How's the situation?"

Hagrid squeezed over from the side of the stands with a huge pair of binoculars in his hands.

"The game has just started, Hagrid," Black replied. "The Snitch hasn't appeared yet."

"Oh... after all, the game has just begun..."

Hagrid muttered, raising his telescope to look at a tiny dot high in the sky.

And that little dot was Harry riding the Nimbus 2000.

097 The scene was filled with Lee Jordan's passionate but very non-neutral commentary.

And the cheers of the whole school students...

Blake's focus wasn't entirely on the game.

A large part of the attention was focused on Quirrell and Snape opposite them.

Blake noticed that Quirrell had an expression of surprise and eagerness on his face.

I think he was ecstatic because Dumbledore was not found at the scene.

As long as that old guy isn't around...

Then he quietly cursed Harry's broom.

It will be difficult to be discovered!

Even if Harry's broom was discovered to have been cursed.

It's also difficult to track him down!

This is an excellent opportunity!

A chance to get rid of Harry Potter quietly!

Quirrell made up his mind, and then began to focus his eyes on Harry's broom!

Snape also took in Quirrell's expression completely.

He found that Quirrell seemed to have suddenly decided to harm Potter!

Quirrell didn't seem to know that Dumbledore would not come to watch the battle!

That is to say...

Blake was able to guess what Quirrell was going to do last night?!

This kid... is so scary!

Snape was now full of fear of Black.

This guy doesn't look like an eleven-year-old wizard at all!

But at this time, Snape had no time to think about it.

Because as Quirrell muttered to himself.

High in the air, Harry Potter's broom suddenly began to shake violently!

If Harry hadn't held on to the broom handle tightly.

He was nearly thrown off by his own broom!

Snape didn't waste time before turning his attention to Harry as well.

At the same time, he began to chant a counter-spell.

Then Harry's broom went from shaking violently to trembling slightly...

Quirrell and Snape's spells collided!

In the audience, everyone was exclaiming as they looked at Harry who suddenly behaved abnormally.

No one knows what exactly happened.

Black glanced at Hermione who was sitting peacefully next to him.

At this moment, her eyes were also looking at Harry in the sky.

He didn't notice Snape who was chanting a spell over there at all.

In other words, because of my own reasons.

Hermione would not set fire to Snape's robes again.

Of course, he wouldn't accidentally knock over Quirrell who was chanting a spell.

Blake looked at the two people who were still in a stalemate.

"Forget it, let me help."

Black looked at Harry in the sky, his lips trembling slightly.

He is also chanting a spell...

Then Quirrell and Snape, who were fighting with sweat on their foreheads, trembled at the same time!

They felt the third powerful magical force surging towards them!

Directly break all the spells of both sides!

Snape and Quirrell looked at Harry, who had returned to normal, in shock.

Such a powerful spell... Could it be that Dumbledore has returned? !

"Ding! One emotion each of shock and panic detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining two silver treasure chests!"...

Chapter 133: One against thirteen? Captain! Is this the tactic you mentioned, designed with me as the core?

No more distractions.

Harry used his talent perfectly.

Caught the Golden Snitch directly.

Won the game for Gryffindor.

……

night.

Snape's office.

"You are right in your deduction."

"Quirrell really did attack Potter, and at that time..."

"Don't mess with that, Green."

"Unless you want to be covered in boils."

Snape looked gloomily at Black who was about to pick up a bottle of strangely colored potion.

"Cough cough..."

Blake sneered and put the potion bottle back.

His proficiency in potions is still only at the elementary level.

He can't make many potions yet.

and so……

He saw that Snape had so many potions that were obviously poisonous.

I couldn't help but want to buy two bottles.

"Don't be so stingy, Professor Snape."

"Look at me. I gave you that big bottle of Phoenix Tears without even blinking an eye."

Snape glanced sideways at Black.

The potions here are all brewed by myself with great effort.

It's not easy to get.

And what about Blake?

Those phoenix tears are precious though.

But for Blake.

It’s so easy to get it!

He had heard Dumbledore complain before.

Now Fox felt closer to Blake than he did to him.

What Phoenix Tears? Blake only needed to say it.

Fox wished he could cry his tears dry...

"You wanted the potions?" asked Snape.

"Yeah!" Blake's eyes lit up.

Potions on a shelf in Snape's office.

Nine times out of ten it's poison!

Used to harm others... Oh, it's best to use it for self-defense.

"If you want it, you can...exchange it with Phoenix Tears."

"I can exchange five bottles of potion for one bottle of Phoenix Tears for you."

An ugly smile appeared on Snape's face.

"No... You wanted to take advantage of me, I don't blame you, but you treated me like a fool, that's your fault."

The value of a bottle of Phoenix Tears was enough to buy all the potions on his entire shelf with some left over.

But Snape offered to exchange it for five bottles.

Although Blake has a lot of Phoenix Tears, he can afford to waste them.

But no matter how wasteful he was, he didn't want to let the old bat get away with it.

Blake had put chili water in the half bottle he gave him before.

Otherwise, why would the old bat be in so much pain while healing?

"I don't want it anymore. Anyway, I can sell Phoenix Tears."

"Then use the earned Galleons to buy potions."

"It's a bit troublesome, but at least they are fair."

Snape snorted and sat back in his chair.