Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

However, Blake would not underestimate this turtle.

After all, the last time Xiaobai appeared, he was just a kitten.

This turtle must be pretty good!

If Blake guessed correctly, his rank should be the same as Xiaobai's.

The golden light gradually dissipated.

A palm-sized turtle appeared on the ground.

He looked around with confused eyes.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on Blake.

Blake walked over to the turtle and crouched down.

Under his true eyes, a golden light appeared on the little turtle's head.

Wow! Golden legend! Ahem…

However, since it shows his ability and potential, the overall evaluation is in gold.

That proves that this little turtle is definitely not too weak.

Blake stretched out a finger, tickled his little head, and asked.

"Xuanwu?"

The little turtle nodded.

"Can it get bigger?"

The little turtle shook his head again.

"Hmm... this is different from Xiaobai. Xiaobai can change size at will. So... what can you do?"

The little turtle stretched out his claws and scratched his head.

He nodded his head towards his shell again.

Blake was surprised to find that although the little turtle in front of him did not make any sound, it was just doing some strange movements.

But he could understand what the little turtle wanted to express from these illogical actions!

"You mean, you can tell fortunes?"

The little turtle nodded.

"Hiss...that's great!" Blake said happily.

For some reason his prophecy skill didn't work.

If this little turtle can tell fortunes, then can it also be used as a prophet?

"Then let's see what will happen tomorrow?"

The little turtle nodded and then shook his head.

Then he stamped his claws on the ground.

It's such a meaningless action.

Blake actually understood it again.

"You mean, you can't predict specific things, but can only predict whether something will be good or bad?"

The little turtle began to nod again.

"Uh..." Blake was speechless for a moment.

You say his skill is useless.

But he can tell you whether it will be good or bad for you to do something before you do it.

Seems very useful!

But if you say it's useful...

He can only tell you whether it is good or bad.

There are not many clues, not even a single one...

"Then... do you have any special skills?"

Blake's question obviously stumped the little turtle.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head helplessly and pointed his front paws at the sky.

"Um... you said, your characteristic is that you can survive... and you can survive extremely well?"

The little turtle nodded shyly.

Blake was speechless for a moment.

Well, it is indeed a specialty.

Who can survive longer than an old turtle?

Blake was not discouraged.

Although the little turtle in front of me seems to know nothing.

But, after all, he hasn't grown up yet.

Moreover, there has never been a useless divine beast!

Blake was a little tired of squatting.

So I just sat on the ground.

"Then... can you help me predict where I can go tomorrow to get a good fortune?"

Blake said with a grin.

After he learned about the little turtle's skills, he thought of a way to exploit the bug.

Since we can't know what will happen in the future.

Well, isn't it enough that as long as we know through divination when and where we will appear, good things will happen?

The little turtle nodded.

Then he closed his eyes, as if he was trying hard.

Blake scratched his head. Why did this divination look like pooping?

Wait, could he really be pooping?

Of course the little turtle wasn't pooping.

Because the next second, light emanated from his body.

Then, the shadow of a small snake suddenly appeared on his back.

The little snake wrapped around the little turtle and spat at Blake.

Blake touched his nose. This was what Xuanwu's true form looked like.

(of Li)

In Eastern mythology, Xuanwu looks like this... a turtle with a snake wrapped around its body.

Gradually, the light dissipated and the shadow of the little snake disappeared.

The little turtle opened its eyes, then stretched out its front paws and scratched the ground for a long time.

Blake looked at the irregular scratches on the ground.

Then miraculously I understood it.

"Nothing good is going to happen tomorrow? I see..."

Blake sighed with some regret.

The little turtle stretched out his paw and gestured again.

Then Blake understood again.

"You mean, something auspicious will happen on the night of seven days from now?"

"Right outside the Gryffindor common room?"

Blake touched the little turtle's head with joy.

"Thank you, Xiao Hei! Oh, from now on you will be called Xiao Hei."

The little turtle smacked his lips to indicate that he had no objection.

Blake took a cod from Bluebird's bucket nearby.

"Qingnv, how about sharing some food with the new little brother?"

"Chirp!"

Next, Blake cut the fish into small pieces and placed them in front of the little turtle.

Just as the little turtle started to eat.

Blake carefully took a little blood from him...

Little turtles are particularly resilient.

Then there must be something in his blood that can cause longevity.

Blake turned around and began his own research.

He never wastes the boost time brought by the lucky potion...

Chapter 249 That's my cauldron! How dare you! Fifty points deducted from Hufflepuff!

Early the next morning.

Blake appeared in the auditorium again with a pair of panda eyes.

As he passed the Gryffindor table, he casually greeted Hermione, who had gotten up early.

Hermione and Black were completely different.

Hermione, who had had a good rest, was full of energy.

She saw that Blake was dying.

I couldn't help but ask, "Did you stay up late again? What time did you go to bed last night?"

Blake turned his head and looked at her with sleepy eyes.

"Staying up late? What time do you go to bed? Good question." Blake scratched his head. "But I didn't stay up late."

Then his already messy light blond hair became even messier.

"You didn't stay up late?" Hermione looked at his panda eyes, "Do you want me to lend you a mirror? Your dark circles..."

"Oh... I mean, I pulled an all-nighter. How can pulling an all-nighter be considered staying up late?"

"And since we're staying up all night, there's no such thing as a bedtime."

Blake said as he rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Hermione opened her mouth wide, not knowing how to scold this guy who didn't take care of his body.

In the end, thousands of words turned into just a sigh.

"Then you'd better go to sleep. I'll ask for leave from the professor for you, okay?"

Harry and Ron, who were watching the show not far away, couldn't help but widen their eyes.

What the hell! When did Hermione become so gentle? !

He even helped to find excuses for Blake to lie and ask for leave...

jealous……

"No, no, no! In today's Potions class...I have to have a good talk with Professor Snape!"

Speaking of Potions class, Black's expression immediately became excited.