Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

Because of the bone dragon's big appetite, Black had to collect a lot of negative emotions again to continue producing Dementors.

Until the sky began to lighten slightly, the bone dragon burped and said that it couldn't eat anymore.

At this moment, the appearance of this bone dragon has changed dramatically again.

The wings that had only grown a little flesh membrane have completely restored their appearance before death.

As for other parts, they are still skeletons, but Black noticed that the will-o'-the-wisp in its head is much brighter than before.

The strength has naturally risen to a higher level. If it encounters the combined version of Dracula again now, it can easily beat the opponent.

However, although the bone dragon has grown back some flesh and blood, it still has no sense of pain.

This made Black feel relieved. If it recovers its physical body and has a sense of pain, it will be equivalent to weakening a characteristic compared to before.

However, fortunately, these flesh and blood are only the manifestation of magic power, not the real flesh and blood growing back. In essence, it is still an undead creature.

After Black told Old Rip not to let anyone approach the desert area, he left the bone dragon in the subspace to digest.

Back in his room, Black, who had not slept all night, took the refreshing potion and drank it.

Then, he began to lie on the desk and write letters to his friends.

The big stack of tickets that Grindelwald gave him must not be wasted. In addition to taking a few for himself, the rest must be given away.

"Well... these three are from Cassandra's family, this one is from Hermione, and these two are from Luna's family..."

After Black had given out the tickets, he suddenly realized that he had just given out all the tickets!

Black couldn't help but retreat tactically. Good guy, Grindelwald had calculated this, right?

Just sent them to the girls and their families, and then there are no more? How can you be so sure that I won't invite boys?

"You old man! You really are... you are so accurate in judging people..."

Blake counted the three tickets he had just taken out for his own use, and then he suddenly realized that even the new Rebecca was counted by Grindelwald.

As for Aberforth, Ariana, Dumbledore and others, Grindelwald certainly would not send tickets.

So, these three can only be for Blake himself, Nagini, and Rebecca.

Blake put the pile of letters he had just written aside. Then he took another piece of letter paper and started to write a thank-you letter to Grindelwald.

Then he planned to prepare a gift for Grindelwald.

After all, the old guy Grindelwald was so thoughtful, and he couldn't just not show any appreciation.

Soon, Blake finished writing all the letters. He put the tickets into envelopes and called Qingnv out.

"Come, help me deliver these letters."Down." Blake took a thick stack of letters and handed it over.

Qingnv rolled her eyes at Blake with disdain, "Chirp Chirp! (Here we go again!)"

She actually didn't object to helping Blake deliver letters, but... every time this guy delivered letters, it was a big stack, and she didn't even need to look at it, she knew where the letters were going to be delivered... running around, it was really annoying!

"I can't help it, I have good relationships and many friends. Please help me deliver it, and when you come back later, I will make you something delicious."

"Chirp! "Qingnv took the letter and disappeared on the table.

After Qingnv left, Blake looked at the letter to Grindelwald that he had taken out separately.

He began to think about what gift to give Grindelwald.

Although Grindelwald might not care about anything, he always felt that he should take this opportunity to give Grindelwald something good.

Thinking that the world might be in chaos in the future, and that someone as influential as Grindelwald might be in danger, Blake Lake was a little worried.

This old guy has been doing good things recently, making a welfare organization very successful, and his reputation has also improved a lot.

If he said before that he had no ambitions and didn't want to cause trouble anymore, he was not lying, then Black didn't want this old man who turned over a new leaf to get into trouble.

"Well... In the past, Grindelwald was able to fight Dumbledore back and forth. In addition to his own strength, he relied on the Elder Wand to a large extent. So, it seems that he really lacks a powerful enough wand? ”

Blake remembered the method he used to make a wand for Rebecca. Perhaps, he could use the same method to make a powerful wand for him.

Although a homemade wand may not be as good as an old wand, it will definitely be more powerful than an ordinary wand.

For the native wizards of this world, a powerful wand can indeed greatly improve their combat effectiveness.

Blake, who was very familiar with the parameters of Grindelwald's wand, did it as soon as he thought of it. He quickly selected materials in his system warehouse.

The wand body is still a combination of materials. As for the specific material, As for the material, of course, it should be wood with similar compatibility to elderberry.

After all, before the Elder Wand was seized by Dumbledore, Grindelwald and the Elder Wand were quite compatible.

As for the core of the Elder Wand... the core of the Elder Wand seems to be the tail feathers of the Nighthorse and some strange substances.

The Nighthorse tail feathers are not lacking, as for the strange substances... can he, a necromancer, lack strange substances?

Black quickly ran back to the subspace, and then handed a tail feather to the bone dragon.

"Come, use your dragon breath to quench this feather."

The bone dragon was still lying on the ground to digest food. After hearing Black's request, it stretched out its bone claws and scratched its head in confusion.

"This thing can't withstand my dragon breath." It can already be compared with Black.The bone dragon, who communicated fluently with his mind, said so.

"It's not the dragon breath you use to attack, but the unique corrosive breath in your dragon breath."

"Even if it is a corrosive breath, this feather can't withstand it." The bone dragon said.

Blake looked at the carefully selected night horse tail feather in his hand, touched his chin and pondered for a while.

"Can you let out a little of your corrosive breath for me to see?" Blake asked.

The bone dragon snorted like a horse, and then a strange corrosive black mist appeared in the air.

Blake waved his hand, and a strand of black mist separated from it and floated in front of Blake.

After a while, Blake analyzed the characteristics of this mist with the Eye of Truth, and he tried to use a glass bottle to throw the mist in.

Then the mist that seemed to corrode everything was contained in a glass bottle...

"What is this? It can't be corroded!" The bone dragon asked in surprise.

"This is glass, a very common material. Moreover, it is not that it cannot be corroded, but the speed of corrosion is slowed down." Blake explained.

"What? Then my dragon breath, can't it be easily blocked?" The bone dragon said worriedly.

"What are you talking about? The most important thing in your dragon breath is the extreme temperature. This thing is just an additional attribute of your dragon breath. No matter how resistant the glass is to corrosion, it can't withstand the high temperature of your dragon breath. So, you don't need to worry."

Blake took the mist and left the subspace again.

...

"Actually, we have tickets, really, we don't need to take his ticket." Mr. Volley looked at the VIP box ticket in Cassandra's hand with entanglement.

Although he also got three good tickets through connections, they were still no match for the box tickets sent by Blake.

"Dad... why are you always so resistant to Blake? Actually... you should have a good talk with Blake." Cassandra said aggrievedly.

"I..." Mr. Wally opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was met with his wife's resentful eyes. "Okay... I'll go and return my ticket. As you said, I'll go talk to that guy..."

"Great! Thank you, Dad!" Cassandra said excitedly.

"I... I don't mean to stop you from interacting with that guy, but... that guy doesn't look like a loyal guy! I'm afraid you'll be deceived by that guy." Mr. Wally said with great pain.

"Yeah, I know!" Cassandra said and took the ticket and ran back to the room.

Mr. Volley was left standing alone in the back, feeling sad. His precious daughter didn't listen to him at all...

In fact, he didn't know that Cassandra knew everything he said, because Blake didn't intend to hide his Aquaman attribute from Cassandra at all...

"Let's believe in our daughter's choice... and you can't deny that Black is indeed an excellent child." Mrs. Volley said.

After Cassandra returned to her room, she immediately grabbed the quill and began to write back to Black.

In her opinion, her father's relenting was a very good omen! If things continued like this, when Black came to visit her in a few days and talked to her father, maybe she could still participate in the sea trip next month!

...

Black looked at the brand new wand in his hand and carefully tested its performance in all aspects.

The problem of the wand core did not stump him for long after all.

All he had to do was use alchemy to imitate the structure of glass, create a new layer of alchemical material, completely wrap the strange energy, and then stuff it into the night horse tail feathers that had been engraved with ancient runes, and he would be done.

This wand looked very similar to the shape of the old wand, but this wand was still completely black.

This is not because Blake intentionally colored it, but after installing the wand core, the originally white wand body automatically turned black!

This is caused by the completely dark magic of its wand core.

What Blake is testing now is whether this dark magic will affect the personality of the wand user.

The result surprised him. This completely dark wand actually had a huge contrast when used!

When using this wand to use black magic that can easily affect the owner's mind, there are no side effects!

Blake can feel the pride of this wand... No matter how evil your black magic is, it's not as evil as mine, so you'd better be quiet...

"So... I used the most evil materials to make a very decent wand?"

For this unexpected product, Blake couldn't help but marvel at it.

What surprised Blake even more was the power of this wand... After testing it, he found that this wand was not much weaker than the old wand! It can be said that the strange mist from the bone dragon did play a key role!

However, he didn't know whether Grindelwald could completely control this wand. Anyway, their compatibility must be very compatible.

Forget it, Grindelwald couldn't establish a master-slave relationship with his wand, so establishing a brotherly relationship would be good.

Blake touched the feathers of the blue girl who had returned from delivering the letter and was feasting on it.

"How about sending me another letter? Ouch... It hurts! Don't peck me! I won't dare to do it next time!"

"Flutter!" A familiar owl appeared in Blake's window.

Blake recognized that this was Cassandra's owl.

It handed the letter to Blake politely and left.

Blake opened the letter and read it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

In the letter, Cassandra told Blake that she was still thinking about=She also told Black that he didn't need to worry, and she also expressed her thoughts about Black in a very subtle way. =Blake happily took the letter and began to reply. When Cassandra was not angry, her words were still very heartwarming. =But when he looked at Qingnv who was sleeping in the nest, he stopped. If he and Cassandra kept "sending messages", Qingnv would get angry, and even the docile Fox would have to give up. =Suddenly, Black remembered something. He turned around and rummaged around for a long time before he found a notebook. =This notebook was used when he and Grindelwald secretly contacted each other. =Just write on it, and Grindelwald on the other side can see your message in another notebook!

Black was in a good mood again. With this thing, he could chat with Cassandra and the others at will.

In this way, no phoenix or owl would be harmed again.

Black first used Rebecca's new owl to send the letter and wand he had just written to Grindelwald to Grindelwald.

Then, he studied the notebook.

When Rebecca's owl flew back, he had already made two notebooks that could communicate with each other.

Looking at the notebook in his hand, he suddenly felt that this might be an opportunity to reform the communication field in the wizarding world?

Black remembered that in addition to this notebook being able to communicate, his teacher, Nicolas Flamel, also had an address book in his hand.

There were many portraits of people in the address book, and Nicolas Flamel could quickly contact people with the same address book through the portraits in the book.

It seemed that when Grindelwald was wreaking havoc in Europe, the people who secretly resisted him used this thing to communicate.

If the two notebooks in hand are real-time "messaging", then the address book is "real-time video"!

However, in a hurry, Black didn't know how to make this thing. Is it expensive like a two-way mirror?

Thinking of this, Black couldn't help but want to ask Nicolas Flamel again.

This matter is actually quite important. If you can contact the person you want to contact in time, you can avoid many serious mistakes caused by information gaps.

You know, Sirius in the original book died because of information gaps. If he could find out in time that Harry was looking for him with a two-way mirror, maybe he really wouldn't have to die. But he missed it, and then Harry had to believe Kreacher's lies, which led to Harry falling into the trap, and ultimately led to Sirius' death...

Since there is a lesson, Black has to pay attention to this aspect.

Blake did not delay and immediately took out a two-sided mirror that Nicolas Flamel had given him and directly contacted his alchemy teacher, Nicolas Flamel.