Chapter 120: The Rich And Generous Professor Babling!

Blake's face turned green.

Fortunately, I felt something was wrong earlier and didn't drink it.

But it's still disgusting!

"You bastard..."

"I'm your uncle, child, don't call me wrong~," Abufusi said seriously.

Blake turned his head away and didn't look at him.

I'll remember this grudge!

Dumbledore reluctantly put down the "tea" he had been drinking.

"Abufusi, you..."

"Hehe, you deserve to drink this!"

"Who is the child's mother? I haven't heard that you got married or anything."

"Could it be... you want the small one and not the big one?"

"Our Dumbledore family can't do things that hurt others... I... I've made this kind of mistake before..."

Abufusi's tone suddenly became low.

Dumbledore sighed, "Don't speak first, let me finish."

Abufusi muttered a few more words and then fell silent.

Obviously, he also knew his temper.

If he continues to interrupt,

His brother may not be able to explain clearly until tonight.

"In fact... Blake has been sealed in a... place before."

Dumbledore glanced at Blake.

He remembered that Blake seemed unwilling to mention that he was a genetically engineered individual.

Therefore, he decided to tell a lie.

However, Dumbledore's well-intentioned lie had not been spoken yet.

Blake shook his head, "Professor, I'm fine. Since Abufusi is my uncle, it's better not to hide it from him."

Just now, although Albus was extremely shocked, the object and source of his shock were both Dumbledore.

Therefore, Blake did not obtain any treasure chests...

This made Blake feel a bit regretful.

Therefore, he took the initiative to seize the initiative to speak.

As long as the words came out of his mouth.

Then the emotional fluctuations after Albus.

Can be attributed to him.

So, Blake took over Dumbledore's lead.

He said to Albus, "Let me say it, Uncle Albus..."

Dumbledore saw that Blake actually chose to tear open his scars again.

Exposing the weaknesses he had been hiding.

He guessed that Blake had to do this for the sake of the harmony of the Dumbledore family.

After all, a lie is always a lie.

Even if it is well-intentioned...

If it is exposed.

It could also provoke Albus's anger.

Not conducive to the unity of the family.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore was somewhat moved...

Blake really thought it through too thoroughly!

Then, unaware that Dumbledore had already deduced Blake's identity.

He told Albus about his background.

Albus stared at Blake in astonishment.

"So... you are his... and that old bastard's son?"

Albus felt that his worldview had been greatly shaken.

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Similarly, he felt that his common sense had been greatly shaken.

Can two grown men have a child?

Holy crap, the more I think about it, the more twisted it seems compared to before.

According to his previous speculation, Dumbledore could have a child even at the age of ninety-six.

If both parties are willing, there's nothing wrong with it.

At most, Dumbledore is a bit of a beast... like an old bull chewing on tender grass.

But now... two grown men having a child?!

Blake immediately received two golden treasure chests from Abufusi!

Taking advantage of Abufusi's daze.

Blake quietly opened the system space and synthesized another wave of treasure chests.

Then, the system space had four diamond treasure chests, three golden treasure chests, five silver treasure chests, and one bronze treasure chest.

Only three diamond treasure chests away from the next supreme treasure chest.

When Blake put away the system space.

Abufusi finally came to his senses.

He looked at Blake with an extremely complicated expression.

There was one thing he had in common with his brother.

That is, cherishing family members...

Since Ariana's death, this emotion has become even stronger.

Although he has always had a bad relationship with his brother.

Whenever he had the chance, he would often be kind to his own brother.

But... he is a member of the Order of the Phoenix!

This is the blood bond of kinship.

And now... although Blake's birth is full of incredibility.

But... there is no doubt that this child is indeed a member of the Dumbledore family!

Because the blood of the Dumbledore family does flow within him!

B...

Blake can also be said to be the son of the person he hates the most.

His body also carries the dirty blood of that person!

This thought plunged Aberforth into a painful dilemma...

He instinctively wanted to be kinder to this child.

But seeing how much he resembled Grindelwald...

He felt uneasy in his heart!

Dumbledore clearly understood the conflicting emotions of his own brother.

"Regardless, the child is innocent."

"He didn't choose to be created... it was someone else's doing..."

Aberforth looked at Dumbledore with a complex gaze.

Unusually, he didn't argue back.

"You're right."

"Since this child is a member of our Dumbledore family."

"We must take care of him."

Aberforth looked at Blake and suddenly thought of his own son.

Unfortunately... he was no longer here.

"So... him..." Aberforth looked at his brother.

Dumbledore immediately understood what he meant.

"He is a good child, Aberforth."

"Very kind, and not much like that person."

"Even the Sorting Hat placed him in loyal and kind Hufflepuff."

Aberforth immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He was indeed worried that Blake might be a bad seed.

But hearing that the Sorting Hat placed him in Hufflepuff...

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He felt much more at ease.

"Blake Dumbledore..."

"Uncle Aberforth, my name at Hogwarts is Blake Grind."

Abufusi pursed his lips.

Why does Blake call himself Blake Green? The reason was just explained to him by Blake earlier.

However, this still made him feel uncomfortable.

In his opinion, Blake wanted to conceal his surname.

Why couldn't he be called Blake Dengbu?

Or should he be called Blake Lido?

What's your name, Green...

But now that the situation has already been set, he has no way to change this fact.

"Well... Blake Green, please don't become a bad influence, okay?" Abufusi said.

"I am a good person, Uncle Abufusi."

"Hmph... I don't think you're very honest. You slipped into Hogwarts in just one year," Abufusi said.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "He has his own reasons, Abufusi, and I know the reasons."

"What reasons could there be?"

"I can't tell you for now, Abufusi," Dumbledore said regretfully.

Abufusi grumbled discontentedly,

"Hmph... Is it another one of your plans? I knew it..."

"Alright, you two go on, I need some peace and quiet," he waved his hand, letting Dumbledore and Blake leave.

Today, he was indeed greatly shocked.

He really needed to sort things out properly...

Dumbledore and Blake stood up, ready to leave.

Suddenly, Blake said, "Uncle Abufusi, will you come to Godric's Hollow and celebrate Christmas with us this year?"

Abufusi looked at Blake unexpectedly.

"Hmph... I... I'll see how things go, because certain people might not be available. Isn't that right?" Abufusi heard Dumbledore's ambiguous words.

I didn't feel angry, but rather surprised.

Since he said so, it means that his brother will definitely come back for Christmas and celebrate with them.

This is something that the Dumbledore family hasn't had in many years.

Blake had just returned to the Hufflepuff common room when Hannah approached him.

"You... you didn't get expelled, did you?" she asked anxiously.

"No... but I lost twenty points and got a month of detention," Blake said miserably.

"Oh..." Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. "So, are you going to Professor Babbling for detention?"

Blake looked at Hannah in surprise. "How did you know?"

"They said... they said that after you received Professor Babbling's note, your eyes were shining..."

"They said that you, you big pervert, must have set your sights on the young and beautiful Professor Babbling. And now it seems like it's true..."

Hannah's gaze at Blake had turned into the gaze of someone looking at a pervert.

"You... you shouldn't listen to their nonsense, Hannah. How could I be a pervert? They're slandering me! I'm a good person!" Blake defended himself. "Do you think I'm a good person?"

"Yes," Hannah said.

Blake breathed a sigh of relief. "Then do you think I'm like a pervert?"

"Like," Hannah nodded decisively.

"Huh?" Blake was dumbfounded.

Hannah said seriously, "You... you made us all squeeze into your invisibility cloak just to take advantage... Don't think I'm stupid, I'm just quiet, and most of the time I'm very clever!"

Blake: ...

Suddenly, this sentence sounded familiar to him.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Blake knocked on Professor Babbling's office door on time.

The offices of the Hogwarts professors were actually connected to their living quarters. The outside was the office area, while the inner room was the living area.

When Blake stepped into Professor Babbling's office, he felt a creepy feeling.

It was different from the well-lit offices of the other professors. Professor Babbling's office was very dark.

It was even darker than Snape's underground dungeon. Only the fireplace emitted a little warmth.

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If Blake wasn't an ordinary wizard, he would have been scared and weak at the sight of this scene.

However, for some reason, Blake always felt comfortable in this environment. He even found Snape's gloomy underground dungeon quite cozy...

Can a person feel fear in a comfortable environment? Obviously not. Especially someone like Blake, who is bold and fearless.

... Seeking flowers ...

"Please have a seat." A pleasant female voice came from the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Blake walked over and happened to see Professor Babbling sitting on the side of the sofa, reading a book.

Professor Babbling looked younger and more beautiful than he had imagined. And... wealthy and generous!

"Young man, what are you daydreaming about? Come sit down."

Professor Babbling put down the book in her hand and smiled, patting the empty seat beside her.

"Um... alright, Professor Babbling." Blake didn't refuse and sat down next to Professor Babbling.

"I heard that you voluntarily requested to be confined here with me?" Professor Babbling looked at Blake with interest. Then she put aside her glass and replaced it with a teapot.

"Yes, Professor Babbling." Blake graciously accepted the teacup handed to him by Professor Babbling.

"Can you tell me why?" Professor Babbling asked.

"I love ancient Runes, Professor Babbling. But I'm only in my first year and haven't been able to take the Ancient Runes course yet.

"So... since I was destined to be confined this time, I applied to come here with you. Also, I am very grateful that you agreed to my request."

Blake said sincerely.

Even though Dumbledore helped him, allowing him to be confined with Professor Babbling, it still required Professor Babbling's agreement.

If Professor Babbling herself didn't agree, even Dumbledore couldn't force it.

But fortunately, Professor Babbling readily agreed to Blake's request.

"Why do you like ancient Runes so much?"

"I think your good friend, Miss Granger, must have told you about it.

"How boring my courses are..."

Blake shook his head, "I haven't taken your courses, so I can't judge."

"But ancient Runes... it's different from History of Magic! It's definitely not dull knowledge!"

"Just think about it, the effect you need a spell to achieve, can be achieved with a special ancient Rune.

"Isn't that a magical thing?"

Babuling smiled and said, "Just like the ancient Runic script you intentionally dropped in front of me on that piece of parchment, right?"

Blake pretended not to know and said, "A piece of parchment with ancient Runic script? Oh... I did lose one last time. But it wasn't intentional."

Babuling took out the piece of parchment and said, "Whether it was intentional or not... I have to say, this piece of parchment really caught my attention."

"To seal a powerful ancient Runic script so securely on a regular piece of parchment... how did you do it?" Babuling asked curiously.

In fact, she was well aware that the ancient Runic script had its own power. So she had thought about it before.

As long as the powerful ancient Runic script was sealed in a fixed place, once activated, it could be used. It seemed very convenient no matter how you thought about it.

However... symbols of this kind, which even required a magic spell to isolate their power when printed in textbooks, would immediately take effect once activated on materials like parchment.

The material on which the ancient Runic script was depicted would instantly deteriorate...

Even the most basic delay effect was absent, which was quite frustrating. Unless it was a metal like alchemical mithril, which had enough magical adaptability to withstand the entire process.

But if the ancient Runic script engraved on it was too powerful, even mithril with excellent magical adaptability would not be able to withstand it.

This was also the reason why some high-intensity alchemical tools would be damaged. And mithril was too precious.

It is not impossible to conveniently apply the ancient Runic script to daily life...

But because of cost issues, it is simply impossible to popularize. Because alchemical tools containing a large amount of mithril, not many people can afford to buy them...

"I found a clever solution, Professor Babbling. I use ink made from dragon blood to write ancient runes like Nifflish."

"When I write, I just need to seal the magic of the dragon blood."

"When I want to use it, I unseal the dragon blood, and the inherent magic of the dragon blood triggers the power of the ancient Nifflish runes."

"The dragon blood acts like a detonator in a bomb... and the ancient Nifflish runes represent the bomb that is to be triggered."

Professor Babbling's eyes suddenly lit up. Although she didn't quite understand the metaphor of the bomb behind Blake's words, she still understood what Blake meant.

The fundamental reason is that he didn't directly seal the ancient Nifflish runes themselves, but the ink used to write them!

Sometimes things are like this. When you keep considering one aspect and can't succeed, try thinking from a different perspective, and you may achieve unexpected results!

Babbling looked at Blake with a fiery gaze. This little guy was like Merlin sent specifically to help her solve the problem...

With him around, her years of effort would no longer be in vain! Excited, Babbling hugged Blake and said,

"I have a research project recently... Little guy, would you like to be my assistant?"

"Umm...," Blake struggled, unable to catch his breath!

Can't we have a proper conversation? What's the meaning of suddenly bringing up face wash? Seriously...