Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"They actually let down their guard at this time, giving me the opportunity to finally get in here!"

"If they had kept staring at me for just one more day..."

"It's almost time... The master will be resurrected soon! I... I can also get what I want..."

Then Quirrell suddenly shuddered.

There was a look of horror on his face.

Black guessed that Voldemort had just cursed in his mind.

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Blake also felt that he deserved to be scolded.

Opening champagne and raising flags crazily at halftime.

If not, who would you scold?

As expected, Qi Luo did not dare to speak again.

Walk straight into the stone corridor ahead.

The corridor as a whole goes downwards.

There was even water seeping from the wall next to it.

Blake followed behind Quirrell.

Not long after, a rustling sound was heard.

The end of the stone corridor.

It is a brightly lit room.

And the ceiling of the room.

Countless little birds, shining brightly, were flying around.

At the other end of the room was a locked door.

Quirrell looked at the bird on the ceiling.

"Those are the little birds Flitwick turned into using the keys."

"We need to fly up on our broomsticks."

"Then among these keys, find the right one."

Quirrell looked at Blake, "This is what you're good at, isn't it?"

Blake glanced at the ceiling.

A bird with wings as sharp as knives.

Then he looked at the broom in the corner.

He knew what would eventually become of the broomstick he rode.

Moreover, he had no interest in adding countless tiny wounds to his body.

and so……

"In fact, we have another way to go."

Blake said.

Blake was seen walking to the front door.

Quirrell was a little annoyed, thinking that Black was disobeying orders.

"This door cannot be opened with the unlocking spell!"

Blake chuckled and said:

"Who said I was going to use the Unlocking Charm?"

"I have a faster way."

"Porgy..."

Blake pulled a Bowtruckle out of his pocket.

As soon as the little guy came out, he squinted his eyes because of the light in front of him.

"Can you help me unlock it?"

Blake handed over a mud turtle.

Boji took it happily.

He stuffed a handful into his mouth.

Then the little guy climbed onto the door handle.

It stayed at the keyhole, then stretched out its long, sharp nails into the keyhole!

"Crack!"

One second later.

The door was poked open.

"See, isn't this much easier than finding the right key among so many?"

Blake smiled and fed Porgy another mudskipper.

Quirrell looked in amazement at the Bowtruckle in Black's hand.

Then a hint of joy flashed across his face.

He suddenly understood why his master had insisted on taking Blake with him.

This is indeed much more efficient than if he came here himself!

……

The third level is Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard.

Quirrell, who was familiar with the rules of the level, took out a chess record.

He had already prepared a move to win the game.

Although the method is a bit stupid, it is indeed a good method.

"Black, do you know wizard chess?"

"I know a little bit."

"Then you stand there and take the place of that knight..."

Blake waved his hand, "But why do we have to waste time playing chess here?"

"Because only in this way can we pass." Quirrell said, "Unless, you have another way?"

"Yes," said Black, raising his wand, "to confuse the audience!"

Quirrell frowned. "The Confusion Charm is useless..."

"Click..."

The enemy king took off his crown and threw it on the ground...

The enemy's chess pieces also made way.

The door at the back also opened quietly.

"How...how is it possible?"

Quirrell watched this scene in shock.

“Sometimes spells don’t work because they’re not strong enough,” Blake said with a laugh. “Besides, I don’t really like following rules.”

Quirrell looked at Blake's back and felt a sense of frustration.

Because of Blake's existence.

Their speed in clearing the levels was extremely fast.

but……

For the first time, Quirrell also felt a sense of crisis.

By then, the master was resurrected.

Is it really me who has made the greatest contribution?

Chapter 176 I feel that this magic mirror is slandering me! It is slandering me!

Blake just walked into the next room.

His brows were tightly furrowed.

Because a disgusting stench filled the whole room.

Blake turned and walked away.

Then, under Quirrell's surprised gaze, he returned to the room where Professor McGonagall was stationed.

"Uh...did you go in the wrong direction?" Quirrell asked doubtfully.

"No... I'm just... making some preparations."

Blake said as he added a Bubblehead Charm to himself.

"Why do we have to use giant monsters? They smell bad and are hard to control. In fact, the Erumpent is pretty good."

"It will dig its horn into the ass of every intruder and then explode..."

Quirrell's face turned green.

He brought the trolls in because he was good at dealing with them.

This is all to make it easier for him to pass the levels on his own later!

It's not like he really wants to help Dumbledore guard the Philosopher's Stone.

What kind of venomous beast did he release?

Poke your own ass?

Black entered the room again under the Bubble Head Curse.

The familiar giant monster was still in the room.

Yes, it was the one that Blake tamed.

I didn't expect to be moved here again.

It looked at Blake stupidly, with no intention of attacking at all.

Of course it would not attack its owner.

but……

Blake is different.

"The soul is out of body!"

"Knock myself out, thanks."

"Dang!" The giant monster raised his big stick and knocked himself unconscious.

Quirrell saw this scene as he walked into the room.

He actually felt that what Blake did was a bit unnecessary.

The Imperius Curse is enough to control the troll for a period of time.

There's no need to knock this guy out again.

In fact, Quirrell was right.

However, Black had promised Dumbledore to let Harry off the hook.

Of course, the best thing would be to knock this big guy out directly.