Chapter 66: Dihua Of All Members! There Must Be A Reason For Blake To Do This!

"So … …"

"You just cast an illumination spell."

"And then Professor Quirrell relapsed?"

In the principal's office.

Dumbledore asked in an uncertain tone.

"Yes.

Professor.

You can trust me.

"Because the students who were present at the time can testify for me."

Blake looked at Dumbledore with a firm gaze.

His expression was calm.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Okay, I got it."

He didn't intend to pursue this matter further.

Quirrell had a big problem to begin with.

Dumbledore thought.

Maybe it was because of Blake's illumination spell.

It triggered the aftereffects of Quirrell being possessed by Voldemort.

That was why Quirrell collapsed.

However, now was not the time to expose Quirrell!

"… What's with your illumination spell?"

Blake's illumination spell was too exaggerated.

The fluorescent light flashed. It could only make a little light at the tip of the wand.

It was like a small flashlight.

...

Blake's illumination spell was like a flash bomb.

At that time, the entire classroom was blinded by his "flash bomb."

And the amazing thing was.

After Madam Pomfrey's later examination.

The students' eyes were not damaged at all.

This was placed in any kind of strong light.

It was impossible.

"I'm sorry.

Professor, I don't know why my illumination spell is like this … … "

"At that time, Professor Quirrell said that he wanted to practice with me.

"Let me find a way to attack him."

"That's what I thought."

"I'm sure he'll be able to easily block my attacks."

"So I thought that maybe I could use the illumination spell to shake his eyes."

"And then launch an attack."

"I didn't expect that when I was anxious, I would …"

Dumbledore's expression was a little serious.

Because he realized.

Blake's magic sometimes seemed to be unstable.

This time the illumination spell.

Just like the explosion of the magic wand earlier.

Maybe it was caused by his magic riot at that moment.

Of course, this was Dumbledore's own guess.

He didn't know if this guess was right.

Dumbledore decided.

He would have to ask Grindelwald later.

Since he also cared about this child.

Furthermore, this child was born from one of his experiments.

In that case, he should know something!

"Alright.

Blake, you don't have to worry about this. "

"It's not your fault."

"In that case, your idea of using the Illumination Spell would have worked."

"But … you're just underestimating the power of your spell …"

"I'll try to figure out what's going on with your body.

Don't worry. "

Blake nodded.

He was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait …" Dumbledore suddenly called out to Blake.

Blake stopped.

He looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

Dumbledore stood up.

He came out from behind his desk.

"What happened this morning … I misunderstood you."

"I think I should apologize to you for saving the child.

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"… You can make a request of me."

"As long as I can do it."

Blake looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

To be honest.

He had almost forgotten about the misunderstanding in the morning.

It was just a small matter.

He didn't expect Dumbledore to be so serious.

However, Blake didn't refuse.

Since Dumbledore already said so.

If he didn't make a request.

Didn't that mean he wasn't willing to forgive him?

"Then … I'll make a request."

Dumbledore nodded.

He looked at him with a smile.

"I … I … I miss Briar."

Blake said in a serious tone.

"Blake … you can't raise a Briar in Hogwarts …"

"We've already discussed this issue before …"

Dumbledore said helplessly.

"Okay …" Blake said regretfully.

"But …" Dumbledore suddenly paused.

"Maybe you can treat Hagrid to a cup of tea.

"Okay!

Professor!

Thank you. "

Blake said in surprise.

After walking out of the headmaster's office.

Blake was in a good mood.

Today, not only did he get Voldemort and Quirrell, the resentful pair.

He got a gold chest and a diamond chest.

And he could even bring Briar over!

If Briar came over.

Then the experiment that was interrupted when school started.

He could continue!

The Druid's magic could grow plants.

It could also strengthen animals!

Big Bear was originally just an ordinary bear.

But when Blake was at home.

He would use the Druid's magic to strengthen it every day.

He just wanted to make Briar's body strong again.

To make up for the loss of its body in the circus.

But one day.

He suddenly realized.

As an ordinary bear, Briar.

It suddenly became extraordinary.

He was actually in its body.

He felt the magic in the body of a magical animal!

But it was still very weak.

So, Blake started the experiment.

That is … ….

If he continuously strengthened Briar.

Could Briar evolve into a magical animal?

If even Briar could evolve into a magical animal.

Then other magical animals.

Under the Druid's strengthening power.

Could their strength also undergo a qualitative leap?!

Blake felt that this was a very interesting experiment.

Once it succeeded.

Then the magical animals he tamed in the future would become extremely powerful.

Some powerful magical animals.

Perhaps, he might even be able to advance!

In the auditorium.

The little wizards were eating.

But their topic today.

They were all focused on the Defense Against Black Magic class in the morning.

Blake's exaggerated illumination spell.

It directly triggered Professor Quirrell's old problem.

The young adepts couldn't help but talk about this with great interest.

After all.

Hogwarts had been around for many years.

He had never seen a professor fail at the hands of a little first-year adept.

At Hufflepuff's long table.

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The first-year badgers were eating together.

"I didn't expect Blake to praise Professor Quirrell so much.

"Yeah … Back then, he was full of praise.

It's giving me goosebumps! "

"That's weird … Quirrell's lecture was a mess."

"Why does Blake praise him so much?"

"I don't understand."

The long table was silent for a moment.

Then.

Roger suddenly chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing because you don't understand Blake's purpose!"

Someone asked, "He praised Quirrell so much."

"What purpose can he have?

Does he want Quirrell to give Hufflepuff extra points? "

"Then … That's a big sacrifice."

Roger laughed, "Of course not!"

"Didn't you realize … After Blake started praising Quirrell, the rest of the class became interesting?"

"Hiss … That's right!"

"That's right!"

I almost fell asleep. "

But after Blake's praises. "

"For the first time, Professor Quirrell has thrown away his book. He's going to practice!"

"Yeah!

But it's a pity that Professor Quirrell failed. "

"Otherwise, we would really be able to learn something later … Oh right, didn't we learn a Disarm Curse?!"

"Wait … Wait!

I suddenly understand what you mean!

Roger! "

"You mean … Blake praised Professor Quirrell so much because he wanted to make the boring class more interesting?"

"For everyone to learn something real!"

"That means he did it for sure?!"

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

"That's right!

If not for Blake, we wouldn't have learned the Disarm Spell today! "

"I knew it!

Blake must have his reasons for doing this! "

"Really, I want to cry!

Blake is too good! "

"Then … what's with Quirrell?"

"Blake's Illumination Spell is ridiculous, but it shouldn't be enough to defeat Quirrell, right?"

"According to Madame Pomfrey's conjecture."

"It should be because he was in the Albanian forest."

"When I was tortured by that vampire and the old witch."

"The aftereffects."

"That's why I was hit by Blake's strong light."

"His illness immediately flared up."

"Really?"

"Of course!

"At that time, I went to the school hospital to have my eyes checked …"

"I heard Madame Pomfrey say it myself."

"Hiss … Then did you see Professor Quirrell take off his scarf?"

"Is that big scarf full of garlic?"

"The scarf has indeed been taken off."

"There's no garlic!"

"But I saw a big scar on the back of his head.

"It's as if it's been burned …"

"Ding!

Opening the Gold Treasure Chest! "

"Ding!

Congratulations to the host for obtaining a top-grade potioneering talent!]

The room that would grant all requests.

Blake sat alone in front of the cabin.

While resting, he opened the treasure chest.

"Well, the potioneering talent has been opened."

"The rewards for the talent category should be considered complete."

Blake nodded in satisfaction.

At least, he had the potioneering talent.

He didn't have to worry about the old bat making things difficult for him.

The old bat would make things difficult for any student except for Slytherin.

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Blake looked at the Diamond Treasure Chest.

He hesitated for a moment.

In the end, he decided not to open it for the time being.

Recently, he opened the treasure chest fiercely.

His skills and talents were almost all opened.

The reward of the Diamond Treasure Chest.

It seemed that he wasn't very eager for it now.

So Blake decided to store up a wave of treasure chests first.

The reward of the Supreme Treasure Chest.

There was only one ancient magic.

He always felt that his trump card was not enough.

Maybe it was time to seek another Supreme Treasure Chest.

If he wanted to directly drop the Supreme Treasure Chest.

That probability was still too low.

Directly synthesizing it was the safest.

But fortunately, the Supreme Treasure Chest only needed seven Diamond Treasure Chests to synthesize.

With his current speed of obtaining Treasure Chests.

...

He believed that it wouldn't take long.

He would get a Supreme Treasure Chest!

Blake thought of this.

He stood up directly.

Then he walked to a Devil's Web.

The Devil's Web was originally very aggressive.

In front of Blake.

But it was very docile.

Blake stretched out his palm.

The green Great Druid's magic slowly poured into the body of the Devil's Web.

With the input of the Great Druid's magic.

The note of the Devil's Web became more and more deep …

"You piece of trash!"

"No!

I beg you, please spare me! "

Quirrell's screams echoed in his office.

After returning from the school hospital.

Voldemort began to torture him as expected.

If it weren't for the soundproof magic in Quirrell's office.

Quirrell's screams could be heard throughout Hogwarts 2.9.

After a long time.

The screams in the office gradually subsided.

Only Quirrell's soft sobs were left.

"That boy!"

Voldemort's voice sounded at the back of Quirrell's head.

At this moment, at the back of his head.

Voldemort's face appeared on the scar that looked like a burn.

"Yes!

My master, I will definitely turn Harry Potter into a … "

"It's not Potter!

It's that … boy called Blake Green! "

"Yes, master.

What … what happened to him? "

"Idiot!

Didn't you feel his strange magic? "

"Yes … I felt it," Quirrell said timidly.

"I've never seen that kind of magic …"

"At his age, he can't learn any profound magic."

"So, this must be his innate talent."

"I'm very interested in this talent of his, Quirrell.

"Didn't you notice that after being hit by his strange magic, your body became better?"

"Strange Illumination Spell, and strange magic that can be attached to the Illumination Spell …"

"I will help master find out!"

"No … I want to do it myself …"

Quirrell's body trembled.

"What … You don't want to give up control of your body?

"No … I don't dare. Everything I have is yours, master …"

"When is the next Blake's Defense Against Black Magic class?"

"Master, Ah wants to teach the class himself?"

"I'm only interested in him!

As for your other classes, you can take them yourself! "

"Right, he seems to admire you a lot … Maybe you can …"