Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

What does it look like.

He couldn't tell even a little bit of information.

He obviously remembered that person.

But I just can’t say it!

Dumbledore said after one last check.

It is a kind of magic that is cast on oneself.

Can blur other people's perception of oneself.

As long as he doesn't want others to reveal his identity.

Then, even if the other party has seen him, remembers him, and understands him.

There is no way to speak out this information!

Even Legilimency cannot read this part of the memory.

Because this part of the memory is artificially blocked.

It can only be read by the person concerned.

When others read it, it is just a vague mist...

"This old guy is quite cautious." Blake said dissatisfiedly.

There is no accurate name, token, or appearance...

Even Blake couldn't open the dimensional door to his side.

Newt whispered, "Could it be the trouble left behind by the mysterious man?"

Black and Dumbledore looked at each other.

Then they shook their heads at the same time.

At this time, Voldemort was possessed by Quirrell and was planning to steal the Philosopher's Stone in Hogwarts.

Moreover, if he really has so many helpers.

There is no need to wander around Albania for so many years.

In the end, it has to possess Quirrell?

After a moment of silence, Blake suddenly asked, "Professor, where are the helpers you called?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard.

"They have already set off, but...it may take some time."

Because they were in a hurry, they didn't prepare any props such as door keys.

It takes some time to come all the way to Albania.

"So... is there anyone I know among them?" Blake asked.

"Yes. Aberforth is here too," said Dumbledore.

"Oh, okay, I'll send them over now," said Blake.

"Hmm?" Dumbledore looked at Black in surprise.

Blake raised his arm and drew another circle.

"Swish!" The dimensional gate appeared again!

Outside the door, Aberforth and several other people were standing in front of a fireplace.

He looked at the circle of fire that suddenly appeared beside him with a confused look on his face.

And in the circle of fire...

"Blake?!".

Chapter 140: Dumbledore: Hold on! This is our cub!

"Ding! Shock detected."

"Ding! Drawing treasure chest for the host!"

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

……

A series of system prompt sounds rang in Blake's mind again~.

At this time, Aberforth and a few others had already passed through the dimensional gate with a confused look on their faces.

"So..." Aberforth said in shock, "We were just gathering in Hogsmeade, and now we are in the forest of Albania?"

"Merlin...we use Floo powder as fast as we can and ride on brooms...we don't expect to reach Albania until tonight."

"Now...how much time has passed?"

Blake kindly reminded: "It's one second, Uncle Aberforth."

"Ding……"

Another series of reminder messages about treasure chests arriving.

"Uncle? Who is this child?" A man's voice came from behind Aberforth.

"Um... this is Dumbledore's adopted child. That's why he calls me uncle." Aberforth didn't explain further.

If I really talk about this, it's very troublesome.

It would be better to just say it directly.

"Oh..." The man nodded.

Aberforth looked at Black. "Did you do that magic just now?"

"Yes...but let's talk about magic later. Now...we still have a lot of things to deal with." Blake said.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, now that they have just been repelled, I think their lair must be ready for defense."

"Worse case scenario, they may have already moved on."

Blake smiled and said, "Don't worry, my friends just told me that all the guys who were there just now are here to stay, and none of them can escape."

The restriction against Apparition actually backfired on them.

Since I can't Apparate, I can only run.

But how can a human outrun a magical animal?

So, it didn't take long for those guys to be dealt with by Xiong Da and his friends.

"Hmm..." Dumbledore looked at the three huge monsters around Black.

For a while, I was hesitant to speak.

Then Dumbledore gave up.

Forget it, it’s normal for children to have some little secrets when they grow up.

And that giant bear...

Although his appearance has changed, he still has that silly expression and the scar on his ear.

Dumbledore recognized him immediately. Isn't this Big Bear?

Never mind.

As a Hufflepuff, it's normal to have one or two beasts as friends.

Dumbledore tried hard to convince himself.

If the child is willing to talk to you, he will talk to you naturally. If he is unwilling to talk to you, forcing him will only backfire.

Well, this is the viewpoint written in a Muggle parenting book he read not long ago...

"Since none of them have escaped, we must hurry up and launch a surprise attack."

"Otherwise they'll run away."

Dumbledore said.

"Professor, do you only have three reinforcements?" Black looked at the two people behind Aberforth.

Judging from their appearance, he probably had guessed who they were.

"Well ... two, in fact," said Dumbledore.

"The situation was so urgent that I only had time to call Aberforth and Alastor."

"Don't underestimate these two."

Aberforth is Dumbledore's younger brother, so of course he is not weak.

So Black looked at the man behind Aberforth.

There was a piece of flesh missing from his nose, one of his eyes was a fake, and one of his legs was made of wood.

But Blake would not underestimate this man.

Because he is Alastor Moody, known as the strongest Auror.

Legend has it that half of the cells in Azkaban were filled with him, which was quite powerful.

At this time, he had not yet retired from the Ministry of Magic.

And the other one...

Blake looked at the young girl and her purple hair.

A name flashed through my mind.

"This is Nymphadora... Nymphadora Tonks. She's new to the Ministry and is still training with me."

"You insisted on coming with me this time. I really had no choice..."

Moody said helplessly, leaning on his cane.

Tonks said unhappily, "I told you to call me Tonks! I don't like people calling me Nymphadora."

"Okay... whatever you want." Moody said helplessly. "With your half-baked skills, I just hope you won't hold me back later."

Tonks looked at Moody unhappily, "I've been training for a long time!"

"You're not even close," Moody said mercilessly.

"Pay attention, real combat is very different from training!"

Although Moody was still attacking Tonks verbally.

But in fact, it was a reminder for Tonks not to be careless.

"Okay." Moody looked at the unfortunate man who had fainted on the ground. "So you must have known where the destination is?"

"Yes, get ready, and then we will take action," said Dumbledore.

Moody nodded. He was not worried about this action at all.

Dumbledore is here, what is there to be afraid of?

At this time, Newt came out of the woods.

And behind him.

Zou Wu limped along.

The injury it suffered just now was not light.

There were several bandages wrapped around his legs.

Newt must have bandaged it just now.

The bandage was still oozing blood, and it looked rather miserable.

Blake walked up.

"Let me take a look."