Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Last night, what Blake said was information he claimed to have received from the crown.

Hogwarts was saved from a disaster.

This forced Dumbledore to take Black's ability seriously.

Although it would be dangerous to let Black continue to study Horcruxes.

But...if the information he got from the Horcrux could save more people.

This risk is worth taking, right?

Blake could understand why the journal hadn't arrived until morning.

I guess Dumbledore didn't have a good time last night.

He must have struggled for a long time before deciding to let Blake continue to take risks.

Otherwise, I could have handed the diary to him in person last night.

Why wait until morning to have Fox deliver it?

Blake put the diary into the system warehouse.

In the system warehouse, the diary cannot cause any trouble.

……

It was already very cold in Hogwarts in October.

Blake arrived at the auditorium for breakfast.

Saw the Weasley twins with calm faces.

The entire Weasley family was warned by Dumbledore last night.

They all agreed not to spread these things for the time being.

Even Mr. Weasley temporarily suppressed the urge to settle accounts with Lucius Malfoy.

Black followed his custom as he passed the long tables of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Greeted his "friends" warmly.

Then he sat back down at the Hufflepuff table.

Cedric looked at him with envy and jealousy.

Who made all of Blake's "friends" girls?

Just as Black ordered a serving of puff as usual.

A gust of fragrant wind came.

Blake felt a girl approaching him.

He turned his head and took a look, then was shocked to find out.

That girl turned out to be Ginny.

But...is it too close?

"Click!" In the distance, on the Gryffindor table.

Ron "accidentally" broke a plate.

Percy and the Weasley twins stared at Black fiercely.

Ginny didn't pay attention to the looks from her brothers.

She just said it softly.

"Thank you so much for last night..."

After saying that, he fled from the auditorium...

This scene did not seem to cause any waves.

But no one noticed.

The fork bent in Cassandra's hand.

The book in Hermione's hands wrinkled.

Hannah dropped her pumpkin pie onto the table.

……big.

Chapter 261 Hermione: He will grow up one day anyway! Why should I be anxious?

Late October.

The continuous rainy weather cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

Castle hall.

When Harry walked in from the door, covered in mud and holding a broom.

Even on the second floor.

Black still heard Filch's angry roar.

"Filth! It's all filth!" Filch yelled angrily.

"It's just... a little mud and water..." Harry said helplessly.

"A little bit of muddy water? Do you know that this little bit of muddy water you mentioned will consume at least ten of my magic scrolls!"

"Do you know how long it would take me to draw ten magic scrolls?"

……

The angry Filch soon calmed down.

Because he saw Blake.

"Mr. Filch, how are you doing?"

"Well... not too good. You know, they always make a mess of the castle."

Under Harry's shocked gaze, Filch, who had been ferocious just now, now became polite...

"This kind of rainy weather always makes people feel bad."

Blake said, pulling out his wand.

"Clean up!"

The next second, the mud on the ground and the mud on Harry's body were instantly cleaned up.

Filch watched this scene with a hint of envy in his eyes.

It would be great if he could also cast spells with a wand instead of a magic scroll.

However, being able to cast spells with magic scrolls is much better than not knowing how to use magic at all before...

After all, these magic scrolls were all made by him!

Full of sense of accomplishment!

"Thank you, Blake, that's a great help..."

Filch said modestly.

With this one cleansing spell, Black saved at least ten magic scrolls.

"How's the latest ancient rune literature?"

"I have made some progress... According to Professor Babel's notes, I have begun to try to combine these ancient runes myself."

"But I'm old, and my memory is really bad... I can't remember many ancient runes. I have to look at the book and learn slowly..."

"This is a little health potion I made in my spare time. Drinking it regularly can improve your memory."

Black calmly pressed a bottle of purple-glowing potion into Mr. Filch's hand.

"Take it three times a day, after meals, one small spoonful at a time... If you feel it is effective after taking it, you can continue to ask me for it."

"There is such a potion?! That's great!" Filch looked at the bottle in his hand with ecstasy.

"It's not a magic potion, it can be said to be a health supplement. I only give it to you... I won't tell other people about it!"

……

Harry looked on in shock as Black said a few words.

He coaxed Filch, who was furious, into leaving with a smile.

My admiration for Blake is like the endless flow of the river, or like the flooding of the Yellow River...

Black saw Harry still standing there blankly with the broom, silently contributing the treasure chest to him...

"Next time you'd better clean up the mud and water on your body before coming in."

"Mr. Filch...it's still very hard."

Harry nodded automatically.

"Um... Black, did you know? About the Slytherin team."

"What happened to the Slytherin team?" Black asked curiously.

"Well... well, Malfoy joined the Slytherin team. He became their Seeker."

"Oh... you bought it with money, right?" Blake touched his chin with interest.

Harry was surprised and asked, "How did you know that?"

"A second-year student can directly replace the original main player... Either he is a genius like you, or he is extremely rich."

Harry sighed, "He is indeed very rich... He equipped all the players in his team with the latest Nimbus 2001 brooms... Wood almost went crazy because of this. He insisted on training even in this kind of weather..."

Not only Wood, Harry also felt a sense of crisis.

Originally, his broom was a Nimbus 2000.

Apart from Black's broom, it is the most advanced broom in Hogwarts.

Almost no one could catch up with him.

But now, the entire opposing team is made up of Nimbus 2001s, and everyone's broom is faster than his.

How could I not feel a strong sense of crisis?

Black patted Harry's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, having money doesn't necessarily mean you're powerful."

Harry looked at Black in surprise: "Are you not worried at all?"

He originally thought that this news would surprise Black, the captain of Hufflepuff.

After all, the entire opposing team has upgraded their muskets to more powerful ones!

The Hufflepuff team members even used the same old brooms as the school's public brooms...

"What's there to worry about? As I said before, spending money doesn't guarantee victory."

Blake said confidently.

Can krypton gold defeat the wall?

Of course not.

Black himself is a big wallflower, so why would he be afraid of you Slytherins spending money?

What's wrong with an old broom? Are old brooms bad?

The modified Wuling Hongguang may not be inferior to Lamborghini!

And Blake happens to be very good at modification!

With his alchemy skills, it would be easy to transform a few brooms.

living comfortably without anybody's help.

Why spend that money on a new broom?

Anyway, a modified broom is not like a car, and there is a risk of not being allowed on the road...