Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"Yes, I really want to learn!"

"Ahem...why are you learning this?"

Lockhart would never admit that this was just an accident...

"If I learn this spell, I won't have to worry so much when I cook!"

Lockhart: ...

Cooking? Lockhart felt sick.

So you learned this spell just for cooking?

Lockhart felt that Black was being sarcastic.

But Black certainly had no intention of mocking Lockhart.

Because what Blake said was true!

Lockhart had cast this spell accidentally.

If you use it for cooking, it would be so great!

For example, removing fish bones, chicken feet and duck feet...

Blake, who studied under several dark lords, actually knows a lot of similar black magic.

But those were too dark and brutal.

It was not at all like the spell that Lockhart had accidentally cast.

It can actually penetrate the skin and flesh and make the bones disappear with incredible precision...

Hiss...is he really a genius?

Just as Professor Sprout was examining the Whomping Willow.

Black had already learned the "Bone Extracting Curse" from Lockhart.

Then he discovered the reason why this spell was magical.

Because it can not only remove bones accurately.

This process is so painless!

Otherwise Lockhart would have lost all the bones in his arm.

He had fainted from the pain long ago.

In fact, the broken bones have disappeared.

Lockhart felt no pain.

Blake when he got the spell.

The reason was immediately discovered.

This was because Lockhart had originally intended to cast the Mending Spell.

But the spell was only half correct.

When a bone is accidentally extracted, the wound inside is healed immediately.

So, when the wound inside has healed.

Of course, people will not feel pain.

At this time, Professor Sprout also came over.

She looked at Lockhart's arm.

"You'd better go to the school hospital immediately. Bobby can cure you."

"However, since you may need to use the 'Bone Spirit', you may need to ask Albus for leave."

"After all, it takes quite some time for the Bone Spirit to take effect."

Black squeezed Lockhart's arm.

"Professor Lockhart, to thank you for teaching me such a useful spell. So..."

Black reached out and placed a hand on Lockhart's arm.

The next second, Lockhart felt warm all over.

Then he felt a sharp pain in all the broken bones in his body.

"Ah!" Lockhart screamed miserably and almost fainted from the pain.

However, when Blake let go of his hand.

Lockhart found that all the pain in his body had completely disappeared!

"I..." Lockhart raised his left arm and looked at it.

He was shocked to find that his left hand had no feeling at all.

Now it's back to normal!

Bones are back too!

……

"Ding! Two shock emotions detected!"

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

Professor Sprout looked at Black in surprise.

"Can your ability even heal people?"

Blake smiled and said, "Yes, about healing. Whether the object is plants or animals, I am good at it."

"But I've only treated animals before."

"In fact, this is how I treat my Husky."

"Oh... Erha is my dog."

Lockhart: ...

Professor Sprout also coughed twice, slightly awkwardly.

This kid is really straight to the point.

Isn't this a curse?

Although Lockhart looked unhappy, he did not turn hostile.

After all, Blake healed all his injuries.

This meant that he would not miss his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

He is also looking forward to being able to shine in his first class!

……

Wait until Black returns to the castle.

The dinner party is over.

He still missed the dessert at the end of the dinner.

Of course, as expected.

The dinner party won't end so soon.

But Black heard from other young wizards on his way back.

Professor Dumbledore was not in a very good mood tonight.

Not only did the dinner end early, but the final speech was also very sloppy.

Even the singing of the school song, which she never missed.

He almost omitted it.

Black felt that Harry and Ron's flying to school would definitely not have such an impact on Dumbledore.

The only possibility is...

Nurmengard Academy of Magic has snatched away many students from Hogwarts.

Many seniors have transferred to other schools...

Dumbledore saw that during the dinner, one student was missing.

It would be strange if I could feel happy.

Blake guessed that Grindelwald must have shown off to Dumbledore in some way.

This made the old principal break down in a rare way.

The only one who wants to break Dumbledore's defense is that old guy...

This evening.

Blake was in no hurry to find the Ford.

The car will always be in the Forbidden Forest anyway.

He returned to the dormitory and said hello to his resentful roommates who were playing with Dabao.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

……

Early the next morning.

Blake, who was well rested, did not disturb Dabao who was sleeping soundly in his nest.

After washing up, I went to the auditorium.

The auditorium is the same as last year, with no changes.

The ceiling still performed its magic, projecting the sky outside truthfully.

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This gives everyone the illusion of being outdoors even though they are in the auditorium.

At this time, the long tables of the four major colleges were filled with breakfast.

However, there were plates of pickled herrings and piles of bread slices.

It certainly wasn't to Blake's taste.

The only thing that was still okay was porridge...

However, Blake has never been one to make do with just any work.

He knocked on the table.

"I'll have ten puffs, please."

The next second, a plate of ten eclairs appeared in front of Blake.

"Well, the only thing you can't miss is dessert..."

Cedric next to him glanced at the puff in front of Blake.

I couldn't help but say, "Eating something so sweet so early in the morning, aren't you afraid of gaining weight..."

"Gaining weight? I don't care! What's the point of this breakfast if I can't consume enough sugar?"

"That's what you said at lunch..."

Cedric ate ​​his porridge and ruthlessly exposed Black.

"Cedric, you've changed. You've become more mean."

"Mean? More than that! I'm just jealous!"

Cedric's expression was like a mask of pain.

"I read that newspaper! The one about the young girl in love..."

"Why? I'm taller than you, more handsome than you, why can't I...what's wrong with me?"