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Chapter 79-Parental Dispute(1)

February 15

'Why don't I apologize to that child properly?'

Dumbledore thought as he sat behind his desk.

He smiled awkwardly.

After the incident with Tom Riddle.

That had already caused him to be a little stressed out.

That was why he habitually thought of things in a bad direction.

That was why he subconsciously misunderstood Blake.

He thought that he had done something bad.

But he didn't expect that.

Not only did that child not do what he thought.

But he actually did a good deed.

He inspired most of the children in his entire house to be positive and motivated.

He even said something that touched the professor's heart.

Such a kind and smart child.

And he actually suspected that he had done something bad?

This.

"Sigh, I'm really getting worse and worse. I should have apologized to him on the spot."

Dumbledore shook his head.

He had been carefree all his life.

Why was he making a mistake for a mere face now?

Then, Dumbledore began to think.

How could he make it up to that child?

Although that child didn't say it.

But he knew.

It didn't feel good to be wronged.

He had to quickly get rid of this bad influence!

Otherwise, what if this child refused to do good deeds in the future?

Just as Dumbledore was about to get up.

He went to find Blake to apologize seriously.

An owl suddenly flew in from the window.

It dropped a red letter.

It then turned around and flew away.

When Dumbledore saw the letter.

His face froze slightly.

"A howler letter?"

He hadn't received a howler letter for a long time.

Dumbledore thought for a moment.

He realized that he hadn't done anything particularly controversial recently.

Who would send him a howler letter?

Dumbledore decided to listen.

But …

Of course, he couldn't let the sound of the letter spread.

Dumbledore waved his magic wand.

A big bubble appeared in the air.

The bubble flew over.

It enveloped the howling letter that was about to explode.

Then, Dumbledore waved his magic wand.

He let the envelope open.

"Ga la la la."

The envelope automatically transformed into the shape of a mouth.

It began to roar.

However, under Dumbledore's spell.

The sound of the roar letter was about the same as an ordinary person's voice...

But

After hearing the sound of the roaring letter.

Dumbledore's face froze.

Because … …

"Dumbledore, you old fool!"

"That kid Blake clearly did a good deed for Hufflepuff."

"But you suspected him of doing bad things?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have given you the clue about Blake's background!"

"You can't even take good care of Blake!"

"Think about it. Even his basic necessities are being taken care of by my house elf!"

"What did you do?!"

"He even cooks for you in your house!

"Is this what you meant by taking care of him?"

"Also! "

"When going to take the Hogwarts Express train."

"He actually went to the station alone!"

"Don't you know how to send him off personally?"

"Yes!

I know you're the principal!

And you are very busy! "

"But!

Do you have to be so busy that you don't even have time to send a child to the train? "

"With your level, you can send him to the train and then use Phantom Translocation to return to your school."

"How much time would it take you?"

"You don't know?

Even

The house elves reported to me. "

"When Blake was watching other people on the train being sent off by their parents."

"How he had an envious expression on his face!"

"If he hadn't met a few good friends before entering the school."

"At that moment, he would have been very depressed!"

The roaring letter scolded Dumbledore for more than ten minutes!

However …

The reason why Dumbledore's face became very bad.

It wasn't because the roaring letter scolded him.

It was because …

The person who sent the message to him.

It was actually Grindelwald!

The Grindelwald who was locked up in Newmungaard!

It was fine if it was Grindelwald.

After all, Dumbledore had long known that he actually was connected on the outside.

But since Grindelwald didn't come out himself …

It could be considered as fulfilling his end of the bargain.

Then sending a letter was within his tolerance.

But

This had just happened on his side.

How did he find out immediately?

He even sent him a Howler letter that lasted for more than ten minutes?!

This meant that …

It had just happened.

Even Dumbledore hadn't returned to the office yet.

He had already started recording the Howler letter!

This proved one point.

That Grindelwald had been secretly watching this child all this time!

But how?!

Why was he so concerned about this child?!

Although this was indeed his bloodline.

But Dumbledore didn't believe it, given Blake's personality.

He would not do this for a child he had never met.

So much effort!

Or could it be that this guy still hadn't given up?

Could it be that he still had the evil intention of turning this child into a sharp sword in his hands?!

The more Dumbledore thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Grindelwald was very good at instigating.

What if Blake, that child, was led into a ditch by him in a daze …

The more Dumbledore thought about it, the more serious the situation became.

He suddenly stood up.

"Beck!

Come out! "

The headmaster's office was silent.

Only the portraits of the headmasters on the wall were looking at Dumbledore in surprise.

Dumbledore took a deep breath.

He tried to speak as calmly as possible.

"Beck, I know you're at Hogwarts. Come out.

"I have a message for you to pass on to your old master."

"Pa!"

The house elf, Beck, appeared in front of Dumbledore timidly.

Because he also recognized Blake as his master.

In other words.

Dumbledore, who had the same bloodline as Blake.

Could also be considered his master.

Since he was at Hogwarts.

Facing Dumbledore's summons.

He couldn't refuse.

Dumbledore looked at the elf in front of him.

Naturally, he knew about it now.

Grindelwald knew the news so quickly.

It must be this little thing who reported it.

"Help me relay these words to Grindelwald word for word …"

"Stay out of Blake's matters!"

"I can tolerate you paying attention to that child's growth through the house elf!"

"I can also tolerate you writing to me and giving me advice."

"Because … … I admit that you were right in your Howler letter … … I did do something wrong … …"

"But!

I absolutely can't tolerate you directly interfering with that child's education! "

"Between you and him, you can only communicate through me!

You can't touch that child yourself! "

Dumbledore straightened his body.

"Beck, am I clear?"

"Yes …" Baker nodded.

"Then go, don't miss a word."

"Yes … Yes."

Newmungaard.

Grindelwald angrily threw the notebook in his hand.

"Bastard!"

"You, Dumbledore, are taking care of the child?!"

"Can you manage it?"

"You can't!"

"You don't have that ability, you know that?!"

Chapter 80-Parental Dispute(2)

February 16

At this moment.

Blake obviously didn't know.

Because of him.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald started fighting again.

The current him.

Was holding a textbook.

Together with his two roommates.

They walked towards the Defense Against Black Magic classroom.

Dabao quietly poked his head out of his pocket.

The pocket created by the Levitating Cloak also came with the Traceless Stretch Spell.

It could fit the dog completely.

When Blake arrived at the classroom,

Many people were already seated in the classroom.

Hermione was sitting in a chair on the third row.

She was seriously studying the Defense Against Black Magic textbook.

At this time, Wayne and Roger also discovered Hermione.

"Bro," said Roger suddenly.

This time, do you want to continue 'comforting' that girl? "

"Nonsense!

Blake will definitely go. Didn't you see that there's still no one sitting beside that girl? "

"This proves that Boss's' consolation 'didn't work!"

"That girl still hasn't made any friends!"

"Our boss is a partner of justice."

"Of course, I won't sit by and watch!"

"Boss!

Come on!

We will support you! "

After Wayne finished saying a bunch of nonsense.

He pulled Roger and ran away.

"What the f * ck?"

Blake wanted to cry but he had no tears.

But this nonsense was made up by him last night.

He could only blame himself.

But …

For Blake, whose skin was as thick as a city wall.

It was fine to sit directly next to Hermione.

"Good morning!

Hermione."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"I didn't see you in the auditorium this morning."

Hermione raised her head and glanced at Blake angrily.

"Excuse me, what time did you get up?"

"Uhm … 8: 30 … You didn't get up early to prepare the textbook, did you?"

Hermione said, "Of course!

I have to prepare first. Otherwise, what if I don't understand what the professor says later? "

"I don't think you need to prepare … because Professor Quirrell will teach it to you again later."

Quirrell's teaching style was very simple.

As a Defense Against Black Magic professor.

He would not demonstrate if he could.

He would just stutter and read the textbook.

He would also only talk about the vampire story he made up.

And always try his best to clear his suspicion.

Then he would persist until the class was over.

He would have then completed his mission.

He could even not bring his wand to his class.

"How do you know?

You haven't taken Professor Quirrell's class before.

"Because someone took it yesterday and I heard it from them.

"Huh?" Hermione suddenly saw Dabao in Blake's pocket.

"What's this?"

Dabao's cute appearance was very cute and touching.

Sure enough, Hermione immediately took it.

"Oh … This … This is my pet, Dabao."

Blake said.

He took Dabao out of his pocket.

"So … So cute!

Can I touch it? "

"Of course!"

Dabao sat up.

He pointed at Hermione and gestured.

"Squeak squeak squeak!

(What kind of person are you?

You want to touch me too?!) "

Blake raised his hand.

He pressed it on Dabao's body.

"Massage skill!"

[The real skill is called in Love horse chicken kill: it is an Internet slang term in Chinese that phonetically sounds like the English word "massage." In this context, the term "horse kill chicken" is used to represent the word "massage" in a humorous or playful way.

]

"Squeak ~ (OWO)"

Dabao cried over Blake's Action.

He was so happy that his small eyes rolled back.

He fell on the table and couldn't resist anymore.

"Wow!

It's so cute!

I touched it. It seems very comfortable with me! "

As for Blake's movements.

Hermione hadn't noticed it.

At this moment, Dabao was so happy that he felt weak all over.

Dabao allowed Hermione to do whatever he wanted.

Naturally, he couldn't object anymore.

At this moment.

The cute Dabao attracted all the attention of the girls in the classroom.

After all, this thing was indeed very cute.

When he saw the girls surrounding him,

A tear slowly flowed down from the corner of Dabao's eye.

"Squeak ~ (Boss, you're not human!

You're not human!

This is how I should be treated!) "

Blake patted Dabao's head.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Then, he quietly stuffed a gold coin into its paw.

Dabao touched the gold coin.

He sat up in a flash.

With an excited face, he stuffed the gold coin into his small pocket.

"Squeak squeak squeak!

(Can't you just give me money next time?) "

Dabao, who had received the money, changed from its dead fish-like state.

It began to act cute crazily on the table …

"Wow!

It's so smart! "

"Ah, it's so furry. It's so soft!"

Wayne looked at the girls surrounding him with envy and jealousy.

"Roger, you said I should buy a dog now.

Is it too late? "

"What?

Do you still want your pants to be buttonless?! "

"An … quiet … I … we're … going to … start class."

Professor Quirrell said timidly.

It came from outside the door.

He looked at everyone and forced a smile.

He looked timid.

When they saw the professor coming,

The girls quickly returned to their seats.

However, Hannah moved her textbook over.

Sitting on the right side of Hermione.

"This … … Sir, please … … please keep your pet away."

Quirrell stuttered as he looked at Blake.

"I'm sorry, professor."

Blake grabbed Dabao.

He stuffed it into the drawer.

"Creak creak creak!"

"Massage skill!"

"Squeak ~ (It feels so good …)"

Then, Dabao couldn't take it anymore.

Lying quietly in the drawer.

However, Hermione and Hannah would secretly pet it from time to time.

Dabao, who was doing business for money, didn't resist at all.

"Ahem … … I … … Let's start … today's Black … Defense Against Black Magic class …."

"Let's … take attendance first …"

Blake secretly gave Quirrell a thumbs up.

Brilliant!

Based on the speed at which he stuttered and spoke.

If they were to call the names of all the little wizards in the classroom.

Then, one-third of the class would be cut off!

After taking attendance with great difficulty.

Quirrell finally began his lecture.

Hermione was very serious at first.

Holding a quill, she was ready to take notes at any time.

She was also ready to raise her hand to answer questions.

But

After a while, she was disappointed.

It was the same as what Blake said.

Quirrell really began to stutter as he read the textbook …

The disappointed Hermione could only put down the quill.

She reached into the drawer.

She continued to pet Dabao.

She would rather play with Dabao than listen to him read the textbook.

Reading the textbook without any explanation.

Plus, Professor Quirrell's strong garlic smell.

Everyone in the classroom was in a state of dizziness.

After a long time.

Quirrell finally finished reading today's textbook.

There was still one-third of the time left …

Blake couldn't help but want to applaud him.

This time control.

Amazing …

"Next … In order to explain … Black Magic … The danger of living things …"

"Let me tell everyone … a story … that I personally … experienced …"

"At that time, I went to Africa … A prince there … was deeply troubled by zombies …"

"I …"

Based on his narration speed.

After the class.

He might not even be able to finish the whole story!

As expected of you!

But ….

How could Blake let him do as he wished?

Blake suddenly raised her hand.

"This … … this student, do you … … do you have any questions?"

Blake asked with a look of admiration on her face.

"Professor Quirrell!

You can actually defeat zombies?

That's amazing! "

"Can you tell me, how did you defeat the zombies?"

Chapter 81-Quirrell: Ouch! What Are You Doing... Hey!(1)

February 18

"Uh … … I … … I .... uhm … …"

Quirrell obviously didn't expect that,

Someone would ask him the key to the story directly.

In fact …

He hadn't finished making it up yet.

After all, according to his speculation.

Before he talked about how to defeat the zombies.

The bell would have rung after class.

There was no need to make it up.

But

This student didn't talk about martial arts ethics.

He asked directly!

The careless Quirrell didn't want to dodge.

He had to make it up on the spot.

But … in a hurry.

He couldn't make it up.

So, he stuttered for a long time.

He had to be vague.

He wanted to muddle through.

"Well … … in fact … … the strong … … sunlight is the best weapon against … against the zombies … …"

"Oh … … the weather today is very good, the sun is very warm … …"

Quirrell reluctantly tried to change the topic to the weather.

But … …

Blake didn't pay attention to his reluctance to change the topic.

Instead, he continued to look at Quirrell with admiration.

"I heard that the professor had excellent grades when you were in school."

"Not long after graduation, you were rehired as a professor of defence against dark magic!"

"You are my role model!"

"Oh … … is … … is that so … no … you … … you are exaggerating."

Quirrell couldn't deal with Blake anymore.

Hermione looked at Blake suspiciously.

She didn't understand what this guy was up to.

The level of this guy's lecture.

Everyone knew that he wasn't good.

She didn't understand why Blake would say such mushy words with admiration.

Blake ignored Hermione's rolling eyes.

He continued to speak.

"It turns out that you are really excellent, professor."

"I heard from many seniors that over the years, there have been people who applied for the position of professor of defence against dark magic right after graduation."

"However, those who thought they were extremely talented were all rejected!"

"Only you were rehired!

Isn't that enough to prove your excellence? "

"I think you are better than those who applied for this position before!"

Blake's voice had just faded.

Quirrell was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.

You can't just say that!

What do you mean?

What are you hinting at?

Are you trying to harm me?!

Back then, after Voldemort graduated.

Thus, he applied for the position of Defensive Black Magic Professor.

Later, the principal at the time, Armando Dippet, accepted Dumbledore's suggestion.

He rejected Voldemort at that time.

He said he was still too young.

He wanted him to first gain some experience before applying …

Now, Blake directly said that he was better than the people who had applied for this position as soon as they graduated.

Didn't they just say that Quirrell was better than Voldemort?

Quirrell's body went numb.

This little child was spouting nonsense.

On the surface, it looked like he was praising himself.

But in reality, he was roasting himself on the fire!

Voldemort was attached to the back of Quirrell's head.

So how was Voldemort feeling?

Quirrell could feel it clearly.

And just now …

He clearly felt a surge of anger rushing to the top of his head.

It was not his own anger, of course.

As for who it belonged to …

Wasn't that obvious?

"No no no!

I used to be a Muggle Studies professor. "

"I only started teaching defensive dark magic this year!"

"I wasn't hired as a defensive dark magic professor as soon as I graduated!"

Quirrell was so scared that he couldn't even stutter.

This scene could be called a medical miracle!

"So I'm completely incomparable to those who have the confidence to apply for a professorship as soon as they graduate."

"Yes!

Far from it! "

After Quirrell said this.

Sure enough, Voldemort's mood calmed down a little.

However, after he went back.

A round of torture was inevitable.

At least it wasn't that serious.

Blake smiled slightly.

He accepted a silver treasure chest that was generated due to fear.

After another gold treasure chest that was generated due to anger.

He continued to deal damage.

"But … Professor Quirrell."

"Didn't you apply for a teaching position as soon as you graduated?"

"Although you started as a Muggle Studies professor."

"But … the application was successful!"

"And Principal Dumbledore asked you to change your teaching position from Muggle Studies to Defensive Dark Magic Professor."

"Doesn't this mean that your excellence has been recognized by Professor Dumbledore?"

"This is much better than those who were rejected as soon as they applied, right?"

As soon as Blake finished speaking.

Quirrell could only feel the back of his head.

The anger that had been suppressed for the time being surged up again!

'Ouch!

What are you doing? Ouch! '

Quirrell was going crazy.

He racked his brains.

It took him a lot of effort to calm Voldemort's anger.

'This guy only said a few words.

He provoked Voldemort's anger again!

Tell me, why did you provoke him?

You made him angry.

As soon as you finished class, you could just leave.

What about me?

When the time comes, I'll be suppressed by him.

Isn't it still me?

You bastard!"

Quirrell hated Blake, that little bastard, to the core.

He saw Blake's expression of admiration.

He wanted to give him two slaps.

And sew his mouth shut!

But he still had to force a smile to face Blake's question.

It couldn't be helped.

He was obviously praising him!

What would you do if he praised you?!

"Thank … thank you for your compliment."

"But … but I really can't afford it …"

Quirrell was on the verge of tears.

The person at the back of Quirrell's head was really angry.

He felt that the back of his head was burning.

Quirrell felt that the back of his head was about to catch fire!

[Ding!

Extremely angry emotions have been detected. ]

[Ding!

Congratulations to the host for obtaining a diamond treasure chest! ]

Blake was overjoyed.

'As expected of you, Voldemort!'

'The drop rate is really high!'

'A gold treasure chest at once.'

'And a diamond treasure chest!'

'As for the few silver treasure chests that Quirrell dropped …'

'Those are all just bonuses!'

"No, you can afford it!"

"No!

I can't afford it … "

Quirrell glanced at the time helplessly.

'Because it's a long class.'

'So there's still 40 minutes before class ends …'

"How … how am I going to spend these 40 minutes …"

Quirrell was about to go crazy.

"Blake, that's enough. Let's go back to the previous story …"

Quirrell had no choice.

He had to be tough, which was rare.

He forcefully pulled the topic back.

Blake smiled slightly.

He didn't continue to pester him.

'A gold treasure chest and a diamond treasure chest.'

'It's about time.'

'I should stop while I'm ahead.'

'There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, right?'

Quirrell saw that Blake had finally shut up.

He heaved a huge sigh of relief in his heart.

'Finally …'

'It's over.'

'Although after class.'

'I'm sure I'll be punished by my master.'

'At least I don't have to suffer anymore.'

'Voldemort' was at the back of his head.

'So his emotions fluctuated too much.'

'It'll give him a splitting headache.'

Just as Quirrell was about to continue his boring story …

A hoarse voice appeared in his mind.

'Give me control of the body …'

'Master … what are you going to do?'

'Give it to me!'

'You can't be impulsive!

This is Hogwarts. '

'Dumbledore, that old guy, has always been here!'

'I know what to do!

Give me control of your body! '

'Voldemort's request was irrefutable.'

So.

In everyone's eyes.

Quirrell, who was telling a boring story, suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head.

Then he raised it again.

Chapter 82-Quirrell: Ouch! What Are You Doing... Hey!(2)

February 18

The little wizards in the classroom suddenly had ominous feelings.

'Professor Quirrell.'

'His temperament seems to be different!'

Blake's eyes lit up.

'Good heavens, this must be Voldemort!'

'Quirrell's temperament? It has definitely changed'

'Quirrell' took a deep look at Blake.

Then he suddenly laughed.

"Those tedious stories have always told.

It's still too boring! "

"If that's the case!

"Then let's give it a little demonstration."

Quirrell had prepared the writing on the blackboard and the accompanying pictures.

Then, they all disappeared into thin air.

At the same time, the huge podium was also moved to the other side.

"Of course"

"Let's start the demonstration."

"When you met the Dark Sorcerers outside," 'Quirell' started.

"How are you going to face them?

"I'm going to invite one of you up here.

"Then we can demonstrate."

'Quirrell' finished.

His eyes fell on Blake's face.

Blake felt a hint of danger in his eyes.

'But …'

'Danger?'

'I don't believe that you, Tom, dare to touch me in Dumbledore's hall!

'Even if you dare to touch me …

'Then my wand might be … hard!'

Then.

Blake purposely put on a pleasantly surprised expression.

Then, he raised his hand high in the air.

"Professor!

Let me do it! "

Blake's performance.

He was a complete fan of Quirrell.

'Quirrell's' lips flashed a cruel smile.

"Then come up here!

"You're … Blake Green, right?"

"Yes!

Professor Quirrell!

"Come up here!"

Blake couldn't wait to run up.

At this moment.

Some students were originally sleepy.

Then because Blake was wildly admiring Quirrell's behavior.

And the little wizards who had goosebumps all over their bodies.

Their spirits and interest were finally piqued.

After all, this was a demonstration of actual combat!

It was much more interesting than the boring storytelling just now!

At this moment, no one cared why Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering.

"Then … take out your wand, child."

'Quirrell' stood in front of Blake with his wand in two fingers.

Blake glanced at 'Quirrell's' wand gesture.

'Damn, his posture is so arrogant, so awesome.

'And you say you're not ... Tom?'

"Okay!"

Blake didn't dare to be careless.

He directly took out his custom wand.

The custom wand at this time.

It had long been disguised by Blake to look like a mithril wand.

So it looked long and thick.

It was like a small iron rod.

'Quirrell' saw Blake's wand.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Then … Now, let's say you're a Dark Wizard."

"You're preparing to attack me … Come, use the spell you're best at to attack me."

"Then I'll show you how to deal with it."

When Blake heard this.

How could he not understand?

This guy wanted to teach him a small lesson!

As long as he attacked him.

Then when he counterattacked.

With a little trick.

He could make him suffer a big loss!

Although he might not dare to kill him.

But he would definitely have to suffer for a long time!

Tsk, why was this Tom so petty?

Could it be that he had been in this state for too long?

So he was getting crazier and crazier?

Very likely.

He had lost this bit of shrewdness.

He was far worse than when he first started his business.

But it was understandable as the plot of the book involved him in a dispute with a child.

'Tsk.'

'He couldn't even find some his age.'

"Professor."

"I don't know how to attack spells."

"I haven't learned it yet."

Blake pretended to be ashamed.

Under the podium.

Hermione's mind was full of question marks.

Blake didn't know how to use attack spells?

Then how did he defeat the hidden monster back then?

This guy had been very strange since just now.

What was he trying to do?!

"It's okay!

I'll teach you one now! "

"Everyone can also learn from me."

"This is one of the most common spells in dark magic defence."

"Everyone, listen to me and recite the spell."

"Remove your wands!"

Then.

Just under Blake's influence.

Harry Potter actually became his old enemy.

After learning the incantation of this predestined spell …

"Okay, are you ready?"

"Then come on!"

Blake sighed softly in his heart.

Actually, he didn't quite understand.

Why was Voldemort so impatient this time?

According to the original work.

He had been lying low until the last moment.

Why this time?

After being teased by him casually.

Why did he have to teach him a lesson?

Was he not afraid of being exposed?

Just now, he said that he didn't know how to cast a spell.

He just wanted to see if Voldemort would get impatient.

Then, he would give up on his impulsive behaviour.

Obviously.

He seemed to have muttered about Voldemort's madness.

There was also a degree of vengeance.

"Come on, attack me!"

'Quirrell' stood where he was, calm and unruffled.

Blake held his wand.

He didn't dare to be careless.

Since that was the case …

"Fluorescent Flicker!"

Blake's spell of illumination was thanks to Gandalf's magic board.

Therefore, the bonus was 100 million points.

Other people's flashing fluorescent lights could at most be used as a small flashlight.

And his fluorescent light flickered …

It was like a flash bomb!

"Wow!

My eyes! "

Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.

'Quirrell' was shocked.

On the one hand, he was shocked by Blake's abnormal illumination spell.

On the other hand, it was unexpected!

He thought that Blake would use the Disarm Charm.

But

It was a flashbang.

'Quirrell' raised his hand and cast an Iron Armor Spell.

There was no other way.

After all, this was Quirrell's useless body.

Voldemort used less than one-tenth of his magic power.

After his vision was temporarily deprived.

He had to put down the protective shield first.

In this way.

Even if he couldn't see anything.

Blake's Disarm Charm couldn't hit him.

'Quirrell's' body suddenly stiffened.

Then.

The real Quirrell suddenly felt that he had regained control of his body.

...

He immediately felt a sense of shameful pleasure …

And it was a very, very pleasurable kind …

"Ugh!"

Without Voldemort's control, Quirrell.

He immediately lay on the ground …

It was very pleasurable. …

Blake smiled and looked at Quirrell on the ground.

The magical version of the Massage skill.

Any spell.

It could be triggered!

Of course, that included the illumination spell!

As long as you were hit by my holy light.

Then you would be hit by my Massage skill!

Of course, this was about the transmission of magic power.

As long as others blocked it with the Iron Armor Spell in advance.

Then even if they were hit by his illumination spell.

They wouldn't be hit.

However.

Voldemort was careless.

The Iron Armor Spell was only used later.

This led to him being directly ambushed by Blake!

Of course, this was also because there was no such outrageous skill in this world.

That was why Blake was able to succeed so easily.

But this skill could help one choose the target.

So the others in the classroom were fine.

Blake saw that the people in the classroom were still covering their eyes.

And so … ….

"Oh no!

Professor Quirrell's old illness has relapsed! "

Quirrell, who was lying on the ground.

"You f * cking … bastard."