Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

It's officially a holiday!

Obsession with taking holidays.

Be it the Muggle world or the wizarding world.

That's all consistent!

At least after tonight.

It has been a long time since I have to immerse myself in heavy academic studies!

Moreover, the final grades have not been announced yet.

Therefore, the test results will not affect everyone tonight.

When Blake arrived at the auditorium.

I found that the whole auditorium had turned yellow.

Badger-shaped banners were hung on the surrounding walls.

no doubt.

This year's House Cup champion is Hufflepuff, who has the highest points.

And Slytherin's six consecutive championships came to an end...

So, facing the smiling Professor Sprout.

Snape could only manage to force out an ugly smile...

Wait until Blake sits down.

Marcus suddenly ran over and pushed Cedric away.

A strong young man is now crying like a pear blossom in the rain.

"Thank you... Black... Because of you, we finally won the house Quidditch cup!"

"Also, there is a College Cup champion!"

"Thank you... Blake, you made me have no regrets."

Blake also felt a little sad.

This school year is Marcus' last year at Hogwarts.

Tonight is the year-end banquet.

It was also the graduation dinner for Marcus's class of seventh graders.

That means we won't be seeing him next year.

"Marcus, don't be like this. You should be happy tonight."

Blake patted Marcus on the shoulder.

"You're right, Blake, I should be happy tonight."

Marcus grinned, revealing an ugly smile.

But, as for Hogwarts...

He spent his entire youth here.

How could there not be any reluctance?

"Ah... I really don't want to leave 010. Besides, I'm graduating and I won't be able to see you guys anymore..."

"Black, you will be the captain of the Hufflepuff team!"

Blake pointed at his nose and said in surprise:

"Me? I'm the captain? But I'll only be a sophomore next year!"

"When have you ever seen a second-year captain?"

The captain of the hospital team is usually an old member.

There has never been a second-year captain.

After all, most people have to be in their second year to join the Quidditch team.

Second year player.

One hundred percent are newcomers.

Even if he was forced to be appointed captain.

It is not enough to convince the public.

“Others may not be able to convince the public.”

"But you can. Blake..."

"Originally, if you weren't here, I would have let Cedric be the captain, but..."

"Since you are here, there is nothing for him to do!"

Blake glanced at Cedric awkwardly.

"Isn't this bad..."

"What's wrong? Cedric! Do you have any objection?"

Cedric couldn't help but shudder when he saw Marcus glare.

Marcus couldn't beat Blake though.

But it's still simple to press him.

but……

He was indeed convinced that Blake was the captain.

"I don't know any tactics..." said Blake.

Then I saw Marcus's half-smile.

"Isn't the strategy simple?"

The corners of Blake's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Of course he knew Marcus's tactics.

Black scored, and the others played as they pleased.

Then Cedric caught the Snitch by chance...

After a few people chatted for a while.

Blake suddenly asked.

"Marcus, what do you plan to do after you graduate?"

Marcus's mood immediately became depressed.

"I wanted to go to Puldemre United for a goalkeeper trial, but..."

“I didn’t even get a chance to try out.”

As a Quidditch player.

Marcus's strength is still very good.

But his talent is indeed limited.

The strength is also far from that of real professional players.

So, even though it's cruel.

But Marcus had to say goodbye to his favorite Quidditch sport with regret.

Blake stroked his smooth chin and looked at Marcus.

Marcus felt uncomfortable being stared at.

I couldn't help but cover my collar with my hands.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Blake was slightly stunned.

Then he said unhappily: "What are you thinking about!"

"I just thought there might be another job that's perfect for you..."

Marcus was silent for a long moment.

"I know you're doing this for my own good, but..."

Blake knew what he meant.

This is because he is unwilling to be eliminated.

However, this is normal.

"All right……"

"If you still can't realize your dream."

"You can come find me."

Dumbledore arrived at the Great Hall soon.

Blake noticed.

Dumbledore also arranged for Nagini to sit in the staff seat.

Right at the edge of the long table.

Right next to Hagrid.

As the new manager of the school canteen.

He is also considered a member of the school faculty.

No one objected to this arrangement.

She quickly noticed Blake's gaze.

Then she returned a sweet smile.

Dumbledore stood up and began his annual speech.

"Another year has passed! Before you indulge in these delicious dishes, I must trouble you to listen to the clichés of an old man..."

"...Now, we have to hold the award ceremony for the College Cup..."

"But before that, I need to give out a special award."

Dumbledore paused.

Then he continued, “I believe everyone has heard about an incident that happened not long ago.”

"Yes, I have to give some extra recognition to a few students first."

"Let me see... first one, it's Mr. Ron Weasley..."

Same as the original plot.

Dumbledore began his act of adding points.

Blake wasn't panicking at all.

Because even if Dumbledore adds more points.

There is no way that Gryffindor's scores can surpass Hufflepuff's.

What's more, he is the biggest contributor in this matter.

Since Harry and the others have added points, why shouldn't I?

At this time, Ron's name was mentioned.

His face suddenly turned red with excitement.

Like a carrot dried in the sun.