Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

If it were him, he would never miss it.

But Blake waved his hand.

"No need, I have already completed the data just now, so there will be absolutely no problem with this potion."

"I can't help much if I stay here. So I'd better go back first."

There will be more of these homemade potions in the future.

That is to say, there will be more moments that he will slowly witness.

In other words, these moments that Snape found rare would be seen frequently by Black in the future.

There's no need to stay here and freeze...

Snape's mouth twitched again.

Does this guy really not care at all?

"and many more……"

"Um, '057', Professor, what else?"

"Do you plan to make your formula public or not?"

New potion recipes appear.

Researchers can choose to make their findings public or not.

If you want to verify whether the potion is effective, you just need to take the finished product.

The potion recipes that most wizards learn nowadays.

The original owners have made the recipes public.

Blake grinned.

Snape saw this hateful smile and immediately understood.

This little bastard does everything that hurts others and does not benefit himself.

Do you still expect him to selflessly disclose the recipe?

It's impossible even to think about.

However, this is also normal.

Of course, it is impossible to make the potion formula that I researched myself public so easily.

Moreover, potion recipes like the one Blake was researching.

He wouldn't be willing to make it public either.

After all, this is no ordinary recipe.

This is a magic potion that can prolong life!

He could already imagine how popular this potion was.

"Got it." Snape said simply.

Blake turned around with a smile, intending to leave immediately.

Suddenly, Snape's voice came from behind.

"Before you leave, shouldn't you clean up your things?"

Snape looked angrily at the messy table over there...

This little bastard wants to leave now. Does he want me to deal with him?

"Ahem... Professor, there are actually house-elves..."

"You made the mess yourself, so you should clean it up for me."

Snape's tone was unquestionable.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"After all, you don't want to get deducted points for trespassing into the professor's office, do you?"

"Hiss..." Blake stood in awe, "Professor, you have transformed."

Having been caught, Blake had no choice but to stay and clean up the mess he had made.

Snape saw that Black did not rebel.

So he continued to cook the potion according to the recipe with satisfaction.

Wait until he raised his head again.

Blake has left.

The tabletop has been cleaned...

Even the table top is reflecting light, it's ridiculously clean.

Snape bowed his head in satisfaction.

It seems that I still can't be too polite to this guy.

Then the next second, he raised his head in confusion.

Something seems wrong?

He looked at the empty table again.

Hiss...Where's my new crucible?

Where's my new cauldron this big?!

Little bastard!

……

September passed in a flash.

The time came to October.

At this time, the weather was getting colder and colder.

Even the breath I exhaled turned into white mist.

That night, Blake was hiding in the Room of Requirement.

He set up a table in front of the cabin.

And Snape's new cauldron was placed on the table.

The red hot pot soup base is boiling.

“Slurp…ah…”

Blake scooped up a piece of meat from the pot and took a bite with relish.

Then he sighed comfortably.

In this kind of weather, there is nothing more comfortable than eating hot pot.

Cassandra sat across from him, shooting left and right.

A colander in the left hand, a fork in the right hand...

There was no way she could use chopsticks as skillfully as Blake.

Only in this way can you barely eat the food in the pot.

"Sha..." On the other side, Hermione was sticking out her tongue because of the spicy taste.

This is because she mastered the chopsticks faster than Cassandra.

So I ate faster and more, and it was very spicy.

Hermione picked up the glass and prepared to drink.

But Blake handed over a glass of milk.

"Drinking this can relieve the spiciness, but it will make you feel fuller."

Hermione took it and took a long sip.

I immediately felt a little more comfortable in my mouth.

"I've seen this way of eating on TV before."

"It seems to have come from the East. It seems to be called 'woguo'."

“I didn’t expect this to be so delicious in winter!”

Hermione was a Muggle-born, so of course she had seen hot pot on TV.

"This is called hot pot, not wo pot." Blake corrected.

Cassandra finally scooped up a lot of meat slices and put them back into her own small bowl.

"Where did you get this pot?"

"Did you do this yourself, too?"

"It's quite clever..."

Black shook his head. "That's not the case. I took the blame from Professor Snape."

Hermione and Cassandra froze in their tracks.

Suddenly I felt that this hot pot was not so fragrant...

Cassandra silently put the slice of meat on her fork back into the small bowl.

And Hermione had already started covering her mouth.

Crucible...to be honest, it really holds everything.

Many of the ingredients used to make potions are disgusting things like toad eyes, frog entrails, and mouse intestines...

If it were a magic potion, I would just drink it with my nose pinched.

No matter how disgusting it is, it will only last for a short while.

But, cooking food in the same pot that held these things...

That's a bit disgusting.

"Um... Actually, this is a new pot. Professor Snape bought the wrong one."

"This was originally a hot pot, and I took it away before he even started using it."

"Think about it, if he didn't buy the wrong pot, why would he let me take it away for so long?"

"Based on his personality, he would have come to me to cause trouble a long time ago."

Hear Blake say this.

Cassandra and Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the hot pot became fragrant again.

Blake picked up another piece of fat lamb and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, Blake put down his chopsticks.

"You guys eat, I have something urgent to do."

Blake stood up, and then under the surprised gaze of the two girls.

He directly opened the door to the dimension and quickly disappeared into the Room of Requirement.

"What is he doing now?" Cassandra asked in surprise.

"It seems to be the forbidden forest..."

Hermione just took a look at the scenery outside the dimensional gate.

It was dark, eerie, and filled with giant trees.

It must be the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh... that's okay. He went to the Forbidden Forest just like he went home."