The one Standing In front of you(1)
Under Blake's savage spell. That wooden target had a big hole in its body! In the next second...
"Click!"
The upper body of the wooden target fell off! It was cut in half by the Gut-Eating Curse neatly and neatly!
Obviously, Blake's spell was stronger than Voldemort's one by Quirrell! After all, Quirrell's level wasn't high enough. Even if Voldemort had possessed, he could only exert less than one-tenth of his own mana.
Blake used this black magic for the first time and it already surpassed that of Quirrell! This showed that this kid's black magic talent was very strong
Voldemort looked at the horrific target on the opposite side. There was ecstasy in his cold black heart!
'This kid was born to be a dark wizard! And after experimenting with the power of black magic! How could it be possible to give up this power?'
Voldemort knew in his heart what he needed to do. He only had to open the Pandora's box in Blake's heart and release his evil and desire completely!
'Just like how I seduced Little Barty back then! But the time... Not even Dumbledore can stop Blake from truly going dark!
[Ding! An extremely joyful emotion was detected!"]
["Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!"]
Blake curled his lips. This guy Voldemort was really moody. He was obviously very happy but behaved very calmly. This caused his mood swings to be not strong enough that only golden treasure chests could be given.
'Sooner or later, I will force you to give me the Supreme Treasure Chest!' Blake thought.
He focused his gaze on the horrible wooden target in front of him, Blake was actually a little puzzled psychologically.
He just used his acting skills a little bit. Was this spell so strong? It has to be said that his proficiency in intermediate acting skills greatly helped his emotional control.
Otherwise, he did not even know how to brew such negative emotions... Maybe even the spell would not be released. It was like method acting.
With the help of intermediate acting mastery. Blake cast himself as a pervert who loves gutting out people. Then it is logical to substitute myself into the abnormal first perspective.
Finally, this powerful and frightening spell was used. The kind that had a rattling effect. Even Voldemort was shocked to ecstasy.
Blake murmured to himself.
'Could it be that my talent for black magic was also good? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I'm obviously just a harmless little badger'
Blake felt that the magic in this world was somewhat idealistic.
With his thinking, Blake theorized that with the more in place the emotion was, the more powerful the spell would be.
Not to mention black magic. To use the strong spell he just used, one must have a crazy killing intent or any strong negative emotions in general.
The Cruciatus Curse, one of the unforgivable curses, was cast with a perverted emotion where one wanted to torture people crazily for pleasure.
As for the positive spells, the most typical one is the Patronus spell. The happier the mood was, the greater the power of the spell.
Not to mention Harry's mother's guardian spell. The fierce emotions of love and protection made her guardian charm strong enough to protect Harry into adulthood.
Suddenly, Blake had a bold idea. That was if someone was crazy and he cast the Killing Curse or the Cruciatus Curse on him, would his almighty system keep giving him treasure chests?
Because when the other party uses black magic, the target of emotional release would be him!
'Hiss! A road I never want to think of or pass through!'
Professor Quirrell (Voldemort) saw Blake staring blankly at the wooden target without speaking. He thought Blake was frightened by the power of his own spell. The corners of the mouth could not help but rise slightly.
'Is he longing for such a powerful force? It seems I only need a little nudge then.'
"Very well, Blake, you have shown me your resolve. Come back tomorrow night and I will teach you something different..."
His acting skills are good and the spellcasting was also fast. So Blake's emotions were not affected much by that black magic.
But he vowed never to use this kind of black magic again. Maybe he would if it was a wooden target, but not a person. Because that would be so bloody!
After Blake left the empty classroom, He did not go back to the dormitory.
Instead, he chose to quietly go to the Room of Requirement. When he came out, there was a small ball exuding a strange lustre in his hand.
He had used the materials from the Room of Requirement to make something. In the system inventory, two normal-quality Poké Balls were synthesized.
One was used to hold his Brown Big Bear, and he really wanted to know if this small ball could make Big Bear, whose potential had been exhausted, burst out with new potential again.
And the other one... was to be used on the king of the horned camel beast! The next day happened to be Saturday.
There would be no entanglement of courses so Blake had a barbecue meeting in front of Hagrid's cabin.
Those who were there were a few friends who helped Blake promote the Dueling Club. Except for Cassandra, Hermione and Hannah, the others, like Cedric, Penelope, Marcus, Wayne and Roger were first time visitors.
Except, of course, for the friends Blake invited, Hagrid also invited Harry, and his good friend Ron Weasely.
Anyway, the ingredients for the barbecue are privately sponsored by Hagrid. So Blake didn't say anything either.
However, the one who cooked himself was of course Blake, who had superb culinary skills. After putting barbecue or something on the stove. Blake went to Hagrid's hut to bake desserts by himself.
Blake's craftsmanship could always make food outrageously fragrant.
The meat was not fully grilled, and the dessert was not fully baked in the house but the scent that emanated was already very good.
Those who had tasted Blake's craft in cooking were very calm. But those who hadn't tasted Blake's craft in cooking obviously couldn't wait.
"Aren't you alright?"
"I think it's ready!" Wayne couldn't wait any longer.
"Hagrid, why don't I try it first? In fact, I am very good at food. I will know if it is cooked or not and if it is cooked! I can grab an early bite.
Hagrid jammed himself against the wall.
"Not yet! I have to do exactly what Blake says. It's still... oh... just a minute away!"
"In order to make the meat just right, I think you should rest easy and wait for a while. I know it is a tough wait, but trust me, it will be worth the wait!"
Hagrid swallowed hard himself. Although he also wants to eat now.
He remembered when he used to steal the barbecue long before it was ready. Then he ate the barbecue when it was just right. After that, he learned to become more patient.
He just couldn't figure it out. Why when it was only tens of seconds away, the taste changed so much! So, he knew very well it was totally worth the wait!
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