Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"Because of a dragon egg, I almost killed you..."

"Maybe you should take the initiative to look for him after you are discharged from the hospital."

Harry nodded, then opened the book in his hand...

The next second, his eyes turned red.

This is a photo album.

The interior is filled with pictures of wizards.

The witches and wizards in the photo were smiling and waving at him...

None other than Harry's parents, James Potter and Lily Potter.

At this moment, Madam Pomfrey walked in.

In her hands she held a large cup of potion.

Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry's red eyes and sighed softly.

"Poor child... although it may be a little inappropriate for me to say this."

"But now you should keep a good mood."

"After drinking this potion, take a good rest."

Blake looked at the potion in her hand, his nose twitched slightly, and then he frowned.

"I'm leaving while you take your medicine."

"Maybe you could add a piece of chocolate in there first."

“It’s going to taste a lot better.”

……

When Blake walked out of the ward.

Sure enough, I saw that his face was gloomy.

Like Snape, who was owed hundreds of thousands of gold Galleons.

He stared at Blake and sneered.

"Dumbledore said that your level of Potions has reached a very high level."

"But now it seems that it is just a false reputation."

"Otherwise, you would have known what effect adding chocolate to that potion would have."

Blake smiled and said, "Of course I know what the effect will be."

"If Harry adds chocolate, he will have diarrhea all the time..."

"But I guess he'll be grateful to me."

"Because he would rather have diarrhea than drink a cup of potion that stinks like swill."

"By the way, your bad habit of deliberately making potions unpalatable is really childish."

Snape snorted.

"Same here. Although my potion tastes bad, you can definitely add something else to alleviate it. Instead of adding chocolate that will cause diarrhea."

"So... you're not going to tell me you didn't know this?"

Black also snorted coldly and walked past Snape.

"Of course I know. It only takes a little licorice...but this kid just offended me...so, it's reasonable to teach him a lesson, right?"

"Haha, I thought you were so generous..." Snape sneered again.

"So, for your own sake, be nicer, Professor Snape, or I can't guarantee that I won't spike your potion next time."

"If next time you see in your dream the person you secretly love having a 'deep conversation' with your enemy right in front of you... hehehe..."

Snape's face turned green, "You... you dare?!"

"Why wouldn't I dare? As you said, I'm very stingy!"

"I...I apologize..."

Snape's back teeth were almost broken.

but……

If Black really had tampered with the Drunkenness potion...

Wouldn't he explode on the spot?

……

Black had completed the mission he had promised Dumbledore.

Wait for Harry to wake up, and then answer his questions...

This is a really boring commission.

So, after resolving this matter.

Blake walked towards the Room of Requirement with a feeling of relief.

During this period of time, he has accumulated one supreme treasure chest and two diamond treasure chests.

There are as many as seven other golden treasure chests.

The reason why I don’t open it now.

It was all because the lucky potion he brewed in the Room of Requirement was about to be ready.

Since the lucky potion is about to be released in the next few days.

Then naturally, all the treasure chests should be stored first.

Anyway, it’s not bad for a few days.

After all, there are luck potions and no luck potions.

There is still a big difference in what is produced...

Just as Blake arrived at the teaching building and was about to go upstairs.

Baker the house-elf appears.

"The old master heard that the young master is finally free. So... he wants to meet you."

Blake touched his nose.

Grindelwald has been out for so long.

To be honest, Black had already prepared for Grindelwald to meet him.

But he didn't expect it.

Grindelwald actually waited obediently.

Wait until I have finished dealing with all the things on my side.

I just came to find myself...

I can tell.

He really didn't want to conflict with Dumbledore right now.

If Blake guessed correctly.

This meeting with Grindelwald.

Grindelwald must have had Dumbledore's approval...

Or rather, it is the default.

Blake said: "If that's the case, let's go."

Anyway, the luck potion in the Room of Requirement doesn't work that quickly.

and……

Blake also wanted to meet the legendary first Dark Lord.

"Please little master, hold Beck's hand."

Baker said happily.

Obviously, he was very worried that the young master would directly choose to refuse.

After all, compared to Dumbledore.

His old master Grindelwald was indeed somewhat notorious.

Unexpectedly, the young master accepted the old master's invitation without hesitation.

Blake reached out and took Beck's hand.

"Whoosh!"

House-elf Apparition.

The experience is much more comfortable than that of a wizard.

Blake didn't feel too bad.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself in a different place.

Blake looked it over.

He found himself in a mansion.

Blake had only one adjective for it.

That is the ultimate luxury.

Blake was now standing at the door to the living room.

And in the center of the huge living room.

A gray-haired man was sitting on the sofa with his back to him.

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Blake strode over.

It seemed that footsteps were heard.

The gray-haired man stood up and turned around.

His hair was not fixed much and was still messy.

But his clothes were changed into a well-tailored suit.

Grindelwald looked at Black with a smile on his face.

"Welcome home, kid."

"Home?" Blake looked at the big house.

"Yes, only a mansion like this deserves the word 'home', doesn't it?"

Grindelwald said proudly.

Blake couldn't help but laugh and said, "I didn't expect that you are still so competitive at your age."

Grindelwald blushed, "Haha... is there?"

"In fact, you and I both know that a place with people is considered home, no matter if it is a mansion or a dilapidated wooden house, right?"

Blake sat on the soft sofa very familiarly.

"Okay, you saw through me. I really wanted to compete with that old fool Dumbledore."

Black lives in Dumbledore's house.

So, he deliberately built a mansion that was hundreds of times more luxurious than Dumbledore's ancestral home in order to compete with others.

The purpose is to let Blake see his strength.

It would be best if I could just move out of Godric's Hollow and live with him.