Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"Little brat!

I … "

The fat man rushed over.

He wanted to grab Blake.

He would beat him up first.

Then he would think about whether to sell him to others or directly slaughter him for meat.

As for the little girl, hehehe …

As for the magic wand in Blake's hand?

Hehe.

The magic wand in the hand of an eleven-year-old child.

It was not even as threatening as a toothpick.

A toothpick pricking someone was even more painful.

"Crack!

Boom! "

Blake decisively activated the weather spell!

In the next second.

The lightning that filled the sky struck down fiercely!

"Ah!"

The huge lightning was like a wild snake dancing wildly.

It was directly flattened on the street!

No matter who it was.

As long as they surrounded Blake and the girl.

They were directly charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

Even if there were some desperadoes.

They had rich combat experience.

They released the armor spell in time.

But …

Blake was a top-grade expert in the weather spell!

It was almost equivalent to the maximum level of the weather spell.

In addition to the bonus of many talents.

In addition, the magic wand in his hand had increased the power of the spell by two times …

How could the armor spell that was cast in a hurry be blocked?

So …

Except for the curly-haired girl standing next to Blake who was still standing.

The rest of the people were lying on the ground with their bodies charred black and twitching …

As for the black wizards who had been watching the show in the distance.

They all immediately turned back at attention.

Then, they slipped away as if nothing had happened.

…

Although the curly-haired girl was unscathed.

But among her beautiful curly hair.

There were still many tiny strands of hair.

Because of the powerful lightning just now, they stood upright.

"Cough cough … When robbing, it's normal for the other party to resist."

"You just need to beat him up."

"However, it's best not to kill him."

"Otherwise, when the time comes, you'll have to find valuable things yourself."

"So, you have to keep him alive."

"As long as you interrogate him, you can directly succeed in robbing him."

"Of course, some people will still be unconvinced."

"That doesn't matter. You just need to beat him up again."

Blake kept talking as he spoke.

While using one hand.

He easily picked up the fat man.

Then, he threw him fiercely in the middle of the street.

The curly-haired girl had been in a state of shock since just now.

When she saw this scene.

She was even more shocked and speechless.

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

He raised his magic wand and performed a lightning version of the wild snake dance.

He knocked down all the black wizards on the street?

Did I wake up too fiercely today?

Or was I still dreaming?

An eleven-year-old Sorcerer defeated a whole bunch of Dark Sorcerers in one move?

How could I have such a dream?

And …

He was still nagging.

On the other hand, he was carrying a fat man who weighed more than 100 kilograms.

. He lifted him with one hand.

Then, he threw it in the middle of the street …

Yes, with one hand

It was only..

Why couldn't he?

Gandalf template.

The power of a close-combat mage.

How could it be such an inconvenience?

"I'm definitely not awake yet."

Then she began to pinch her arm.

"Ouch, it hurts."

"Hmm?

What's wrong?

Are you hurt?

I clearly had it under control. "

Blake looked at the curly-haired girl in confusion.

A controlled weather spell.

It shouldn't hurt this little sister.

The curly-haired girl pinched herself too hard.

She was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes.

She blinked her big eyes and looked at Blake.

"I … I'm not dreaming?"

"Ding!

Extremely shocked emotion detected. "

"Ding!

Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure chest! "

…

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

He had been traveling around for the past few days.

His journey could be said to have spanned half of the globe.

It could be said that he was very tired.

Even though his body was still very healthy.

However, he was already very old.

This kind of hard work was a bit unbearable.

He planned to have a good rest.

Then he would go to Diagon Alley to see Blake.

Thinking about Blake.

Dumbledore's heart was filled with warmth.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Dumbledore said tiredly.

Professor McGonagall walked in quickly.

"Albus … you're finally back."

"Okay, after I rest, I'll immediately start working at the school." Dumbledore smiled bitterly.

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

"I just want to say that you're not young anymore.

Let Foggy deal with the matters of the Ministry of Magic himself. "

"Thank you for your advice, Minerva.

I should really consider your suggestion. "

Professor McGonagall was slightly stunned when she heard this.

It was not like she had not suggested the same thing before.

But Dumbledore had always just thanked her for her concern.

Then he still worked for the Ministry of Magic …

What was wrong with him today?

He actually said that he would consider it?

"Albus … the boy you mentioned last time …"

She took out a letter. It was the admission letter she was going to write to Blake.

"Should I write Blake Grindelwald?"

"Write Blake Grindelwald.

That last name will bring him trouble. "

"Okay …"

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

After Dumbledore said that he would come back.

She would explain the situation to him.

Dumbledore understood what she meant.

"Please sit down."

"Tea or pumpkin juice?"

"A cup of tea will be fine, thank you."

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

Dumbledore raps 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 surname … "

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

"This is also for the sake of that child …"

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

Professor McGonagall nodded.

She also knew what this surname represented.

Naturally, he wouldn't tell anyone about it.

However …

That was Grindelwald!

In the days when Dumbledore was not back.

She lived in fear every day.

He was afraid that the peaceful days would never return.

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

Dumbledore saw Professor McGonagall's uneasiness.

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

"Okay, I'm relieved to hear that." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then … That child … Who is Grindelwald?"

Professor McGonagall took a sip of tea as she spoke.

"In fact … It's not just who is Grindelwald … It's who is between him and me …"

"What … What …"

Professor McGonagall frowned.

She didn't quite understand what Dumbledore meant.

"In fact … strictly speaking …"

Dumbledore's lips trembled twice.

In the end, he said it out loud.

"Blake … That boy is my son …"

"Pfft!"

Professor McGonagall spat out the tea in her mouth.

She looked at Dumbledore in shock.

Her pupils were shaking!

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