Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Dumbledore had no intention of teaching Black in the Headmaster's office.

"Um...actually, I've learned Occlumency," said Blake.

"Hmm?" Dumbledore turned, "Severus..."

"Well, it's just... after that magical power bounced his consciousness away, I suddenly got the hang of it," said Blake.

Dumbledore met Black's eyes.

After a moment, he showed a look of surprise.

Because he really couldn't read any emotions in Blake's eyes!

If it were anyone else, Dumbledore would only need to take a look and wouldn't even need to use Legilimency.

He will be able to tell whether the person is lying or not.

And now, Dumbledore had gone out of his way to use a bit of Legilimency.

However, he could not see any emotion in Blake's eyes.

This is exactly the manifestation of the entry into the art of brain occlumency!

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that you have indeed mastered it."

Now that the most difficult part of getting started has been solved.

The exercises after that were much easier.

"Then... we can proceed to the next stage," said Dumbledore.

"Um...what's the next stage?" Blake was a little confused.

Now that he has mastered the art of occlumency, it will be up to Blake to continue practicing on his own.

In other words, there is no need for anyone to teach anymore, but it seems like that now.

Dumbledore still seemed to insist that Black follow him somewhere.

Black followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall.

Even left the castle directly.

At this time, because it is the weekend.

Most of the senior students had gone to Hogsmeade.

So there were only a few scattered students by the Black Lake.

After all, there are many things that are not available in convenience stores.

Besides, not many people want to stay in school when they can go out and relax.

Dumbledore brought Black directly to the Whomping Willow.

Black knew immediately where Dumbledore wanted to take him.

Screaming Shack.

It was originally used to cover up Remus Lupin's identity as a werewolf.

Dumbledore specially planted a rare Whomping Willow here.

There is a secret passage under the Whomping Willow.

At the end of the secret passage is the Screaming Shack.

Remus Lupin would come to the Shrieking Shack every month during the full moon to go through the painful transformation phase.

I have to say, this is indeed a great hidden place.

Otherwise, Lupin's identity could not be hidden.

Dumbledore drew his wand and shook it.

A small stone flew over and hit a scar on the trunk of the Whomping Willow.

The Whomping Willow's swaying branches immediately stopped swinging.

"Come on." Dumbledore called to Black.

Blake knew about the Shrieking Shack though.

But it is indeed my first time here.

"Um... Professor, won't we be noticed in broad daylight?"

"It's okay, Blake. There's actually a disruption spell around the Whomping Willow."

"Unless someone follows us closely, no one will be able to spot us from a distance."

"They will subconsciously ignore the situation on our side."

Blake nodded.

And why are you so careless.

It turns out that I was prepared.

Otherwise, according to Blake's habit, he would have to activate the stealth function of the hover cloak before approaching the Whomping Willow.

The secret passage is hidden at the roots of the Whomping Willow.

Dumbledore pulled open a panel beside a thick tree root, revealing the door below.

"Professor, where is this place?" Blake asked at the right time.

Because he wasn't supposed to know about the Shrieking Shack in the first place.

"Here..." Dumbledore showed a nostalgic look on his face.

"This place was built for some... very special reasons."

“It’s now deserted and few people know about this place, so this place is the best choice.”

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't want to say more, Black didn't ask any more questions.

The secret passage was not narrow and seemed very dry.

Blake could just walk right in.

Dumbledore had to lower his head to enter.

At the end of the secret passage is a wooden door.

Because it’s been a long time.

So the wooden door had completely rotted away.

Dumbledore whispered a spell, "Restored to its original state."

The rotten door immediately went from being dilapidated to being as clean as new.

Blake could even smell the fresh aroma of newly made wood furniture.

Dumbledore opened the door first and walked in.

"Wait a moment, I'll go in and clean up first."

"Okay, Professor."

When Blake stood at the door, he could already see what was inside.

This is a room that is not too big.

The furniture inside is very complete.

There was even a bed against the wall.

However, these furniture have been worn out by time.

Even the wooden floors looked bumpy.

As Dumbledore stepped in.

Blake even heard a few sounds of wood breaking.

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand gracefully like a conductor.

The next second, everything in the room seemed to go back in time.

The furniture and floors are quickly restored to their new look.

The thick dust gradually disappeared, and finally everything became spotless...

About five minutes later.

Dumbledore called Black in.

The Screaming Shack at this time was completely different from before.

If someone saw the furnishings in the room.

You would definitely think it was newly renovated.

Blake couldn't help but secretly sigh, the great wizard is really amazing, he is so good at doing housework...

Things in the Shrieking Shack are not exactly the same as before...

At least, the small open space opposite the bed was actually lengthened!

"A little stretching charm," said Dumbledore. "I think some space is needed for training spells."

"Professor...you mean the training spell?" Blake understood.

Dumbledore wanted to teach himself more than just Occlumency.

"Yes, Blake. As long as you keep practicing Occlumency, your level will get higher and higher. You won't need special training anymore."

"In other words, as long as you keep resisting my Legilimency, it will be equivalent to special training."

"I asked you to come here mainly to teach you other magic."

Black looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

Since he is brought here to teach magic, do we need to guess what kind of magic he is going to teach?

But, a white wizard like Dumbledore would teach himself dark magic?

This seems a bit weird no matter how you think about it.

Shouldn't he resolutely stop himself from learning or touching the dark arts?

Dumbledore pulled up an armchair and sat down.

He turned around and saw Blake still standing there.

"Come sit down, Blake. We're going to be in this place for quite a while."

Blake was seen coming over and sitting down, but he still had a weird look on his face.

Dumbledore sighed softly.

"I really don't want you to get involved in the dark arts, but... instead of letting others teach you and spread some weird ideas to you, it's better for me to teach you. It's better to guide than to block..."

"Besides, I always believe that the purpose of learning black magic is not how to use it. It is about prevention."

Dumbledore knocked on the table, and several stacks of desserts appeared on it.

"Dark magic... for example, a sword with a spike on the hilt."

"Being sharp can also hurt yourself."

"Take that Cruciatus Curse that Quirrell wanted you to learn the other night."

"This is a spell used purely to torture people."

"It seems to be extremely powerful, but in order to maintain the power of the spell, you must always keep your emotions in this state... of torturing others for pleasure."

"Other black magic, such as the Killing Curse, requires a hatred that wants to kill someone before it can be used."

"Blake... these are sick emotions."

"If this continues, the caster's psychology will undergo irreversible changes! In the end, his temperament will change drastically..."

"These are the thorns of the dark arts that pierce themselves."

"If you must learn the dark arts, remember that you cannot touch these thorns."