Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

But the real fire curse was unleashed only when the young lady was getting into the bridal sedan, and this was the first time.

He muttered a spell softly, then held the wand and began to wave it according to the trajectory recorded in the travelogue.

Voldemort nodded, and with such unskillful movements, it seemed that he had never used the Fiendfyre Curse before.

However, although his movements were unskilled, he did not make any mistakes!

This is exactly what Voldemort admired about Black!

His talent in the dark arts is truly terrifying!

"Okay...cast the magic slowly..." Voldemort instructed.

"Then, when the little flame appears, remember to recite the spell to control it..."

But Voldemort had not yet finished speaking.

"boom!"

A huge ball of fire rushed towards Voldemort's face!

A hideous skull seemed to flash in the huge flames!

"Uh! Not good!" Voldemort was shocked!

Fortunately, he always held his wand.

He raised his wand, and then a huge ball of fire suddenly appeared in the air!

Voldemort looked at Black in anger.

Then I saw the look of horror on his face.

He didn't mean it?

Suspicious, Voldemort waved his sleeves.

The fierce fire in front of him immediately dissipated into nothingness!

He certainly didn't brag.

His attainments in the dark arts are truly unparalleled...

At this time, Blake's face was full of horror.

But now my heart is filled with joy!

Because the system prompted that Voldemort was just frightened and a golden treasure chest exploded!

Voldemort's face turned livid: "You almost burned me to death just now..."

Blake looked bewildered.

"Sorry... Are you okay? I... I don't know why it got so angry..."

"I thought it would be the little flame you mentioned..."

Voldemort also came to his senses at this time.

hiss……

Generally speaking, an eleven-year-old wizard may not even be able to use the Fiery Spell for the first time because his magic power is weak.

Some talented young wizards can use it, but it can only produce a small flame at best.

As long as this small flame doesn't burn anything, the harm will be minimal.

But Blake...

He is also this age...

The first time I used the Fiendfyre spell, I was able to summon a Fiendfyre of this magnitude? !

Doesn't this mean that his magic power is stronger than that of his peers...

No! It is much more powerful than ordinary adult wizards!

She's only eleven years old! When she grows up...

Voldemort went from angry to happy!

Genius! This is a genius of the dark arts!

That confused old man Dumbledore actually sent a genius of dark magic to his own camp!

Once you have successfully brainwashed yourself.

Then he will have a servant under his command who is better than little Batty!

"¨々Ding! Extremely excited emotions detected!"

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

Blake lowered his head as if feeling guilty.

But he was actually managing his facial expressions.

Otherwise he was worried that he would not be able to hold back his laughter...

In Voldemort's heart, he already regarded Black as a sharp sword to expand his territory after his resurrection!

And now, what he has to do is to pay enough temptation to firmly grasp the sword in his own hands!

Voldemort said: "Black, do you understand? The power of dark magic..."

"You almost killed me when you used your dark magic."

"Are you really willing to give up this kind of power?"

Blake raised his head. "I won't give up. Professor..."

"This power...can you teach me more?"

Voldemort laughed and said, "Are you determined to betray Dumbledore?"

"No... I... I'm just pursuing power. It doesn't mean I will betray Dumbledore!" Black said firmly.

Voldemort sneered in his heart.

The first step to fall is to find an excuse to convince yourself!

Now, he has taken the first step!

……

Wait until Blake leaves the classroom.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening.

He looked at the pieces of parchment in his hands.

A trace of disdain flashed across his face.

He remembered what Voldemort had said to Quirrell in his face before he left.

"Once you have learned the dark magic recorded on the parchment, you can come back to me and I will teach you the rest."

"Since you don't intend to betray Dumbledore, you'd better not let him know that you secretly learned the Dark Arts."

"I have always welcomed children who pursue great power..."

Blake crumpled up the pieces of parchment and stuffed them into his pocket.

I thought it was some kind of dark magic.

The result was the Cruciatus Curse...

Can the Cruciatus Curse be called a powerful force?

He had already mastered this trick when he was eight, without even using a wand or reciting a spell.

He seemed to be born with a natural ability to master this kind of magic...

He had used this magic when he was still in the orphanage.

A thug who bullied orphans was secretly tortured to death.

Afterwards, that bastard never showed up again...

Blake confirmed that Quirrell had left.

Just go straight to Dumbledore's office.

Xiaobai, who had been hiding in his pocket just now, popped his head out at this time.

"Meow~"

"You're feeling pent up, right? Let's go to the headmaster's office and I'll treat you to some candy. Professor Dumbledore has plenty!"

……

"If Black skips class again, I will..." Snape hadn't finished his words.

The door of the principal's office was opened.

Blake walked in.

He glanced at Snape with a smile, and then greeted Dumbledore enthusiastically, who was frowning.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."

"How did you come?"

"I want to ask you a favor?"

"what's up?"

"I want to go through the back door..."

Dumbledore's face scrunched up.

"Next time you ask me to abuse my power for personal gain, can you come quietly?"

Chapter 164: Snape: If you dare to send me shampoo again...

"Next time you come to me to abuse my power for personal gain, can you please do it quietly?"

Dumbledore was helpless.

How could a student tell the principal that he wants to go through the back door as soon as he enters the principal's office?

Or when there were other professors in the principal's office...

"Hehe..." Snape stood aside with his elbows folded, complaining in his heart.

Don’t you two do this kind of thing often?

Just the animals that this kid secretly raised are enough to get him fired ten times.

Isn't he still standing in Hogwarts now?

Blake waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, aren't all the people here ours?"

Snape put on a sour face, "You and I are not from the same family..."

"Ah? You went back to being a Death Eater?" Black said in surprise.

Snape's expression turned even more sour, "Nonsense!"

"Then why did you say you're not one of us? I thought you betrayed us again."

Snape took out the joy potion. If he didn't take a sip, he thought he would be angry to death.

"I think what Professor Snape is saying is that he and you are not the same people." Dumbledore couldn't help but interrupt.

"Is there a difference?" Blake said, "You and him are family, you and I are family, so aren't we family? What's there to be entangled about?"

"Gulp gulp." Snape was gulping down the potion.

Black looked eagerly at the potion in Snape's hand. "Delight potion? Any more?"

Nagini is usually quiet except when she wakes up in the morning.

The rest of the time, the mood is not very high.

Maybe a little cheerleader could cheer her up a little?