Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

but……

When Lockhart was hit by a branch, he was knocked flying.

After falling flat on his face in front of them.

Professor Sprout knew that he was completely wrong.

At this moment, she noticed the smile that Blake couldn't suppress next to her. She finally understood why the Whomping Willow took action in advance... Obviously, the little guy had done something.

But...there's nothing wrong with it!

If Lockhart really had the ability, then these tricks would not be able to do anything to him.

But if Lockhart is just an incompetent braggart.

This little trick can be regarded as a small lesson for his recent outrageous remarks.

At this moment, Lockhart was knocked away, just out of the Whomping Willow's attack range.

His flowing blond hair was already matted.

The wizard robe that was once spotless was now tattered.

He managed to straighten himself up on the ground.

"Ahem, as expected, every plant has its own uniqueness."

"The spell I cast just now could only wake it up... If it was the one I encountered in the Amazon, I would have definitely cured it."

"Let me go back and study it. I will definitely be able to come up with a solution for this tree tomorrow. Ahem..."

Blake felt that if this guy died now and was buried in the grave, his mouth would be the last thing to rot.

Even after being beaten like this, he still keeps his mouth shut.

Professor Sprout sighed and was about to speak, but Black had already squatted in front of Lockhart.

"Do we have to go back and think of a solution?"

"I must go back and think about it, otherwise there is no other way..." Lockhart insisted.

"But I now have a way to completely cure it. Why do you still want to go back and research it?"

"Didn't you say you would show us?"

"After all this time, it turns out that this is a wrong demonstration?"

Black's words made Lockhart blush.

"No...I...I just underestimated the enemy."

Blake spread his hands and said, "Let me show you how."

Blake slowly approached the Whomping Willow.

"Black, look out!" Professor Sprout shouted.

The Whomping Willow hasn't paused yet. If I go in now, I'm asking for trouble, right?

But a strange scene happened. After Blake walked over, the wildly dancing branches of the Whomping Willow unexpectedly gradually stopped!

Blake reached out his hand and slowly placed it on the Whomping Willow's torso.

At the same time, he waved the magic wand in his right hand lightly.

All the broken branches slowly floated up and drifted towards the Whomping Willow...

The next second, Professor Sprout and Lockhart were stunned.

All the branches returned to their original positions. Then, with a faint green light flashing, the branches were completely connected! This scene was like a video tape being rewound...

After a moment, Blake released his grip. The Whomping Willow had completely recovered!

It was as if the miserable scene before had never appeared!

Blake clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"It should be in time for dessert at the end of the dinner."

Chapter 240: Blake: I treat my Husky’s injuries in the same way

"Ding! Two shock emotions detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining two silver treasure chests!"

……

Blake patted the trunk of the Whomping Willow.

And the Whomping Willow did not go crazy again.

Attack hit Black.

Instead, a thin branch drooped down.

Landing on Blake's shoulders.

Then a red flower slowly bloomed at the end of the twig...

It was like a thank you to Blake for his help.

Professor Sprout looked at the Whomping Willow in disbelief as it became intact.

He silently put away the bandage in his hand.

This thing is no longer useful...

Professor Sprout glanced at Lockhart, who was lying on the ground and barely raising his head.

Lockhart's face was full of disbelief at this time.

But when he noticed Professor Sprout's gaze.

He immediately tried to restrain the expression on his face and forced a smile.

"See...the spell I just cast actually did work."

"It's just that it may be due to individual differences, so the effect is slower."

Professor Sprout frowned.

She didn't expect this guy to be so shameless...

This is clearly the Whomping Willow that Blake used to heal.

According to this guy, it's the delayed effect of his bullshit spell?

In short, no matter what happens, he can always force his way in...

Professor Sprout rolled his eyes and walked over to Blake.

Although the scene just now was indeed very magical.

But precisely because of its magic, it aroused her curiosity.

She had to check if the Whomping Willow was really fully healed.

Then, ask what method Blake used to cure the Whomping Willow in such an incredible way.

"Ahem... Dear Pomona, can you... help me first?"

Lockhart lay on the ground, unable to move.

If I moved even a little, I would feel sharp pain all over my body.

The blow from the Whomping Willow just now might have broken several of his bones...

Especially his left hand, he could clearly see that his left hand was drooping weakly...

"As a legendary wizard with so much adventuring experience, I guess you don't need help from others, right?"

Professor Sprout said with a smile, then walked away without looking back.

Lockhart was speechless.

What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot?

Now is the time…

Lockhart rolled over with great effort.

Then his face turned pale with pain.

……

Professor Sprout tentatively approached the Whomping Willow.

However, the Whomping Willow never attacked her.

"What a...amazing ability, Blake."

"How on earth did you do that?"

"I've never been near the Whomping Willow when it was fully awake..."

Professor Sprout also placed his hand on the branches of the Whomping Willow.

In fact, she had never seen the Whomping Willow so peaceful before.

"Isn't magic always so magical?"

Blake gave a shy smile.

Professor Sprout was slightly stunned.

"You're right, Blake. Magic is always so amazing."

"But...it seems that only you can use this kind of magic."

"So, you are also a magical little wizard..."

Professor Sprout thought of Black's life experience again.

Then one automatically attributes this miraculous, almost foul power to Blake's innate magic.

Of course, she was not wrong to think so.

After all, there really are no druids in this world.

This ability to enhance healing magic with druidic magic.

There's nothing wrong with saying that it's Blake's natural ability.

Just as the teacher and students were talking here.

Lockhart's exclamation came from the other side.

Professors Black and Sprout looked over.

Then he saw Lockhart's horrified eyes.

And his left arm that swings back and forth like rubber.

He actually lost the bones in his left arm...

Professor Sprout's mouth opened in surprise.

Blake was also amazed.

This would have been the "Bone Extracting Curse" that would have been used on Harry.

He used it on himself first...

Blake walked up with a smile.

"Professor, what kind of spell is this?"

"What is the spell? Can you teach me?"

Blake sincerely asked for advice.

"Um...you want to learn this?"

Lockhart looked at his left arm, which had lost all feeling.

For a moment, I didn't know what Blake's purpose was.