Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

So, Snape tried to close the door several times, but it didn't move at all.

"Do you want to brew that kind of potion here?"

"If you're not afraid of me stealing your recipe, I have no objection."

Blake smiled and said, "Potion? No... You may not need this potion anymore."

Snape's face changed. "Are you going to regret it?"

"Of course not. What I mean is that I found a way to solve this problem once and for all."

"What method?" Snape couldn't help asking.

"It's very simple. I'll let you meet Lily Potter, and then you can tell her what you've always wanted to say to her..."

Snape looked at Black with eyes that showed him concern for a mentally retarded person.

"Goodbye!" Snape said, and started to close the door again.

Blake held the door again. "What I said is true. I can summon her ghost... Why don't you believe me?"

"Ha ha……"

"What I said is true."

"If you don't get out of here, I'm going to take points off Hufflepuff!"

"Well, if you don't believe me, forget it. I also want to say that this talent I awakened during the holidays is quite useful..."

Blake turned and walked away.

"Wait!" Snape's voice came from behind.

A smile appeared on Blake's face.

Then he turned and said, "What? Do you believe it now?"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly.

He began to wonder if he was crazy.

I actually believed that such a little lunatic could summon spirits.

But he knew from Dumbledore that this boy was peculiar.

That is, every once in a while, he would learn a strange ability.

Among these abilities, there are powerful magic and magical talents.

Therefore, the authenticity of this matter cannot be ruled out!

As for Lily, as long as there is a glimmer of hope that it is true, he will not let it go!

"If you lie to me..."

Snape said, breathing rapidly.

He understood very well that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

If this kid plays tricks on him...

"Don't worry, I won't lie about this kind of thing."

Snape opened the door and let Black in.

Blake was a little surprised. You are quite calm, old man.

After hearing such shocking news, there was no treasure chest dropped?

It seems that deep down in his heart, Snape still doesn't quite believe what Black said.

"What are you going to do?" Snape asked.

Blake said, "Don't be in a hurry. Shouldn't you make me a cup of tea or something first?"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched.

"Ding! Irritable and angry emotions detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure chest!"

Snape was finally defeated by Black.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Blake said as he took out a large piece of white cloth and spread it on the ground...

Chapter 245 Snape: Please tell your wife what I just said...

Snape's dungeon classroom.

Coldness is the main tone all year round.

But this environment is just right for summoning the undead.

Coupled with Blake's powerful undead magic.

So, even though it's daytime now.

He was still confident that he could find Lily.

Red candles, string, offerings...

Blake displayed all kinds of things.

At first Snape was a little skeptical.

But seeing how prepared Blake was - so complete.

For a moment, I was a little undecided.

Maybe, this little bastard wasn't lying?

No one would be so bored as to prepare a lot of things to deceive people, right?

Then he is really a dog.

But...that's not right!

Blake seems to be such a coward!

Snape looked at Black suspiciously.

Just when Snape was struggling whether he should believe him.

Blake said, "What are you standing there for? Close the door."

Snape frowned, raised his wand and pointed it at the open door.

The door was slammed shut.

At this time, Blake was taking out a bottle and pouring blood into a basin.

This weird scene...

The more Snape looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

Why does this thing feel so much like some evil ritual of black magic?

Goodness, is this little bastard planning to use dark magic in Hogwarts?

"Are you sure that this will really attract Lily?"

Snape couldn't help but ask.

At this time, Blake was using a paintbrush dipped in dragon blood to paint runes.

He glanced at Snape when he heard this.

"I think that instead of having that much time to doubt, you might as well use this opportunity to think about what you should say to Lily when you see her later."

"Otherwise, I finally helped you get Lily here, but you couldn't say a word. Why would I bother?"

Snape froze on the spot when he heard that.

Yeah… just in case the little bastard wasn’t lying.

But he really summoned Lily.

So what should I say when I see Lily again?

Although I can directly tell her what I have always wanted to say to her.

But... there has to be a beginning, right?

When we meet again, what should we say first?

Then Snape stood aside and acted emo.

Blake quickly prepared himself.

In order to make this summoning last longer.

He deliberately placed several raw chickens in the middle of the magic circle.

"How's it going? I'm ready, are you ready?"

Black asked, turning to look at the silent Snape.

Snape raised his head and stammered, "Can... in a few days..."

Blake looked at him in surprise, "No way! Sir! It's almost the final shot, and you pass it back?!"

Snape pursed his lips, and the hand holding his wand turned white.

He swore that he had never been so nervous in his life.

Even when facing the Dark Lord, he managed to stay calm.

Why are you so panicked now?

"Could it be that all the affection you expressed before was a lie?"

"No... You've been drinking that medicine for such a long time. Do you have something to say? Didn't you demonstrate it in your dream?"

Black's mocking look hurt Snape's fragile heart.

"Come on then," Snape said softly.

Blake nodded in satisfaction.

I spent so much effort just to find a treasure chest here.

If you back down halfway, not only will my efforts be wasted, but I will also lose a few chickens!

How can that work!

Although those raw chickens were also free...

Blake lit the candles and began the eerie chanting.

There is no way, the main feature of the necromancer's spell is weirdness.

After a while, a strange gray mist emerged from around Blake.

The already gloomy basement office became even gloomier.

Even Snape, who was used to this kind of environment, couldn't help but tighten his black robe.

The gray mist gradually enveloped Blake's body.

Blake only felt that the surrounding environment had completely changed in the blink of an eye.

He knew that he had come to the world of the dead again.

Blake looked around.

There are still familiar figures around.

However, this time, he noticed the cover around him.

This veil covered his body.

All those figures were isolated outside.

"Lily Potter..."