Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Hermione's eyes widened, then she looked at Black who had just gotten in the car.

Judging from the look in Blake's eyes just now.

He could indeed see the Thestrals.

So, Blake has seen death?

Hermione wanted to ask, but didn't know how to start.

Blake looked out the window, not preparing to explain.

He couldn't say that the reason he could see the Thestrals was because of something else.

Is it because he pulled out an AK and shot a few Purgers?

……

The Great Hall at Hogwarts.

Everything still looks the same as last year.

However, the number of students is much less.

Especially the Slytherin side.

One third of the seats were empty!

Blake knew where they were going…

Apparently, Dumbledore knew it, too.

Because his complexion doesn't look very good now.

Blake suddenly became curious about whether Dumbledore had been invited to Nurmengard to participate in the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

He had spent the whole summer at Nicolas Flamel's house, so he was indeed unaware of it.

The next step is to follow the process.

First there was the sorting ceremony, and then there was the principal’s speech.

Then the meal officially begins.

Luna was indeed sorted into Ravenclaw.

Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor.

While Blake was eating.

Then Snape walked in from outside with a happy look on his face.

Professor McGonagall was quickly pulled away.

Soon after, Dumbledore also left the Great Hall.

Black guessed that this was the time when Harry and Ron, the two smart ones, finally arrived.

That's why Snape was so happy.

He must have thought that Harry Potter, whom he hated the most, would be fired this time.

This also means that the Ford car has reached the Forbidden Forest.

Suddenly, Professor Sprout walked in from outside.

"Blake, come and give me a favor, Spoon."

"what?"

"The Whomping Willow is badly injured... I need someone to lend a hand."

Chapter 239 Lockhart: Are you serious?!

To Professor Sprout's request.

Blake naturally wouldn't refuse.

Moreover, the Whomping Willow was indeed seriously injured after being hit like that.

It seems that Sprout's method of treatment was to put a "bandage" on the Whomping Willow.

So, if Professor Sprout were to treat the patient by himself.

It is indeed a bit of work.

Blake nodded.

Then he followed Professor Sprout out.

Professor Sprout said as he walked:

"I don't want to disturb your meal, but the Whomping Willow is seriously injured."

"This tree species is indeed very precious, but its vitality is not as strong as we imagined."

"Because it is more similar to animals than to plants."

"It's normal for other trees to have a branch broken, but for the Whomping Willow, it's like a broken bone..."

The Whomping Willow will automatically attack any moving creature or object that comes near it.

It is hard to say whether this is because it has its own intelligence or if it is all just its instinct.

If you plant it to protect something, the effect is quite good.

But the weaknesses are equally obvious.

There is a weak spot in its trunk.

Just like a switch.

Once hit, the Whomping Willow will stop all movement.

It's like falling asleep.

Blake thought that the Whomping Willow was a plant.

Very similar to the legendary tree man.

However, it is relatively simple to treat.

The Whomping Willow appears to possess all the qualities of both animals and plants.

So, just graft the broken branches back and tie them up with a bandage.

It won't take long for it to heal on its own...

This healing ability is unmatched by animals.

……

When Blake arrived near the Whomping Willow outside the castle.

A number of bright torches had been lit there.

In the dim firelight.

You can see that there are quite a few thick branches scattered around.

The Whomping Willow was hunched over.

The entire trunk was shaking.

Blake as the Archdruid.

Sensitively sensed its emotions.

It's pure pain and anger.

To be honest, Blake can be said to be a druid with a narrow focus.

He focuses more on animal research.

As for plants, his research was not that in-depth.

The simple and weak emotions of plants also made Blake overlook some things.

For example, plants also have their own consciousness.

It's just much weaker than animals.

Now, Blake felt the emotions of the Whomping Willow.

He discovered that the Whomping Willow had the strongest self-awareness of all the plants he had ever seen.

047 Although he had planted many Whomping Willows, none of them had as rich emotions as this one.

Ultimately, it was because the plants he planted were too young.

A few months old tree baby, even though he was raised by Blake.

In terms of consciousness, it is still impossible to compare with this tree that has truly grown for decades.

“It looks painful.”

Professor Sprout said:

"We might have a little too much work tonight."

Blake drew his wand and shot out several balls of dazzling light.

The ball of light slowly rose and hovered in the air.

Make the Whomping Willow area as bright as day.

This ball of light is much brighter than a torch.

Illumination is the magic that Blake is best at...

"Well done, Blake."

Professor Sprout said in surprise.

"Now we can see more clearly."

"Okay, let's reattach the larger branches first."

Sprout hurled a small rock and struck the scar on the trunk.

Then the trembling body of Beater Liu immediately stopped moving.

"We have fifteen minutes to get close to it for now."

Professor Sprout had a large bundle of bandages in his hands.

She had asked Madam Pomfrey for these bandages on short notice.

"Leave the small branches alone for now, let's connect the big branches first..."

Blake had by now slipped under the roots of the Whomping Willow.

I pressed my palms on the branches of the Whomping Willow and felt them carefully for a while.

This was not the first time he had approached the Whomping Willow.

But this is the first time I've observed it so closely.

After checking the condition of the Whomping Willow.

He turned his head and saw the bandage in Professor Sprout's hand.

"Professor, I can actually..."

Blake hadn't finished speaking yet.

was interrupted by an overly excited voice.

"Oh! Dear Pomona, do you need any help?"

"Oh, it looks like you already have help."

"But why don't you ask me... an experienced adventurer, winner of the Order of Merlin, third class, honorary member of the Society Against the Dark Arts, five consecutive winners of the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, your most cordial partner and colleague, Gilderoy Lockhart... to help?"

A handsome wizard with flowing blond hair walked over.

His face was full of smiles, and his green robe was spotless.