Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"Although you have to restrain yourself."

"An ordinary broom can also be used."

"But I still hope that you can fly freely."

"… The brooms on the market right now definitely can't meet this requirement.

"So, you have to give this application I wrote to Professor Dumbledore."

"And … you should know that Professor Dumbledore is also a master of alchemy."

"He'll get you a broom that's suitable for you."

Professor Sprout said.

Blake looked at the application in his hand.

"Are you sure Professor Dumbledore will really agree?"

"Don't worry, he will definitely agree."

Walking out of Professor Sprout's office.

Blake held the application that Professor Sprout wrote for him.

Walking in the direction of the principal's office.

After all, logically speaking.

First-year wizards were not allowed to participate in the Quidditch competition.

They couldn't even hold a broom.

So this matter really had to be applied.

Blake, on the other hand, needed a special broom...

Given Blake's relationship with Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Sprout thought.

Professor Dumbledore would definitely help him solve it.

Blake was actually not opposed to joining the Quidditch team.

Or rather.

Joining the Quidditch team was also one of his plans.

But he didn't expect.

It would be so fast.

He originally planned to do it step by step.

He would only participate in the player selection when he was in his second year.

After all, he had to show off in front of the whole school.

The number of treasure chests he obtained.

It would definitely be extremely impressive!

Since this time it was a coincidence.

He had brought forward his plan.

Blake didn't plan to give up.

And coincidentally.

Because he was flying at high speed just now.

So his flying ability experience skyrocketed.

When he was intercepted by Ms. Hooch.

His flying skill experience bar was only a little bit away from the beginner proficiency level.

This was only his first time flying.

If he could get his own broom.

And fly a few laps without any restrictions.

Then it would be too easy for his flying skill to level up.

Proficiency in this kind of skill.

It was much easier to level up than proficiency in a major subject like alchemy.

Not long after.

He arrived in front of the Dripping Stone Beast.

Behind the stone beast was Dumbledore's office.

"Password."

The Dripping Stone Beast said in a muffled voice.

"Zizi bee candy."

"Wrong password."

"Hiss … You've changed your tastes so quickly?"

"Then … Snow Lemon?"

"Wrong password … But Dumbledore told me to let you in.

The guardian stone beast outside the principal's room.

Sometimes, it was to help the principal fend off people he didn't want to see.

As for Blake …

Naturally, he was not included in this list.

In the principal's office.

When Blake pushed the door open and came in.

Just then, he saw a person walking out from inside.

His complexion didn't look very good.

Or it could be said that his complexion had never been good.

His signature aquiline nose.

And that greasy hair.

Blake recognized him at a glance.

This was Snape.

He had yet to attend the Potions class.

Therefore, this was the first time they had met at such a close distance.

"So … you're the one who told Professor Dumbledore.

"I don't even eat."

"They're all watching Quirrell?"

Blake glanced at Dumbledore in surprise.

......

You sold me out just like that?

TE......

You should have reminded him to be careful when he was watching.

Why did you mention me?

Are you trying to make him hate me?

Snape took in Blake's expression.

Then, he swung his long black robe.

He left the principal's office.

"Professor … You, you … You …"

Dumbledore sighed.

"I didn't say it. He guessed it.

"I just told him to be careful because even the students noticed that he was watching Quirrell.

"Then he guessed it.

"After all, he's a nerd.

"The only student who comes to my place often.

"Seems like only you."

Blake was stunned.

Oh no, Professor Snape might be a little stingy?

It seemed that the Potions class on Friday afternoon …

He couldn't escape Snape's punishment.

How could he escape after offending the old bat?

You think too much.

"So, what did you do today?"

"Professor, you can actually hope for something good from me."

Blake took out Professor Sprout's application form.

He handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stood next to the table.

He grabbed a wriggling cockroach and stuffed it into his mouth.

He looked at the application form.

Blake looked at the box of cockroaches.

Although he knew.

It was a delicious-tasting type of candy.

But it couldn't arouse his appetite at all.

He always felt that …

There might be a few real cockroaches mixed in …

"Aiya … It's my fault for neglecting it.

Dumbledore put down the application.

"You can even blow up a wand."

"How can a broom be avoided?

"But I can solve this problem."

"You just need to modify the flying broom …"

"I'm also a master alchemist, and I know your situation very well.

"So, I can help you solve this problem!"

Blake looked at Dumbledore.

"So … you … you agreed right away?"

"What?"

"You agreed to let me join the Quidditch team!"

"Of course!

Why not? "

"First-year students are not allowed to have flying brooms and participate in Quidditch games."

"It's for the safety of the freshmen."

"But according to Professor Sprout.

"You can fly at that speed."

"You can still grasp the direction steadily and land smoothly."

"I think you have enough ability to protect yourself."

"So, I agree."

"I'll get you a good broom as soon as possible."

"You have to believe in some of my connections and my alchemy skills."

Then.

Blake was coaxed out of the principal's office by Dumbledore in a daze.

Professor Dumbledore also urged him to complete Nico Lemour's test as soon as possible.

He thought he would have to explain to Dumbledore.

Explain what he said.

Maybe he could even get a treasure chest from Dumbledore or something.

But Dumbledore was very calm.

It was as if he was prepared for all of Blake's actions.

"Shouldn't calmness be an emotion?"

"Excessive calmness. Shouldn't you give me a treasure chest too?"

The system was silent …

"This system is indeed buggy."

Blake muttered to himself as he left the principal's office.

There was only flying class in the afternoon.

Because Blake was kicked out early.

So.

He had an extra free afternoon.

So, he first went to the Room of All Requests.

He took care of his magical plants.

In the Room of All Requests.

He had already planted all the seeds that Cassandra gave him.

He took turns strengthening these plants every day.

It was quite time-consuming.

After the strengthening.

He took out a lot of food.

He ate to replenish his strength and magic.

He read the manuscript that Nico Lemour sent over.

It had to be said.

Nick Lemay is in this manuscript.

The knowledge recorded was indeed very profound.

You could tell from the fact that Nico Lemay had sent over a manuscript of this caliber.

Indeed, he did not underestimate Blake.

The test given was also extremely difficult.

However, this was a great gift.

Although the speed of learning this book was very slow at the beginning.

B......

Blake was always paying attention to his alchemy experience!

Every time he completely understood a small paragraph.

When he checked his experience again.

He would find that his alchemy experience had increased by a small amount!

If Blake had an EXP indicator on his forehead.

Then, when he buried himself in a book.

He always has a "+ 20" on his forehead.

20。+

The number "20" popped up like crazy.

And so it went on.

Even if the next level of Alchemy Mastery required 100,000 EXP.

That wouldn't take much time!

Moreover, the more Blake read, the higher his alchemy level became.

The higher the standard, the faster the learning speed!

This manuscript.

It wouldn't stump Blake for long!

Furthermore.

Even after completing the test.

Nico Lemay regretted it.

He didn't want him to look at his own book collection.

Blake didn't lose out either.

Because just by looking at this manuscript.

It was enough to greatly improve his alchemy!

But … …

Not long after.

Blake got into the book box again.

Because this was in Nico Lemay's manuscript.

It involved a part of the ancient Nihon knowledge.

This part of the ancient Nihon knowledge.

It just so happened that Blake hadn't mastered it yet.

He had to put down the manuscript for the time being.

First, he had to learn a wave of ancient Nihon …

But this was normal.

Alchemy was originally involved in a wide range of subjects.

Others had hundreds of years of research experience.

Even if Blake was extremely talented.

He couldn't have been in contact with alchemy for more than a month.

He had to catch up with it!

It would take at least a few months!

The current captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

It was Marcus Vincent, a seventh-grade student this year.

In the evening.

Blake found him on the sidelines of the Quidditch stadium.

Marcus carried his broom on his shoulder.

He was carefully looking at the letter of introduction in his hand.

It didn't seem fake?

But, the letter said …

The little thing in front of him.

It was a first-year student.

But a new team member who could fly at more than 60 miles per hour (100 km/h)!?

Marcus looked at the little thing in front of him.

He kept looking up and down.

His face was full of doubt.

If it weren't for the fact that the letter of introduction was signed by Professor Sprout and Professor Dumbledore.

There was no pretense.

He had already thrown it out.

He had thrown this little thing out.

Damn, how could he not know about the old brooms at school?

60 miles per hour?

These old brooms were brand new from the factory.

He didn't even know if they could fly at 30 miles per hour!

"You!

Come with me, fly a lap! "

Blake had no choice but to follow.

On the Quidditch field.

The Hufflepuff players were already waiting for training.

Cedric was also there.

He saw Blake appear on the training ground.

He was a little surprised.

"What are you doing …"

"He's a new player who was specially approved to join our team …"

"Hmm, I have to test his ability first!"

Marcus answered Cedric's question.

While picking a broom for Blake in the broom closet.

But his words made everyone's eyes widen in shock.

Cedric looked at Blake in surprise.

"You're really joining our Quidditch team?"

Blake nodded.

"Doesn't he look like he's in his first year?"

Another player asked in shock.

"That's why I said it was specially approved."

Marcus grumbled.

He almost said the words "through the back door."

So what if he went through the back door.

60 miles per hour?

This bragging … Did it have to be so exaggerated?

Marcus searched for a while.

Then he picked out a broom from the broom closet.

This broom looked a little newer than the one in the training class.

"This is it!"

Marcus threw the broom to Blake.

"Fly a lap first and let me see."

"Do your best."

Blake hesitated.

Marcus curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, he went through the back door.

Otherwise, why are you hesitating?

You're afraid of making a fool of yourself.

"What?

You don't dare? "

"If you don't dare, then go back."

"Be a good boy and wait for your second year.

Then you can participate in the player selection. "

Blake scratched his head.

"No … You just told me to fly with all my strength …"

"But if I fly with all my strength, the broom won't be able to withstand it."

Marcus smiled.

"Broom won't be able to withstand it?"

"Haha, don't worry!"

"Meteor series. The style is a little old-fashioned."

"But the quality is still guaranteed …"

"Fly with all your might!

If the broom is broken, I will pay for it! "

Blake immediately smiled when he heard this.

"You don't need me to compensate you?

You should have told me earlier. "

"Then I'll start."

Blake said as he carried the broom excitedly.

They came to the open space in front of them and prepared to take off.

Originally, his [Flight] skill was about to break through to Basic Mastery.

He only needed a little more experience.

Marcus had him fly two full circles.

This was really giving him a pillow when he was sleepy!

Blake weighed the flying broom in his hand.

He nodded his head in satisfaction.

This one would definitely last longer than the one in the afternoon.

Blake stepped forward excitedly.

Then …

"Boom!" (Excellent!)

Marcus stood closest to her.

He felt a strong gust of wind blow past his face.

Then, Blake's figure disappeared!

"Where did it go?" Marcus was dumbfounded.

Why did he suddenly disappear?

"Captain!

Above! "Cedric pointed to the sky.

Marcus raised his head.

Then, he saw an afterimage swooping down from the sky …

"Swoosh!"

"Hey!

Do you want to die?

Pull it up! "

Although Marcus was unhappy that Blake took the back door.

But he didn't want to see this junior die in front of him.

......

Just as Marcus was about to stand at attention in silence.

Just as the afterimage was about to reach the ground, the figure on the broom suddenly turned over.

Then, he agilely pulled the broom up!

"F * ck!"

"Minsky's feint!"

"Minsky's feint at such a high speed … How is it possible!"

"How can he pull it up with such a big inertia?"

Blake swept over everyone's heads.

The wind brought about by him.

It messed up Marcus' hair.

At this time.

Marcus still didn't know where they were.

Blake really did have something?

“ Blake!

Enough!

Come down! "

” Blake!

Stop your Divine Ability … "

When Blake came in front of Marcus again.

Marcus' eyes were full of excitement!

Ever since he joined the school's Quidditch team in the third year.

He was the goalkeeper.

Then he became the captain in the fifth year …

Hufflepuff had never won a Quidditch championship!

This year was already his last year in school.

But now …

With Blake!

This year, they really had a chance to win the championship!

… Cup …

"We must win the championship this year!"

"Are you confident?!"

"Yes!"

"Louder!

You want to play Quidditch so quietly? "

"We are confident!"

"Very good!

Very energetic! "

"We must win the championship this year!"