Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

In other words, Blake didn't want Quirrell to get this crucial information for free!

"The three-headed dog! I happened to hear something of it from Mr. Scamander," said Black.

"Really?!" Quirrell jumped up excitedly!

Of course, he realized the next second that he had lost control.

"Um, sorry... I've been looking for information for a long time, but couldn't find it, so I got a little too excited."

"I see...but why are you looking for information about the three-headed dog?" Blake asked with pretended curiosity.

Blake's question made Quirrell feel a lot more relieved.

There are no other questions, just ask yourself why you are looking for information about the three-headed dog.

This at least proves that Blake really doesn't know the secret of the room on the fourth floor.

In other words, there is no risk in asking him for information yourself.

"Well, you see, I'm a Ravenclaw."

"After my last adventure, I heard about a three-headed dog."

"But I don't know if what he said is true, so I want to find out if there is such an animal. What are the detailed information?"

"You know, I'm a Ravenclaw. If I don't understand these things, I won't be able to sleep well."

Blake nodded, "I understand. I'll tell you now."

Then Blake began to tell the specific information about the three-headed dog.

Where is the birthplace? How many pups are there in a litter? Blah blah blah...

The more Quirrell listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Because although Blake explained it in great detail, he never got to the point that interested him the most!

That's what the three-headed dog's weakness is.

But every time Blake was about to talk about a weakness, he would immediately avoid it and talk about something else!

Quirrell was listening to this and it was even more uncomfortable than being tickled through a boot!

In this way, Blake got several silver treasure chests from Qi Luo!

Finally, Quirrell couldn't stand it anymore. He started asking directly: "If... we encounter a three-body dog, how should we deal with it?"

After he finished speaking, he leaned forward and looked at Blake expectantly.

Blake said, "If you encounter a three-headed dog... run!"

"Ah?" Quirrell was caught off guard and almost fell off his chair.

"Professor, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's okay. The chair is a little broken... ahem... Is it all I can do if I encounter a three-headed dog? Run away?"

"We can't beat this thing, so of course we can only run away..." Blake said as if it was a matter of course.

"Then...what if I can't run away? Am I really just waiting to die? Is there no way out at all?" Quirrell asked in despair.

If he can't get past the three-headed dog, Fluffy, then he will never be able to complete his master's mission!

“It’s not that there isn’t…”

"What is it?" Quirrell became excited again.

Contributed another silver treasure chest to Blake.

"It's like this. Each three-headed dog has different weaknesses. Some of them will be afraid and retreat as soon as you dance in front of them."

"Some of them, you have to give them certain herbs, and then they will run away..."

"Some more, you have to sing him a lullaby..."

"Every Cerberus has a different weakness, so you can't be sure!"

"So, if you encounter a three-headed dog and can't escape, you can only rely on luck to survive."

"If you're unlucky and choose the wrong one... then it will pounce on you without hesitation... and eat you alive!"

"So, if you encounter a three-headed dog, run as far as you can."

This is of course Blake's nonsense. The three-headed dog has only one weakness, and that is music. It will fall asleep when it hears music...

But Quirrell didn't know that! When he heard this, he couldn't help but groan in despair.

There were so many possibilities, and if I chose the wrong one, I would die. How could I possibly get through that three-headed dog? Was I really going to gamble with my life?

"Of course, if this is a tamed three-headed dog, then its owner must know its weakness."

When Qi Luo heard these words, he immediately became energetic again!

Yes! A wild three-headed dog has to gamble its life, but this is Hagrid's! Hagrid must know!

But... this brings us back to the original problem.

Hagrid would definitely not tell me about the three-headed dog...

Seeing Quirrell's distressed look, Blake rolled his eyes.

"Actually, Hagrid knows a lot about magical creatures. You can ask him for more detailed information. He knows a lot more than I do."

"After all, this kind of ferocious magical animal is his favorite! He has always told me that he wanted to raise a fire dragon since he was a child."

When Blake finished speaking, he saw a thoughtful look on Quirrell's face.

He knew his words had worked.

Although he already had a modified black dragon, the more dragons there were, the better.

Although the dragons in this world are weak and have their hearts and livers dug out every day, Blake believes that if they evolve, they will be able to turn decay into magic.

What? The dragon egg will end up in Hagrid's hands then?

What's the difference between in Hagrid's hands and in Black's hands?

Would Hagrid hide such a good thing from me, a beast lover? Of course not!

When the time comes, it will be tamed as soon as it hatches! Directly NTR in front of you!

Do you believe that Hagrid will have to thank me in person?

……

Bob's performance in Charms class was not very good.

Because he was used to casting spells without a wand.

If he had a wand...

On the contrary, it can only have a negative effect.

And the spells in Africa are also different from those here.

These factors come down.

It was quite difficult for him to reach Professor Flitwick's standards in Charms.

"The wand is really useless." Bob threw his wand aside angrily.

"Who said that?!" Blake objected.

"Snapped!"

Black smashed his huge wand onto the table.

"The wand doesn't work? Do you know how many people I've knocked out with this wand?"

"Hiss... So the magic wand is used for knocking?"

Bob suddenly realized it! It was as if the door to a new world had opened.

"Of course!"

"Melee combat is the ultimate destiny of a mage!"

"What's the use of a wand made of that wood?"

Bob picked up his wand, "Can I return it to Mr. Ollivander then?"

"Uh, that's not necessary. I just need to put armor on my wand!"

"Putting armor on the wand? What a genius idea!" Bob said excitedly.

Bob felt that Blake's melee combat ideas were exactly what he wanted!

The spell itself may not be better than most people.

But when it comes to close combat! I can beat a small Karami with one punch!

At that time, I only need to cast defensive spells without a wand, and then combine it with close combat, wouldn't I be invincible? !

"Let's take a look at the armor of this magic wand... It's actually very simple. It just needs a layer of metal on the outside..."

"What shape would be better? I think we could add a hammer head."

"Or, sharpen it to make a three-pointed bayonet!?"

"Alright! Two more blood tanks over here!"

The excited discussion between the two directly annoyed Cassandra who was reading a book next to them.

"Are you trying to get a magic wand, or a murder weapon!?"

"Is there any difference?" Blake said with a simple look on his face.

To be honest, there is really no big difference between a wand in the hands of a wizard and a gun in the hands of a Muggle...

The simple difference is that Muggle guns can only be used for attacking, while wizard wands can be used for other daily purposes besides attacking.

Therefore, it is normal to strengthen the attacking ability of your weapon. It does not affect the normal casting of spells anyway.

"But we don't need to fight normally!" Cassandra said unconvinced.

"Hiss... Yeah, it's indeed a bit too conspicuous when we're not fighting." Blake mused.

Then he clapped his hands.

"Have it!"

Blake took out a bunch of props and started his own processing.

Fortunately, this is a secret base in a secret passage.

If they were in the library, they would have been kicked out by Madam Pince for making such a fuss.

However, after being disturbed by Blake, Cassandra lost interest in reading. She also ran to the side and watched Blake's operation.

"What are you doing?" Bob asked Blake.

But Blake was too absorbed to answer.

"He is making alchemy. This is alchemy!"

Cassandra's eyes followed Blake's movements without blinking.

Recently, after discovering that I was no match for Blake in every subject.

Unwilling to give up, she began to study alchemy again.

He wanted to catch up with Blake in a subject that was not offered in this school, and then win the game.

but……

Well, Blake was even more brutal in alchemy than in any other subject...

However, after such research, Cassandra was attracted by the charm of alchemy.

So, when he saw Blake taking action, he couldn't help but watch carefully.

only……

Blake was so fast! Even when extracting metal.

Cassandra didn't even see what metal he was placing on the flames! He had already begun to shape it with a spell!

Even Cassandra, who had only learned a little bit, didn't understand it, let alone Bob next to her.