Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

"That bad bastard Lockhart cast a Memory Charm on my back..."

"That Oblivion Charm is extremely powerful."

"After I woke up, I forgot my name and that I could do magic."

"All I saw was a destroyed village..."

"I don't even know how I managed to escape the werewolf's claws after being knocked unconscious by the Oblivion Curse."

"After all, those villagers are..."

At this point, the old wizard's eyes turned slightly red.

"So... if you knew where Lockhart was..."

The old wizard's tone was as calm as ever.

But Blake felt a creepy murderous aura.

"He used your deeds to become the best-selling author in the wizarding world."

"Professor Dumbledore discovered the clues, so he recruited him to Hogwarts and made him the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"He obviously hopes to expose Lockhart's identity as a liar in this way."

"But... I don't want to use such a gentle method."

Blake casually introduced Lockhart's situation.

The old wizard's chest heaved violently.

After a while, he said, "I'll listen to you..."

Obviously, Black would not agree to him killing Lockhart for revenge now.

"It's easy to kill him, but don't you think it's too easy for him?"

Blake's voice also turned cold.

He originally thought that Lockhart only deleted people's memories and did not kill them, so maybe he still had a little bottom line.

But now it seems... he has no bottom line at all!

He totally disregarded the lives of other people in the village.

When everyone needs Old Rip to be busy.

Directly knocked down the village's guardian, Old Lep...

The result is... the whole village turned into ruins!

Only a useless person who doesn't know who he is is left here, struggling to survive...

"It's only been a few years since I was cursed with oblivion, so..."

"Those werewolves should still be around here."

Old Rip's voice was filled with murderous intent.

Since he can't kill Lockhart yet.

But those werewolves who turned the entire village into ruins must not be let go!

"Do you know where they are?" Blake asked.

"I know...but I don't know if they have moved places over the years."

"The werewolf leader is from Wagga Wagga, Australia."

"They often came to attack the village before, but I drove them away."

"He found other werewolves from somewhere, and together they attacked humans..."

"I was planning to clear out these werewolves that day. But..."

"If Lockhart had been willing to wait a day until I had dealt with them before attacking me, I wouldn't have hated him so much."

Blake took out a package and placed it in front of Old Rip.

"Take a shower and change your clothes first."

"In the package there are new clothes and a new wand."

"I think you'll need these..."

Old Rip looked at Blake with a gentle look.

"…Good boy, what's your name?"

"My name is Blake Green. Or... you can also call me the Fourth Scourge."

Chapter 282: Wen Zhou kills the werewolf? This old man is quite fierce!

The term "Fourth Disaster" comes from a game Blake played in his previous life.

In the later stages of the game, three major natural disasters will occur and destroy the world.

And the player's operations...there is always a certain uncertainty.

A bored player who wants to try new ways of playing can also have a devastating impact on the game world.

For example, if you are bored, you can use the console to directly call out various bosses in the game and watch them wreak havoc and fight everywhere.

After the entire place was in such a mess, they came out and wiped out these guys.

The damage this kind of player causes to the game world is not much weaker than the game's own final boss.

Therefore, this type of players are also jokingly called the fourth disaster after the three disasters.

And Blake...

He thought it was inevitable that he would have to form a force.

I also want a nickname to hide my identity.

Therefore, he felt that the title of the Fourth Disaster was really appropriate for him.

Because he also didn't know the arrival of this "player".

What a huge impact it will have on the world...

Old Rep was a smart man and immediately understood the purpose of Blake's code name.

"Okay, when you don't want to reveal your identity, I will call you the Fourth Scourge."

Blake nodded: "...other times, just call me Blake."

"By the way... Professor Dumbledore asked me to give you his regards."

A glimmer of reminiscence flashed across Rep's eyes.

"Albus... I remember now. He came to see me the year I had the accident."

"But...23...I don't remember anything at that time...and my mind was not very clear."

"So, when I saw someone coming to look for me, I hid..."

Black asked in surprise, "How did you evade Professor Dumbledore when you forgot all the magic at that time?"

Old Rip pointed to a sliding door on the floor of the dilapidated house.

“There used to be a basement there.”

"I set up quite a few magic there."

"Even for Albus, it would be difficult to find that place without any prompting."

Speaking of this, Old Rep's tone was somewhat proud.

"But... not long after, it collapsed..."

"You know, if the traceless extension spell is not maintained for too long, it may become ineffective."

Once the Traceless Stretching Spell loses its effect, the space inside will suddenly shrink and naturally collapse.

Otherwise, in such a cold day, he could at least hide in the basement...

Blake walked over there and looked at the sliding door.

Then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Even he had never seen the ancient runes on the door.

Before this ancient rune became ineffective.

I guess Dumbledore would come in even if he did.

The door is not visible either.

"Old Rip, do you know ancient runes?"

"I don't know how to do it, I know it well," said Old Rip. "I have been studying ancient runes all my life."

“This is a severely underrated subject!”

Blake said excitedly: "Professor Babeling and I think so too!"

As he spoke, a card-shaped magic scroll appeared in his hand.

"Look at this."

When Old Rip saw the card in Black's hand, his eyes lit up.

He quickly took the card and looked at it carefully.

“So that’s how it is… So that’s how it is…”

A look of realization appeared on Old Rep's face.

“I’ve thought about doing that, too.”

“But I never succeed.”

"The ancient runes that were written down either cannot be preserved or are triggered prematurely."

"So the problem is with the materials? Ah... and this extra sum..."

"Not one of the ancient runes."

"But it is equivalent to the fuse in a Muggle bomb, which can delay the detonation."

Old Leip sighed and looked at the card-shaped magic scroll in his hand.

A problem that I haven't solved for many years.

Suddenly, the answer was delivered to him.

This feeling is really... indescribably comfortable...

"Did you make this? Or was it the Professor Babel you mentioned?"

"I came up with it," said Blake, "but Professor Babel and I share the same idea about the ancient runes."

"Is it you?" Old Rip looked at Blake in surprise.

Despite being included in the list, he remained loyal to Blake.

But the directory does not interfere with any thoughts of those included except loyalty.

So, at first, Old Lep thought that this magic card scroll was developed by Professor Babeling.

Unexpectedly, it was the boy in front of me.

"Ding! Shock detected!"

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

So, Old Rip directly contributed a treasure chest to Blake.

"Compared to your achievements, I am really ashamed..."

Old Rep said helplessly.

He studied it for so long but didn't get the answer.

But how old is this young man at most?