Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Dumbledore gave Snape a strange look.

Well, it was indeed difficult for Snape to be single for so many years, and that was normal.

If students saw this kind of thing, they would naturally become angry and embarrassed.

When Snape saw Dumbledore's strange look, he knew that Dumbledore was wrong.

A pale face turned red.

"Things...are not what you think."

"I see..." Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, it's okay. Leave this to me."

Professor McGonagall looked at the three men with strange expressions at the scene with suspicion, wondering what they were up to.

But, since Dumbledore said so...

Professor McGonagall had no choice but to nod and leave the Headmaster's office.

"Things are really not what you think." Snape tried his best to explain.

.... ..... ....

"Okay... Severus, I understand, you don't have to say more..."

Dumbledore said sympathetically.

Snape's face was almost bleeding.

"Blake...next time you use that dimensional door of yours to look for someone, be sure to say hello first!"

“Everyone should have their own privacy.”

Snape's mouth moved, but he finally gave up explaining.

He knew that no matter how much he explained, it would be of no avail.

Moreover, in his dream... he really did whatever he wanted... which made him feel guilty.

Dumbledore intended to let the matter go.

I also plan to use Blake's rhetoric to say that the two of them were training for a duel...

Neither Black nor Snape had any objection to this.

Finally, Dumbledore asked, "Black, are you done yet?"

"The first step is almost done..." Blake replied.

As long as the shop is opened and the disappearing cabinet is installed, the first step of the matter is basically completed.

Black told Dumbledore that he wanted to open a potion shop to provide a home for those poor people who had lost everything because of Lockhart.

Dumbledore said with relief: "Your idea is very good. You went to Severus to discuss cooperation with him on this matter, right?"

"Yes... the store will be open soon. Of course... this requires someone to not hold a grudge!" said Blake.

Snape snorted coldly and said nothing.

"So... where are you going to get your potions?"

"You have to know that Severus' reputation as a potion master is still very loud."

"If you brew the potion yourself, you may not be able to make so much stock in time."

Black looked at Snape in surprise, "Is he that powerful?"

Snape now wanted to beat someone up again.

"Of course! I think, if you choose him as a partner, shouldn't you be aware of his influence?" said Dumbledore.

Blake scratched his head, "I hadn't thought of that... I thought the potion I brewed myself would be enough."

"Opening a potion shop is not that easy, Blake..."

“Who should I ask for supply then?”

"Hmm? Aren't you familiar with that little girl named Fleur? Don't you know that the Delacour family sells potions?"

"Ah?" Blake was shocked. He really didn't know this!

If that’s the case, then it’s convenient!

Why do you need to brew potions yourself?

Just buy the raw materials from the Wally family, and let the Delacour family make the potion...

Hey, isn’t this the complete industrial chain?

Blake still seemed very excited until he left the principal's office.

Snape began to pour cold water on him.

"Do you think this is a good industrial chain?"

"Maybe it was, but... you have to make sure that there won't be any problems with these two families..."

Blake's face suddenly changed. That's right! Doesn't that mean I have to convince Cassandra and Furong, two enemies, to cooperate? !

Hiss... it's difficult...

Snape felt much better when he saw Black's face suddenly change.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help asking.

"What exactly is going on with your daughter?"

ps: ahem... although I update twice, the number of words is too many...

Chapter 291: Professor Snape, how come you have someone else's wife's hair? Is this hair decent?

Hearing Snape ask his daughter about this.

Blake's eyes suddenly lit up.

He thought that this was just a commotion.

Snape had forgotten all about it.

You can't forget this, your big treasure chest depends on this matter!

"Come on, come on... let's talk somewhere else."

Blake casually drew his hand, and a dimensional door immediately appeared.

Then Snape was pulled into the door by Black's shoulder.

He looked so friendly, as if the person Snape was chasing and beating just now was not him.

In fact, Snape was not willing to be pulled into the door by him.

But Blake is really too strong.

If he wanted, he would have to carry someone of Hagrid's size through the door.

What’s more, Snape is as thin as a telephone pole.

Wait until Snape was pulled into the room by Blake without even touching the ground.

He found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.

It seems like... on the top of a flat mountain somewhere?

There were several wizards and witches around staring at them.

There are several wooden houses that have not been fully built scattered on the flat ground.

"Old Rep, is there a place for me to talk about things?"

Snape saw Black asking a skinny old man.

The old man was wearing a gray wizard robe and a brand new pointed wizard hat on his head.

Sitting on a rock smoking a pipe.

After hearing Blake's question.

He first looked at Snape curiously, and then pointed his pipe at a brand new wooden cabin not far away.

Blake took the lead and walked towards the cabin.

Snape tightened his robe and had no choice but to follow Black.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

When the old man was looking at him just now, he actually felt like he was being scrutinized by Dumbledore...

Blake opened the door to the cabin.

There was only a square table and a few rough chairs in the room.

There were some plates piled up on the table.

Obviously, this is where they eat temporarily.

Black invited Snape to sit down.

Snape looked at the rough chair with burrs on it and felt unable to sit down for a moment.

He looked at the soft pad under Blake's butt, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

You bastard! You sit on a cushioned chair yourself, and you let me sit on a chair that hurts my butt?

Snape drew his wand and pointed it at the rough-hewn chair.

The next second, the chair twisted into a comfortable armchair.

This time it was Black's turn to look at Snape with anger.

"I've never seen such a nice chair in your office!"

Snape said nothing. He sat down and cast a contemptuous look at Black.

Then he pulled out a bottle from his pocket and took a sip.

"Of course I have a comfortable chair, but I always sit in it by myself in my bedroom. As for you..."

He took another sip of the potion in the bottle and said nothing more.

Black looked at Snape speechlessly.

"Okay... you're awesome..."

"What you drank is... my goodness, the euphoria potion can no longer satisfy you? So you drank the sedative potion instead?"

"Whose fault do you think this is?" Snape said through gritted teeth.

It was obvious that even the calming potion couldn't suppress his anger.

If Blake hadn't suddenly barged in.

Nor would his potion of delight fail to be brewed.

There is no need to use sedative potions as a substitute now.

This effect is far from enough.

Nothing like a stimulant.

"Don't interrupt me, tell me about...my daughter..."

Snape stared at Black.

Although he didn't know the details of the daughter that Blake was talking about.

But... he felt like Blake wasn't joking!

Black ignored the anxious Snape.

I don't know where he took out a bottle of milk tea from.

Then, like Snape, he opened the lid and took a sip.

"It's really not good without a straw..."

Seeing this scene, Snape had to take several gulps of sedative potion to calm his anger.