Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"So... dark magic is nothing?" Blake couldn't help but say.

"That's right, Black. Dark magic is shit." Dumbledore also said with a smile, "Only someone like Tom who has never understood what love is would pursue the power of dark magic so much. I know it's hard for you to believe it just by saying it, so I will use this period of time to fully demonstrate the power of love to you..."

Blake nodded. He had indeed witnessed the power of the magic of love.

Dumbledore continued: "No matter what time, please remember this."

"We learn magic, whether it is black magic or white magic, in order to use it when the opportunity arises. We are not controlled by a certain kind of magic!"

"So, when Tom comes to see you again, you can use the black magic he wants you to learn to fool him."

Chapter 172 Voldemort: This kid is actually a lunatic!

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"squeak!"

"Very good! Black! You have completely mastered the Cruciatus Curse!"

Voldemort, who was possessing Quirrell, said excitedly.

In front of him.

Black was holding his wand.

Torturing a mouse crazily.

At this time, the mouse was already twitching.

Foaming at the mouth.

It was obviously failing.

But Black still used the Cruciatus Curse with a look of satisfaction on his face.

It was not until Voldemort shouted stop that he stopped with a look of unsatisfied intent on his face.

This performance caught Voldemort's eye.

It couldn't be more perfect!

Because he knows.

The beast in Blake's heart has been completely released by himself.

From now on.

There is no possibility for him to turn back!

"This feeling is really... so refreshing."

Blake said: "I can't wait to use it on humans!"

"No! You can't use it on humans yet!"

Voldemort didn't know that the beast in Black's heart could be so violent.

Now I’m thinking of using it on humans.

"Why not? On mice...to be honest, I still don't feel comfortable enough!" Blake's eyes flashed blood.

"Who do you want to use it on now?"

“There are so many people in the school…”

"No…you're going to get expelled for this! I don't want you to get expelled yet, Blake."

“Patience… the release after extreme patience is the most refreshing.”

Voldemort hurriedly tried to stop Black, who was about to rush out of the empty classroom.

Black is his trump card against Dumbledore!

　23 We can’t let it break at this time!

"As long as I'm careful... I can use the Oblivion Charm afterwards... I went out of my way to learn the Oblivion Charm."

Blake grinned a maniacal smile.

Voldemort said seriously: "You took so long to come to me, not because you spent so much time learning the Cruciatus Curse, but because you also spent time learning the Oblivion Charm?"

"That's right! If this kind of spell can't be used on humans, what's the point of learning it?"

"I just need to be careful with the Oblivion Charm..."

"Enough!" Voldemort stopped Black. "Your magical talent makes you destined to be extremely powerful in the future. But... I don't want to see an irrational lunatic."

Blake shut his mouth. It felt so weird to be called a madman by a madman...

"Take this, and come back to me next time you learn this."

Voldemort handed over a piece of parchment.

"Remember, you must never experiment with dark magic on anyone in school. If I find out that you use dark magic on anyone, I will never teach you any dark magic again."

Blake showed a horrified expression, "I promise! Professor..."

After Voldemort left with satisfaction.

The crazy look on Blake's face gradually disappeared.

"Well... I put in a bit more effort in my performance today."

He turned around and walked over to the little mouse and squatted down.

Blake poked the foaming mouse with his wand.

Well, it's nothing serious. It's just that I felt so good that I foamed at the mouth and temporarily lost my ability to move.

Love Massage can override the effects of any magic.

And the magic of love has a strong ability to disguise.

So, he just used the Cruciatus Curse for the first time in history to make the other party feel good.

Sometimes, the reactions to extreme pleasure and extreme pain are actually similar...

At least, Voldemort didn't see that.

Blake stood up and opened the parchment in his hand.

"Avada Kedavra? Well, this is interesting."

……

in the following days.

Blake's daily schedule became attending classes during the day.

Then at night, she used dark magic disguised as the magic of love to deceive Voldemort into living a comfortable life.

Black's powerful talent in dark magic made Voldemort love and fear him.

The more powerful this kid is, the more tragic it will be when he backstabs Dumbledore in the future.

This is why Voldemort likes him.

However, his talent is too strong.

He was so powerful that even Voldemort had to be wary of him.

And, the most crucial point is.

This kid is a lunatic.

Voldemort thought that this boy must have been oppressed too much in the past.

If I let myself go a little, I would go completely crazy.

How crazy would it be if he completely surrendered in the future?

Voldemort is now considering how to control this madman in the future.

that's it.

Time slowly entered into May.

And during these few months.

Because of Blake's strong learning talent...

As a result, even Voldemort could no longer teach Black any special dark magic.

Most of the time, he was asked to repeatedly practice the black magic he had already learned.

Because Voldemort knew.

The more you use the power of black magic, the deeper you fall.

Blake at this time.

In Voldemort's eyes, he was already stuck in a deep quagmire.

and so……

He decided it was time.

Someday in mid-May.

Blake came to the secret empty classroom as usual in the evening.

However, this time, Quirrell did not urge him to practice black magic as usual.

Just like when he first seduced Blake into learning the dark arts.

Quirrell had already made a pot of tea and was sitting in an armchair, quietly waiting for Blake.

"Which dark arts are we going to practice tonight?" Blake asked as usual.

"No...no practice tonight," Quirrell said.

"Why?" Blake showed a disappointed expression on his face.

He seemed very dissatisfied with not being able to use black magic immediately.

Seeing Blake's expression, Quirrell showed a hint of joy on his face.

"Sit down first, Blake."

Blake pulled up a chair and sat down with some dissatisfaction.

"As you can see, Black, you have already learned all the dark arts that I know."

"In other words, I have nothing left to teach you."

Quirrell waved his wand and the teapot automatically poured Black a cup of tea.

Blake frowned and thought for a while before saying:

"That... is nothing. I can continue to practice what I have already learned."

"More... I'll slowly find opportunities to learn later."

Quirrell smiled and said, "Where are you going to find an opportunity to learn?"

"Dark magic is the most feared force in this world."

“No one will teach it to you casually.”

"And this is a profound and powerful force."

“How many people in the world do you think are good at this?”

Blake was silent, a look of annoyance on his face.

"Professor, what do you think we should do?"

"Since you mention this to me, you must know where I can learn more about the Dark Arts, right?"

Quirrell smiled and said, "Of course!"

This kid is really smart. Isn't this just passing the conversation to me?

"As far as I know, there is only one person in this world who is most proficient in the dark arts."

"And I can guarantee that you can learn more profound and powerful black magic from him."