Strong Snape! Really Fragrant...(1)

[Ding! Shock and disbelief detected!]

[Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a silver treasure chest!]

Snape looked at Blake in shock.

"Dumbledore is willing to send you out as..."

He glanced at Filch.

Filch understood right away.

He put down the teapot in his hand and then left the faculty lounge.

"Yes, of course, he is willing to." Blake laughed

"You have been with him for a long time, so you should know what kind of person he is."

"If a person's death is of great benefit to the overall situation, then he will let that person die without hesitation."

"Even if that person is himself!"

Snape was silent, he found that Dumbledore was... really such a person?

After a while, Snape said, "So, you approached Quirrell on purpose..."

When Blake said that, he understood right away.

The so-called undercover work that Blake talked about.

It must be at Quirrell's.

After all, Quirrell had a problem, and Dumbledore knew it.

But Blake was Dumbledore's adopted son.

He was really close to him.

This is very abnormal.

That's what Quirrell and Voldemort would think Blake approached them because he was tempted by black magic...

"So..... have you found anything?" Snape asked.

In fact, he'd been looking into Quirrell for months.

But the guy was wary of him the whole time.

All he could do was monitor from a distance.

No more than just grab him by the collar and threaten him with a few words...

Moreover, apart from knowing his purpose, Dumbledore was on the fourth floor.

There was no other information.

So, Blake the guy who was able to get close to Quirrell.

He would definitely be able to grasp a lot of things that you don't know!

"Get your wounds healed first," Blake said, "I see... you're not afraid to hurt yourself to death."

"Humph..." Snape gritted his teeth and pulled up his robes.

He exposed his bloody calf.

Blake took a look.

"Hmm...these are the tooth marks of the three-headed dog Fluffy."

"Thank you for being able to endure until now."

Snape frowned, "Dumbledore even told you what the Beast is?"

"No, but your wound did, judging from its shape and size."

"They are only caused by magical beasts of the canine family."

"Such a large and poisonous canine magical animal."

"I just thought of the three-headed dog Fluffy."

Blake uncapped the glass vial as he spoke.

"Don't be surprised, I'm a Hufflepuff, and I'm the most familiar with Fantastic Beasts."

Snape snorted again as if expressing his disbelief.

Blake took the glass bottle and started pouring the Phoenix Tears down.

When Snape saw it, the corners of his mouth twitched in anger!

"One drop is enough! Don't..."

"Wow!"

Blake downed half the bottle in one go.

Snape almost vomited blood at Blake's prodigal behaviour.

Phoenix tears were very precious.

Although Dumbledore and Blake both had phoenixes.

Those types of beasts didn't shed tears casually.

Even when Snape wanted to refine potions and needed Phoenix tears,

Dumbledore could only offer him a drop or two...

But Blake was so wasteful.

He just poured half a bottle!

Snape's angry expression had not dissipated.

The muscles on the face became twisted again.

This time he was in pain because it hurts...

Phoenix Tears were indeed very effective.

After falling on Snape's injured leg.

Immediately there was a "tear, tear, tear" sound.

It was like throwing raw meat into a hot pan.

Wisps of black smoke rose.

It was the curse and the toxin dissipating in the wound

Afterwards, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the wound healed.

But Snape's heart still ached.

As a master of potions.

He could tell at a glance.

The phoenix tears used just now.

How many doses of expensive potions could be brewed...

Blake saw Snape looking anxiously at the bottle in his hand.

Then he showed his signature smile again.

"You want it?"

"If you want it..."

"You can tell me so I can know what you want."

"How do I know what you want if you don't tell me?"

"If you keep silent and play cold, how will I know what you want?"

"Say it out loud!"

Snape was once again pissed off by Blake's rambunctious words, and provided a silver treasure chest.

Although he really wanted this half bottle of Phoenix Tears.

But his dignity couldn't allow him to bow to Blake.

'It is nothing more than a phoenix's tears... I, Snape, stand firm...'

'I'd rather die right there! Or even jump off the castle! before doing that...'

"I'm going to…" Snape begun.

Blake froze for a moment, then smiled and handed Snape half a bottle of Phoenix Tears.

Snape stuffed the bottle into his pocket silently.

The originally pale face turned a little more bloody...

He didn't want it.

But...

Snape was a big dog....

He didn't fight the autumn wind for nothing!

And, he had been spying on Quirrell for months!

'Dumbledore and Blake, do you know how hard it is!?'

Not only did Dumbledore not even show it at all!

He also indulged his adopted son to gather crowds to bully him...

'Wasn't I Snape wronged?'

'This half bottle of precious phoenix tears is the compensation I deserve!'

'It is really fragrant...'

It had to be said that Snape's style had been unknowingly distorted by someone.

After Snape put away the Phoenix Tears, he continued with the question just now.

"Have you learned anything from being around Quirrell for so long?" Snape asked quietly.

"Yeah... they're trying to use black magic to win me over," Blake said.

"They? You mean... that Dark Lord knows about you too?" Snape asked suspiciously.

"Of course, he knows about me. Don't you know? Voldemort has been possessing Quirrell the whole time."

"How could he not know me? It's Voldemort's intention to win me over."

When Snape heard this, it was like "Boom!"

There was a thunder in his mind.

"You're saying that... the Dark Lord... was on Quirrell's body all this time?" Snape's voice was shaking.

"Yeah. Occasionally he'll directly manipulate Quirrell's body for a couple of lessons."

[Ding! An extremely frightened emotion was detected!]

[Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!]

Snape was filled with dread. He had threatened Quirrell more than once...

If he had known that the Dark Lord was on him earlier... wouldn't that mean that all his actions were seen by the Dark Lord?

Poor Snape had always thought Quirrell was just following orders.

He assumed that the Dark Lord was remotely controlling Quirrell

somehow.

He really didn't expect that the Dark Lord was on Quirrell's body!

"You...how did you know?" Snape regained his composure.

"The Dark Lord is so cautious, he can't tell you this."

Blake said, "...he was taking the opportunity to teach me duelling techniques. He was deliberately leading me to an interest in the dark arts."

"And all of this was done by him directly manipulating Quirrell's body. He thought I was an ignorant child. I didn't know anything."

"But for me...whether he changed the soul controlling the body, I can see clearly."

Snape nodded involuntarily, remembering Blake's keen observation skills.

He approved of Blake's observation ability.

"He wants to lure you into his side...just like he lured Barty Jr."

Snape was a former Death Eater as he deserved. He knows his ex-master very well.

"Does Dumbledore know this? About the fact that the Dark Lord is on Quirrell?" Snape asked.