Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

"Little boy! I……"

The big fat man rushed over.

Just want to grab Blake.

Give him a beating first.

Then think about whether to sell it to others or kill it directly for meat.

As for the little girl, hehehe...

As for the wand in Black's hand? hehe.

A wand in the hand of an eleven-year-old.

Not even as threatening as a toothpick.

It hurts a little more when a toothpick pricks you

"Click! boom!"

Blake decisively activated the weather spell!

The next second, thunder struck down fiercely from the sky!

"ah!"

The huge lightning was like a wild snake dancing wildly.

It was pushed flat on the street!

No matter who it was, as long as it was surrounding Blake and the two, they were directly shocked on the outside and tender on the inside.

Even some desperadoes were fighting. Rich experience.

He released the Iron Armor Curse in time.

But...

Blake is the ultimate weather spell proficient!

It is almost equivalent to the full level of weather spell. Plus many talent bonuses.

In addition, the magic wand in his hand has doubled the power of the spell...

Then Can this kind of iron armor spell cast in a hurry be blocked?

So... except for the curly-haired girl standing next to Blake, the rest of them were lying on the ground black and twitching...

As for the distance in the distance. The melon-eating dark wizards who were watching the show all immediately turned around and then slipped away as if nothing had happened.

……

The curly-haired girl was unscathed.

But with beautiful curly hair.

There are still many tiny hair strands.

It stood upright because of the powerful thunder and lightning just now.

"Ahem... When robbing someone, it's normal for the other party to resist."

"Just give him a good beating"

"But, it's best not to kill"

"Otherwise, you will have to find valuable things by yourself then."

"So we have to stay alive"

"Just ask him and you can successfully rob him directly"

"Of course, some people will still be unconvinced"

"That doesn't matter, just give him another beating. Blake kept talking while using one hand to easily pick up the big fat man.

Then he threw him fiercely in the center of the street.

The curly-haired girl has been in a state of shock since just now. Everyone who saw this scene At that time, she was even more shocked and speechless.

A boy who was obviously a few years younger than her.

He raised his wand and a lightning version of the wild snake dance came out.

Knocked down all the dark wizards on the street?

Me Did I get up too hard today?

Or am I actually still dreaming?

An eleven-year-old wizard defeated a whole bunch of dark wizards with one move?

How could I have such a dream?

And... he was still nagging While talking, he picked up a big fat man weighing almost two hundred kilograms with one hand. Then he threw it in the middle of the street... Yes, one hand... only about two hundred kilograms. How could he not lift it up? ? Gandalf template. The power of a melee mage. How could it be such an inconvenience?

"I must not have woken up."

Then she started pinching her arms

"Oh, it hurts so much"

"Um? What's wrong? Are you hurt? I obviously have it under control."

Blake looked at the curly-haired girl in confusion.

He controlled the weather spell.

He shouldn't have hurt this little sister.

The curly-haired girl pinched herself so hard that she burst into tears.

She Blinking at Blake with big eyes

"I...I'm not dreaming?"

"Ding! An emotion of extreme shock is detected."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!"

……

Dumbledore returned to the Headmaster's office with a tired face.

I've been traveling here and there these days.

The journey can be said to have spanned half of the world.

It can be said that I am very tired.

Even though he is still in good health.

But he is really old.

It's really unbearable to work like this.

After he was ready to take a good rest.

Go to Diagon Alley and see Blake again.

Blake comes to mind.

Dumbledore felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."Dumbledore said tiredly.

Professor McGonagall walked in quickly.

"Albus...you're finally back"

"Okay, after I take a break, I will start my school work right away."Dumbledore said with a bitter smile.

"Hey... I'm not here because work is rushing you, Albus."

"I just want to say that you are not young. Let Fudge handle matters at the Ministry of Magic."

"Thank you for your advice, Minerva. I should really consider your suggestion."

Professor McGonagall was slightly startled when she heard this.

She had not mentioned the same suggestion before.

But Dumbledore always just expressed his gratitude for her concern.

And then he still helped the Ministry of Magic...

What happened today? Yes?

He actually said he would consider it?

"Albus...the boy you were talking about last time……"

She took out a letter, which was the admission letter she was going to write to Blake

"Should I just write about Blake Grindelwald?"

"Write about Blake Green. That surname will bring him trouble."

"OK……"

She put the envelope away and continued to look at Dumbledore.

After Dumbledore said it before.

I will explain the situation to him.

Dumbledore knew what she meant

"Please take a seat"

"Tea or pumpkin juice?"

"A cup of tea would be nice, thank you."

Professor McGonagall pulled up a chair and sat across from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore knocked on the table.

Then a pot of tea and two teacups suddenly appeared on the table.

"This matter... I can tell you. Because you saw that last name……"

"But...I beg you to keep this secret"

"This is also for that child……"

"After all, what Grindelwald did had nothing to do with him."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

She also knew what this last name represented.

Naturally, she didn't say it outside.

But... that was Grindelwald!

In the days when Dumbledore didn't come back, she was frightened every day.

Afraid that the peaceful days are gone forever

"Don't worry, that person is still staying in Nurmengard."

Dumbledore saw Professor McGonagall's uneasiness.

"This matter is just a historical issue left behind by Grindelwald."

"Well, if you say that, I feel relieved."Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

"So...that child...who is Grindelwald?"

Professor McGonagall said and took a sip of tea.

"In fact... it's not just who Grindelwald is... but who he and I are……"

"What...what……"

Professor McGonagall frowned.

I don't quite understand what Dumbledore means.

"In fact...strictly speaking……"

Dumbledore's lips trembled twice.

Finally said it out

"Blake... that boy, is my son.……"

"puff!"

Professor McGonagall spat out all the tea in her mouth.

She looked at Dumbledore in shock. Her pupils were shaking!

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