Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

"Ding-ling-ling!"

The door of the restaurant was pushed open.

A handsome man in a tuxedo and a hat walked in with an exquisite cane.

His fancy dress made him look like he had just run out of a banquet.

However, the people in the restaurant turned a blind eye to his strange dress, as if they were used to it.

A middle-aged man with a stern face walked over. Judging from his clothes, he should be a waiter in this restaurant.

He asked in a muffled voice: "Still the same?"

"Yes, the same." The handsome man took off his hat and handed it to the middle-aged man, then found a seat by the window and sat down.

Although he looked handsome, his face looked too pale, but this also gave him a different temperament.

A ray of sunlight came in from the window and fell on his pale face, causing him to frown slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

However, even so, he did not change his position to avoid the sunlight that disgusted him.

Not only that, he moved out again so that his body could get more sunlight. It looked like he was angry with the sun.

"Your medium-rare steak, and... a copy of the Daily Prophet." The middle-aged waiter came over with a tray.

"Thank you." The handsome man didn't say much, picked up the knife and fork and quickly cut off a small piece of steak with blood and put it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes and chewed, with a hint of intoxication on his face.

"Well... the beef is very fresh, and the blood tastes delicious... it's a pity that human blood is not as delicious."

"Have a good meal, Dracula." The middle-aged waiter said in a muffled voice as if he didn't hear what he said, and turned and left.

Dracula looked at his back, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and picked up the Daily Prophet next to him.

On the newspaper, a photo of Blake standing helplessly in a pool of blood came into view.

Dracula's eyes did not linger on the article, but fell on the logo of the Daily Prophet.

Suddenly, a glimmer of red flashed in his eyes, and then the content of the Daily Prophet in his eyes completely changed.

The lines of handwriting and the moving pictures gradually disappeared from the newspaper.

Instead, there was a short message.

Dracula read it all at a glance, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

He looked out the window again, at the sunlight shining on the street. At the same time, the Daily Prophet in his hand returned to its original state, as if the change just now had not happened.

Dracula quickly turned his eyes back again, this time, his eyes fell on the newspaper, Blake's photo again.

"Blake Green, the son of Dumbledore and Grindelwald? How interesting... However, this task is...It is simple now. "

...

Godric's Hollow.

Black opened the window and let the owl fly out.

He had just sent Professor McGonagall a form containing the textbooks, teaching aids and course selection criteria that students would need for the next semester.

Black required that if one wanted to take the Alchemy course, one must also take the Ancient Runes.

Because Alchemy and Ancient Runes are inextricably linked, without the Ancient Runes, Alchemy would lose at least half of its content.

Black sat back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the two palm-sized clay figures on the desk.

He stretched out his finger and tapped the tops of the two clay figures, and then the two clay figures suddenly moved!

It looked like two wizards were dueling. However, their waving of their wands did not produce any magic.

These two clay figures were Black's new The simplest magic puppet made. This is the most basic application of alchemy. It only needs a little bit of basic ancient runes to construct a shallow magic circuit to play this role.

In fact, in the wizard world, these magic puppets are quite common.

For example, in the wizard chess that wizards often play, the chess pieces have the ability to move automatically. After eating the opponent's chess pieces, they also have their own ending actions, such as drawing a sword and chopping off the opponent's chess piece's head...

Of course, in addition to these low-level small magic puppets, the wizard world also has many high-level magic puppets.

For example, in Hogwarts, there are many such stone statues. For thousands of years, they have been silently guarding the safety of Hogwarts.

Only professors have the power to activate these magic puppets to protect the campus, and Blake still remembers the spell to activate these magic puppets, which is "Shidun out.々 . 々 动", the legendary Magg's Happy Spell...

Alchemy is boring most of the time, but the production of magic puppets is the only one that Black doesn't think is so boring in this boring alchemy.

He thinks that starting from this to teach will be a good start...

There is no way, Dumbledore asked him to be a professor, he can't really give up.

When Black thought of this, he stopped the two small magic puppets that were still moving, then picked up a small carving knife and began to continue to carve various ancient runes on the magic puppets. This will be his best teaching aid after school starts.

"Knock knock."

The door was knocked.

Black put down the carving knife, "Come in."

Nagini opened the door and walked in, holding an address book in her hand.

"When do you decide to visit Cassandra's house? "

Black asked in confusion: "Did Cassandra ask you?"

"Yes, she left me a message." Nagini flipped through her address book.

"Why didn't that little fool ask me?"

Nagini said helplessly: "Don't you remember? She asked you many times. But you said you didn't have time and had to wait... I think she was a little afraid that she would ask too many questions and make you hate her."

"Well, it's indeed my problem..." Black scratched his head. He was indeed busy with alchemy recently, but it seems that this matter is indeed not easy to delay.

Cassandra really hopes that she can reach a reconciliation with her father...

Besides, if the reconciliation cannot be achieved, Mr. Volley will never allow Cassandra to participate in his world travel in August.

It's already July, but Black hasn't taken any action yet. It would be strange if Cassandra is not anxious.

"Okay, let's go tomorrow." Black said, and put away everything on the table.

Next, he has to prepare how to communicate "friendly" with Mr. Volley tomorrow.

"Okay, let me reply to Cassandra. I'll say, 'Black is planning to visit you tomorrow and wants to give you a surprise.' I think Cassandra will be very happy." Nagini walked out of Black's room with the address book.

"Ah... okay." Black did not refuse Nagini's kindness.

He looked at the blue sky outside the window, and felt a little depressed. How should he deal with Cassandra's father tomorrow...

Suddenly, he remembered some conversations with Grindelwald.

Grindelwald once told him that everyone has their own weaknesses. As long as you grasp the weaknesses of these people and give them a little bit of benefits, you can control people's hearts smoothly...

Many things are difficult to do, just because you don't find the right way, just like a mouse trying to drag eggs, completely helpless.

However, once the mouse can think of the egg being oval, then perhaps it can think of a way, such as pushing it...

He had never tried to understand this sentence in the past, but now that he thinks about it, it seems that he can make good use of it?

Then, Blake began to think about it, for example, what Mr. Wally cares about most, what he fears most, and what is his little secret...

"Baker..." Blake called softly.

The house-elf Baker immediately appeared in front of him.

"I need some information, some information about Mr. Wally..."

...

The next day, Wally Manor.

Cassandra got up early, and after quickly finishing her breakfast, she ran around the house, excitedly making various preparations.

Finally, she ran back to her room, as if she wanted to choose what kind of clothes to wear later...

These scenes made Mr. Wally feel sour. However, there was no way. He had promised his daughter that he would have a good talk with that kid Black today.

If he didn't keep his promise...Cassandra would only get further and further away from him in the future.

Mrs. Walley held her chin and looked at her husband's face. She had been in this position for a long time, but Mr. Walley didn't notice it at all.

His attention was on his daughter who was "flying around" at home like a butterfly.

"Have you ever thought about a question?" Mrs. Walley suddenly asked.

"What...what?" Mr. Walley asked weakly.

"After seeing a boy like Blake, will Cassandra still like other boys in the future?"

Mrs. Walley's soul-searching questioning made Mr. Walley feel like being struck by lightning.

In fact, it was true... Among Cassandra's peers, there was no boy as good as Blake.

Cassandra used to be extremely proud. No matter who she faced, she would always have a bit of arrogance on her face.

However, as long as Blake was present, his daughter's face would show an expression that he had never seen before.

If he had to describe it, it would be admiration...

So, if Cassandra couldn't be with Black in the end, then she would not be likely to fall in love with anyone else again...

Even if she found a relatively good person to settle for in the end... she would not feel any happiness.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wally began to feel sad again.

"Alas... I... I just don't want her to be deceived." Mr. Wally defended weakly.

"You don't understand... dear. If there was such a boy in school when I was in school, I would also be tempted." Mrs. Wally said with a smile.

"Huh?!" Mr. Wally's eyes widened.

"Ahem, I'm not saying that you were not good enough before, dear, I just want to say... even if you were good enough before, there is still a little gap compared to Black." Mrs. Wally explained quickly.

But it would have been better if she didn't explain. This explanation made Mr. Wally feel even more upset.

What's even more frustrating is that he himself knows that what his wife said is all true...

"¨「 ¨「 Okay... I... I will have a good talk with him. I just hope that he is really a good person and can really treat my daughter well... Otherwise, even if I risk being spurned by the wizarding world, I will melt that guy!"

At the end, Mr. Wally waved his right hand excitedly.

...

Blake stood outside Wally Manor and tiptoed to look at the scenery inside the iron gate.

One word, big, two words, so big!

In recent years, thanks to his help, the Wally family's business has reached a higher level, and this Wally Manor has become more and more luxurious.

However, Mr. Wally seems to have been a little confused.

Suddenly, the iron gate opened automatically, and a house elf with a very good spirit was waving at Black.

Blake could tell from the respect he showed in his eyes... this littleThe elf is also a little elf lurking under his own hands...

I can only say that Ariana, who has been hiding for seventy or eighty years, is really capable.

Blake soon met Cassandra again.

Cassandra wore a light green dress and a lucky potion necklace given by Blake on her neck, looking bright and charming.

Green... Such a color that is not easy to match, but it looks extremely suitable on Cassandra.

I can only say that if a person is beautiful, even if he comes out with a bed sheet, he is still bright and charming...

Next to Cassandra, Mrs. Waller is as radiant as her daughter. I can only say that the lady still looks charming...

However, compared with his wife and daughter, Mr. Waller's mental state is a little bit bad.

He took the lead in making a few polite remarks with Blake with a slightly stiff face, and then welcomed him in.

Nagini also came with Black. After all, she promised to "protect" Black's safety.

But she did not choose to go into the Worley Manor with Black, but waited for him outside the manor. Because she knew that (Deno's) (Deno's) it would be appropriate for Black to go alone today.

In the living room, after a cup of hot tea was placed in front of Black.

Cassandra and Mrs. Worley found an excuse to get lunch and left the living room.

Only Mr. Worley and Black were left sitting in the living room.

Both knew that this was a conversation space that Cassandra and the others had deliberately left for them.

Mr. Wally took a deep breath and said, "Blake... I know you are really good, and I also know that you have provided a lot of help to our Wally family. Let the Wally family regain its vitality... But... because of Cassandra, I still have a lot of prejudices against you... You can say that I am a daughter slave, or that I am ungrateful or something... But as long as it is related to Cassandra... Anything, you have to step back a little. You... I don't know if you can understand what I mean..."

Blake took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Of course I can understand Your thoughts, sir... This is also the reason why I still don't hate you after being treated like this by you. "

"Then you should know where my biggest prejudice against you is." Mr. Wally said: "There are too many girls around you... I'm not sure if you can really be good to Cassandra all the time. I'm worried that some of your choices will hurt Cassandra! This is also the fundamental reason why I have always opposed her being with you."

Mr. Wally's idea is very simple, that is, Blake is too good, so good that there are always many good girls around him.

He really is not sure whether Blake can really be devoted to Cassandra. If he can't do it, then Cassandra will definitely be hurt! This is unacceptable to him.

"Mr., I understand your concerns, but with all due respect, you can't completely forbid her from making friends with anyone just because you're worried about her getting hurt. Have you ever thought about it? When you restrict her freedom, you're already hurting her? ".