Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Wait until they return to school through the secret passage.

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

After saying goodbye, everyone went to the common rooms of their respective colleges.

Cassandra saw that Black's eyes had become bright.

Wait until everyone else leaves with a sudden inspiration.

Then he asked, "So... you actually have something to do tonight?"

“There are some small things to do.”

Blake was also a little surprised that Cassandra didn't leave.

"Um...how did you know that?"

"Your eyes, Blake..." Cassandra said, "even though your expression doesn't show anything."

"But I remember that look very clearly."

It was a look of excitement.

The last time she saw this kind of look was in the Forbidden Forest.

Blake heard this and became secretly alert.

I have indeed been feeling a little carried away recently.

If even Cassandra could see her own thoughts through her own eyes.

Then I was indeed lax.

but……

Blake suddenly felt a little lonely.

So, what’s wrong with letting your emotions run wild a little?

"You know, I just like exciting things."

“Whether it’s dangerous encounters or ferocious beasts, they’re all my favorites.”

“Only when I encounter these things do I feel like I am myself again.”

No matter if he was a good boy in front of Dumbledore.

Or a madman in front of Voldemort.

None of these are him.

In other words, disguise is also a means for him to seek excitement.

Wanting to earn treasure chests or something was actually just an excuse he used to convince himself.

The blood flowing in this body has never been ordinary blood.

And his soul has never been an ordinary soul that is content with the status quo.

Cassandra looked at Blake in front of her with joy.

The one with fanatical emotions in his eyes must be the real Blake.

He showed his true self in front of me...

"Can I go?" Cassandra asked.

"No, it's too dangerous, you can't go." Blake refused decisively.

“Well,” Cassandra said, “for your sudden opening of your heart to me…”

"But sooner or later I will join you on your adventures! I bet you'll beg me to go with you someday!"

……

It's ten o'clock sharp.

Quirrell's office.

Blake has put the "mask" on his face again.

There was an occasional flash of madness in his eyes.

Even Qi Luo couldn't help but feel secretly shocked.

This is a madman, a little madman who has not grown up yet...

Quirrell thought to himself.

"The master asked us to set off now," said Quirrell.

"Oh...but what about Snape?" Black asked.

"Didn't you say that Snape was always watching you?"

"Don't worry, he hasn't been staring at me much lately."

"And Dumbledore went to the Ministry, too."

"Tonight is a great time."

Quirrell said with a hint of excitement.

Blake rubbed his chin.

He couldn't help but guess secretly.

The reason why Snape didn't stare at Quirrell much.

Maybe it was because of him.

This poor guy...

Strictly speaking, I still haven't fully recovered.

It’s just that I take a bottle of Drunkenness and Dreaming Death potion every month.

Snape's face miraculously became much redder.

God knows what he dreamed about...

……

Quirrell and Blake quietly came to the corridor on the fourth floor.

Blake noticed something keenly.

That is, they didn't meet anyone along the way.

Forget Filch.

Not even a ghost was seen.

I think they were all removed deliberately by Dumbledore.

Just to create an opportunity for Qi Luo.

However, Quirrell was full of excitement.

These anomalies were not detected at all.

He pulled out a miniature version of the harp.

Then he used the unlocking spell to silently unlock the door in front of him.

"Don't make any noise when you go in," Quirrell ordered.

Blake nodded.

Quirrell pushed open the wooden door.

In a dark room.

A tall figure suddenly jumped up!

A fishy smell hit me in the face!

It was the three-headed dog Lu Wei who was about to pounce!

Quirrell quickly plucked the harp in his hand.

Soon, the ferocious three-headed dog began to fight with his eyelids.

"Boom..."

The three-headed dog couldn't even last three seconds.

He fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Blake looked at Lu Wei curiously.

How could this big guy have such a fatal weakness...

I don't know if there is any way to eliminate this weakness through evolution.

Just when Blake's thoughts had reached how to ntr Hagrid.

Quirrell's voice came over.

"Don't waste time, come here."

Quirrell said as he opened the door that Lu Wei had been crouching on.

A big dark hole underneath was revealed!

At this moment, the harp in Quirrell's hand just now.

Now it is floating next to Lu Wei, playing automatically.

"Jump down. There's a devil's snare underneath. Don't worry about getting hurt."

As Quirrell said this, he jumped down first!

Blake looked into the cave.

Then the pupils automatically turned yellow!

Partial deformation of the body is also a skill of the Druid.

After temporarily transforming his eyes into those of an owl.

The scene in the cave immediately became extremely clear.

At this time, Quirrell had been entangled in the Devil's Net.

A ball of fire appeared on his wand.

Let the tentacles of the Devil's Snare retreat in all directions.

Blake before jumping.

Just in case.

A bone flute was casually thrown by the door.

Then take a deep dive.

The levitation function of the levitation cloak is activated.

So he didn't fall very fast.

Because of the Druid's natural template.

Therefore, the tentacles of the Devil's Snare had no intention of entangling Blake at all.

When he fell on the dark tentacles of the Devil's Snare.

Quirrell had his back to him, looking excitedly at the passage ahead.

When Blake walked over.

Noticing that Quirrell was laughing quietly.

"Professor, what are you laughing at?"

Quirrell smiled and said:

"I laugh at Dumbledore's recklessness and Snape's lack of wisdom!"