Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

Just as Black began his leisurely journey.

Dumbledore was so worried that his beard, which had turned black, turned white again.

Because no matter what he said, Fudge, that stubborn guy, just didn't believe that someone would make trouble at the World Cup.

Moreover, he also emphasized that even if someone made trouble at the World Cup, the people he sent were enough to deal with possible accidents.

In the end, Fudge also implicitly told Dumbledore not to be so involved as before, so the result of the conversation was that the two sides parted unhappily.

However, it was not all bad news. Dumbledore knew that Barty Crouch would be the organizer of the World Cup final.

Since it was all prepared by his department, he was of course responsible for security.

Dumbledore was still relieved about Barty Crouch.

No matter in the past or now, Barty Sr. is a very capable person. If his son had not been brainwashed and joined the Death Eaters, the current Minister of Magic would have to be Barty Sr., not Fudge~~.

So, with him around, if something really happened, he would also be able to minimize the damage.

"Ah..." Dumbledore sighed again. If Fudge had listened to his advice, then this accident would not have happened...

However, Nicolas Flamel's prediction was indeed very accurate. Because Fudge rejected his advice, the probability of an accident was almost 100%.

Since he knew it would happen, he could not sit idly by.

Dumbledore sat in the office for a long time, and finally, he made a decision.

He originally did not plan to go to the World Cup this time, because he had many other things to do, but now it seems that he can't not go.

And... since Fudge can't help, then...

The image of Grindelwald flashed through Dumbledore's mind.

He pulled a piece of parchment and began to write a letter to Grindelwald...

Now, he just hoped that Black's "transformation" of Grindelwald had really succeeded, otherwise, his risky behavior would undoubtedly be a move to get something from the tiger...

...

"No! He must not leave home!" Barty Crouch shouted angrily at a thin house-elf in front of him.

"But... Master, the little master really likes Quidditch games... When the time comes, Winky will just put on an invisible cloak for the master, and no one will be able to find the master." Winky said timidly.

Old Batty's eyes suddenly became fierce, "Did he tell you that?"

"No, no, no... The young master didn't tell me. The young master never mentioned the man whose name cannot be mentioned in these years. Shanshan thinks that the master should give the young master a little reward for this..."

"No, Shanshan... You don't understand, the mysterious man is very interested in him.How big is the impact... He no longer mentions the mysterious man, not because he is getting better, but because I cast the Imperius Curse on him!" A trace of grief and regret flashed across Old Barty's face.

"Sparkling...Sparkling hopes that the master can agree with Sparkling's suggestion...Oh...Poor little master, he has never left the house since he returned home more than ten years ago...His complexion has been very bad recently, and Sparkling thinks that if he can watch a favorite Quidditch game, he will get better..."

"You don't need to worry about this! Sparkling! You just need to take care of him at home! "Old Barty yelled angrily again. He felt that explaining to this stupid elf was a waste of time!

"Oh... old master, if the mistress was still alive, she would definitely not want to see the young master always like this..." said Shining with tears.

Hearing Shining mention his wife, the corners of Old Barty's eyes twitched, and a trace of grief flashed in his eyes.

He pushed the door open without saying a word and walked into Little Barty's room.

The room was empty, with no one in it.

But old Batty stretched out his hand, grabbed something in the air, and then a piece of invisible cloak was grabbed down.

A pale, thin young man immediately appeared in the room...

The young man stared out the window with a dull look, his body trembling from time to time, and he looked really bad.

A trace of pain flashed in old Batty's eyes again.

He pulled out his wand, tremblingly pointed at his son, and The trembling voice chanted a spell.

"Soul out of the body..."

...

At night, the Black Pearl Yacht.

Blake was studying the puppet ball that his future self had given him on purpose in his room.

It must be said that even for the current Blake, it would still take a lot of effort to figure out this alchemical product.

I can only say that it is worthy of being the proud work of his future self...

After all, this thing is too amazing, even someone with his own strength can basically copy it completely.

There are more than ten kinds of materials inside that Blake cannot distinguish, and it seems to be some kind of alloy...

This makes Blake feel helpless.

There is no doubt that his future self, who does not know what he has experienced, has made great progress in alchemy compared to now!

This makes him feel extremely difficult to study this thing now...

"Tsk...why don't I dive down again to see if I have missed any blueprints or something? "

Blake scratched his head until it looked like a chicken coop.

In this world, the only person who could make him so embarrassed was himself...

Although the treasure chest had not yet opened the skill of the ultimate alchemy mastery, with his own efforts and the help of Nicolas Flamel.

Blake's alchemy was infinitely close to the ultimate alchemy mastery.level.

What he lacked was just a little experience accumulated over time. It seemed that there was no point in being anxious now.

Unless he could find a way to increase his alchemy in the short term, for example, to get the best mastery in the treasure chest.

However, he might have given up on this, because for some reason, the system's treasure chest even gave out the excavator skill, but not the mastery of alchemy...

Suddenly, Blake put down his hand that was scratching his head, and a thought flashed through his mind

...It seems that there is a way?

After receiving several pictures sent by Dracula, Blake got a lot of alchemy knowledge from Dracula for free.

This made his alchemy, which had not improved for a long time, improve a little bit.

Just a few copied pictures, and it has such an effect.

If he could trick the real book into Dracula... then his alchemy would definitely reach the best mastery!

At that time, it would not be so difficult to look at this puppet ball again.

"Oh, it seems that I have to take the initiative to find Dracula..." Blake picked up a piece of letter paper and began to write a letter.

This time, he did not write formulas on it. Instead, it was a serious thank-you letter.

And at the end of the letter, he said that he was looking forward to having academic exchanges with the respected Mr. Tepesh again.

Of course, he also proposed that in order to better conduct academic exchanges in the future, he hoped to make friends with the other party in the magic address book.

After writing the letter, Blake opened the dimension door and directly pulled a dozing owl from nowhere.

Then he sent the letter to the confused owl.

Blake watched the owl go away quietly, and suddenly, his magic address book lit up.

Blake immediately opened the address book, and then saw that Cassandra's page was flashing.

A message appeared on the paper.

"Are you asleep? Can we chat?"

"Chat? Sure!"

Anyway, there was nothing to be learned from studying the puppet ball, so Blake simply put the ball away.

Then he closed the magic address book, and then directly opened the dimension door and went through...

"You...how did you get here?" Cassandra was startled by the sudden appearance of Blake.

"We are all next door, it would be great to chat face to face."

"Then...how do you want to chat?" Cassandra sat at the head of the bed, holding the magic address book in her hand, but her ears had already begun to turn red.

Blake rubbed his hands, "How to chat? Of course, just a casual chat, you know, hehe..."

...

Numengarde.

Grindelwald also received a letter in the middle of the night.

He had just laid down in his pajamas.

But when he saw the letter, he was no longer sleepy.

"Aha!That old fool actually came to ask me for help one day! "

Grindelwald jumped up happily, as if it was Christmas today.

He sat down at the desk, took a piece of parchment, and began to write a reply.

Speaking of Dumbledore's request, he could understand it, and he also knew why he came to him.

Of course, he also knew that this was the opportunity that Black had always hoped to reconcile with Dumbledore.

But, the old guy finally fell into his hands. If he didn't ridicule him, how could he justify the decades of imprisonment in Nurmengard!

Grindelwald picked up the pen and started writing.

The first sentence was, "Why, your favorite student Newt, is finally too old to walk? He has to come to me for help? Hehe..."

An hour later, Dumbledore looked at the reply in his hand, and his white beard was shaking with anger.

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He slapped the letter on the table and wrote a sentence on the back.

"Old man! I've brought the message, come if you want! "

Then he threw it in front of the owl sent by Grindelwald.

It's a waste of expression to be polite to that old bastard!

When Dumbledore wrote back to Grindelwald, he felt it was a waste to use one more piece of parchment!

Hey! Old man!

...

Blake's trip was very pleasant and fulfilling.

Except for occasionally exchanging letters with Dracula.

Every day he played and frolicked with the girls, and at night he ran around in various rooms...

This kind of life made him feel a little reluctant to leave. .

Black was still on the yacht, spending his fourteenth birthday with the girls.

However, happy times are always short-lived.

A short month passed in a flash.

It was soon the end of August.

As the World Cup was getting closer, Black had to end this pleasant sea trip.

"Alas... I really don't want to go back now... I haven't found the treasure of the Pirate King yet..." Black looked at the blue ocean reluctantly.

"Okay, let's come again next time." Cassandra comforted. "We still have to watch the Quidditch World Cup final together, right?"

"Okay... let's go home..." Black said helplessly.

"Black, do we have to go back directly using the Dimensional Gate? "Hermione asked.

. .. .......

This ship has been sailing on the sea for more than a month. Although it has stopped along the way, if it really wants to go back step by step, it must sailIt will take at least half a month to travel.

In this way, we will definitely miss the World Cup final.

"No need, let's continue to take this ship back." Black shook his head and said.

"But... in this way, there may not be enough time." Hermione said: "Or, let's stop the ship on a small island first, and then we will teleport back, and the ship will wait to drive back later?"

"Of course, there is not enough time for sailing on the sea, but... who said that my ship can only sail on the sea?"

As Black said, he took out his wand and knocked on the yacht.

The next second, the yacht switched to the ghost ship state of the Black Pearl again.

Black gave instructions to the ghost sailors.

"Take off! Target, England!"

"Gada Gada!"

With a crisp sound of wood, the ship suddenly trembled.

When everyone was a little unsteady on their feet, the Black Pearl actually took off directly on the sea!

The girls were all shocked to see the blue sky getting closer and closer... Such a big ship actually flew directly?

This is much more powerful than Mr. Weasley's flying car!

Black stood on the bow of the ship, looking forward with high spirits, "Oh... I said a long time ago that I must make this ship fly to the sky! Today it finally came true!"

In fact, Black has no way to make such a huge ship so easy to take off directly for the time being.

However, this is not an ordinary ship, but the Black Pearl!

This is a ghost ship that can be enlarged and reduced!

So, Black got a bug, so that the Black Pearl can maintain its size while becoming the weight of the smallest version of the Black Pearl...

In this way, with Black's current level of alchemy, this ship can also fly!

The Black Pearl, which has greatly reduced its weight, consumes less energy for takeoff than Mr. Weasley's old Ford.

"Whoosh!"

As the ship flew into the sky, the hull gradually became illusory, and the next second, the ship disappeared in the sky!

After all, it is a flying ship. If it is not invisible, it must be on the Daily Prophet.

"Merlin! Your ship can fly, why didn't you say so earlier! Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Before Blake put away his pretentious posture standing on the bow, Professor Barbling grabbed his arm and shook it excitedly.

"Uh... calm down..." Blake's eyes reluctantly moved away from Professor Barbling's generosity that had just surged due to intense exercise.

"Of course it's better to travel slowly. Why should I fly? I only fly when I go home..." Blake explained.

"I want to learn!" Professor Babel said seriously.

"Huh?"

"I mean, the ancient runes that make this ship fly, I want to learn!"

"Okay, okay... I will explain this part of the knowledge in class. If you are interested, you can come and sit in on my class." Blake said with a smile. Ling Ling.