Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Instead, it made Voldemort feel more at ease.

Geniuses are all arrogant!

Especially a talent like Blake!

If there is no complaint...

So, are you trying so hard to restrain yourself because of some other motive?

"Nothing in this world can be obtained without paying a price," said Voldemort.

"Even though you don't like it very much, this is the price you should pay."

"But you will soon find out how wise it is to join our camp."

"You will get everything you want, even... eternal life..."

"I have gone further than anyone else on the path to eternal life!"

"Otherwise, how could I still be alive today?"

"Because no one can kill me! I... am immortal!"

Blake's pupils suddenly contracted.

This little detail was quickly caught by Voldemort.

In fact, he really didn't have much dark magic to teach Blake.

So, to be on the safe side, he used his trump card.

eternal life……

In his opinion, no one would be unwilling to obtain eternal life!

Moreover, the more people pursue power, the more they cannot resist the temptation of eternal life!

Therefore, Blake must not be able to resist it!

Especially, how similar Blake is to my former self...

Obsessed with the dark arts, good at managing relationships between classmates and professors...

Moreover, he has advantages that he absolutely did not have before.

That's the relationship between him and Dumbledore!

This is a very useful trump card!

Voldemort decided that he must make good use of it!

"Great Dark Lord, I am willing to join your camp."

Blake said again with a sincere look on his face.

Of course, this is a vague statement.

He just said he joined.

As for offering loyalty and the like.

He didn't say anything at all.

Joining doesn't mean you can't defect.

A look of satisfaction appeared on Voldemort's face again.

He thought that Blake might have had some concerns before.

But after I threw out the bait of eternal life.

Blake must have sincerely surrendered to me.

"Very good, Blake."

"I am now temporarily without a physical body. There are many powerful black magics that I cannot show you."

"But as long as I regain my physical body, there won't be any problem."

Voldemort directly led the topic to the second stage.

As expected, Blake asked tactfully, "Great Dark Lord, what do you need to do to restore your body?"

Voldemort laughed and said, "Do you know what the Philosopher's Stone is?"

Blake nodded, "Of course I know, the Philosopher's Stone represents the pinnacle of alchemy!"

"The Philosopher's Stone can turn stones into gold and can make the elixir of life..."

Then Blake paused.

"You need the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Yes."

"But... as far as I know, the only Philosopher's Stone that still exists in the world today is in the hands of the legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel..."

"How are we going to find Nicolas Flamel?"

Voldemort smiled and said, "There is no need to go through so much trouble, because... the Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts, right here!"

Black said in surprise: "Could it be that Professor Dumbledore said that students are not allowed to approach the corridor on the fourth floor..."

"Yes, the Philosopher's Stone is in that place!"

Black asked doubtfully, "But why put the Philosopher's Stone here? Wouldn't it be better to put it in Gringotts, which is known as the safest place in the wizarding world...wait..."

"I saw in the newspaper earlier that someone broke into Gringotts, but nothing was stolen..."

Voldemort said, "Yes, the Philosopher's Stone was in Gringotts before. So, I asked Quirrell to sneak in, but he was a step too late. The warehouse where the Philosopher's Stone was stored was empty."

"You mean to say that Dumbledore moved the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts to Hogwarts?"

"Yes... Dumbledore is so self-righteous and proud, isn't he? He thinks that if it is kept under his nose, it will be safe... hehe."

"He has no idea how many things I have done under his nose..."

"He can't stop me!"

Voldemort, who has already obtained all the level information, is now full of confidence.

All it takes is a chance.

An opportunity that everyone took lightly.

He could let Quirrell take him in quietly and steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"So...what do you need me to do?" Blake asked. "You wouldn't have told me so much information if you didn't need me."

"It's really easy to talk to smart people... No need to rush, Blake."

"Although Dumbledore is an old fool, he does have some ability. In my current state..."

"It's not a good idea to act rashly!"

Blake said, "So all we have to do now is just wait?"

"Yes...wait. Don't act rashly without my order!"

"I'll call you then."

Blake nodded.

"Well, you don't need to come here anymore. After I recover, I will slowly teach you more powerful black magic."

"And... the secret of eternal life..."

……

Blake can leave early tonight.

Moreover, I knew that I wouldn’t have to perform the show every night.

Blake was relieved.

Although I can get treasure chests, I can’t do homework with the girls at night.

Spending the whole day with a man who reeks of garlic.

I really can’t stand it…

……

"what are you doing?"

Hermione, who was reading in the library, suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her.

　She said unhappily, "Of course it's for review! The exam is in a few weeks!"

"Review?" Black sat down next to Hermione, holding his chin with his hand and said with a bored look on his face, "Why do we need to review? Shouldn't we remember it during class? Could it be that you didn't remember it?"

"Ding! Anger and anger detected!"

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

Hermione took deep breaths frantically, trying to calm herself down which was almost broken by Black.

"You...you, just because you have a good memory, you can do whatever you want?!"

"I'm sorry, but having a good memory really allows you to do whatever you want."

Hermione took another deep breath...

But this time...

Even though she took deep breaths until she almost fainted, she couldn't stop her mentality from exploding.

"You...are you okay? If not, get lost and don't disturb me from reviewing!"

"Um...have you written your Transfiguration paper yet?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"I just wanted to help you check, really... How could I copy the paper, Zero."

……

When Black was driven out, he happened to see Dumbledore standing at the door with a smile on his face.

He held out his hand, and in his palm lay a faintly glowing, transmutation-charmed coin.

Wait until you reach a hidden corner.

"You told me that I would come to the library to find you as soon as this coin became hot. What happened?" asked Dumbledore.

"It's not a big deal. I agreed to Voldemort tonight and joined his camp, becoming an 'honorable' Death Eater."

Dumbledore: …

Chapter 174: You bastard Blake! You really deserve to die!

Dumbledore looked at Black with a puzzled look.

Of course he knew that it was impossible for Black to become a Death Eater.

Because that's what Voldemort thought he desired.

Blake was simply within reach.

"So, he finally revealed his true colors to you tonight?"

Blake nodded. "Yes. After all, if I don't come clean soon, he won't have any more dark arts to teach me."

Dumbledore was speechless again.

Only a genius like Blake could achieve this in just a few months.

Learn all the dark magic that Voldemort has accumulated over the years.

"I have to say, the appearance of a second face on a big bald head is indeed quite... um... scary."

Blake was still vividly describing what Quirrell looked like in his two-faced state.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then asked, "He did spend a lot of money to win you over. But..."

"If you agree too readily when you know the other party doesn't have much stock left, he might get suspicious."