Dumbledore: Next Time You Come To Me To Seek Personal Gain, Can You Come When There Is No One?(2)

"Then... show me."

Blake was still hesitating.

"It's okay, a little wizard like you can only release a small flame at the beginning."

"Because your magic power is not enough to make this bit of Fiendfire bigger."

"So... cast it with confidence, I will guide you by the side."

"And teach you how to properly control this Fiendfyre."

Voldemort said confidently.

Blake hesitated, "Really? Can you really help me?"

"Don't worry, I will help you. No one knows more about the Dark Arts than I do." Voldemort said into Quirrell's face.

Blake twitched his lips secretly,

'This guy is not trying to hide it...'

"So... I'm going to start."

"Well, show it." Voldemort held his wand between the index and middle fingers of his right hand and looked at Blake with interest.

In fact, Blake did not use the aftermath spell.

After all, if he wanted to use fire, he would usually use Gubraithian Immortal Fire directly.

So, while he fully memorized the casting spells and gestures in Quirrell's travelogue...

But actually releasing the FiendFyre Curse, this is the first time he would be actually doing it.

At least that was what he wanted it to look like.

He murmured a spell softly, then held the wand, and began to wave the wand according to the trajectory recorded in the travel notes.

Voldemort nodded, with such an unskilled movement, it seemed that he had never used the Fiendfyre Curse.

However, although his movements were unskilled, he did not make mistakes!

This was exactly what Voldemort appreciated about Blake!

His talent in the dark arts was indeed frighteningly high!

"Okay... cast the magic power slowly..." Voldemort guided from the side.

"Then, when the little flame appears, remember to say the manipulative spell..."

However, Voldemort's words were not finished yet.

"Boom!"

A huge mass of flames rushed towards Voldemort's face, covering the sky and covering his face!

A ferocious skull seemed to flash through the huge flames!

"Ugh! Not good!" Voldemort was taken aback!

Fortunately, though, he was holding his wand the whole time.

He raised his wand, and there was a great cloud of Fiendfyre in the air!

Voldemort looked at Blake angrily.

Then he saw the terrified look on Blake's face.

'He did not do it on purpose, did he?'

Suspicious, Voldemort flicked his sleeves.

The ball of Fiendfyre in front of him immediately dissipated into nothingness!

He really wasn't talking big.

His attainments in the dark arts are indeed unparalleled in the world...

At this time, although Blake had a terrified look on his face.

But now his heart is full of joy!

Because of the system prompt, Voldemort was scared and gave him a golden treasure chest just now!

Voldemort said with a livid face, "You almost burned me to death just now..."

Blake looked bewildered.

"Sorry... are you okay? I... I don't know why it's so hot..."

"I thought it would be the little flame you mentioned before."

Voldemort also came back to his senses at this time.

"Hiss..."

Generally speaking, when an eleven-year-old little wizard uses the Fiendfyre Curse for the first time, because the magic power is weak, he may not even be able to use it.

Even for some talented little wizards who could use the spell, at most, they would use a small flame.

As long as this little flame was not allowed to burn anything, the harm was minimal.

But when it came to Blake...

At his age too...

It was his first time to use the Fiendfyre Curse, and he could actually summon a room fire of that size?!

'Doesn't this mean that his magic power was way stronger than his peers?'

'No! It is much stronger than even ordinary adult wizards!'

'And he is only eleven years old! If he grows up in the future...'

Voldemort turned from anger to joy!

'Genius! This is a black magic genius!'

That old fool Dumbledore actually sent a black magic genius to his camp!

Once he successfully brainwashed the boy,

Then there will be one more strong wizard under his hand

And a better servant than Barty Jr.!

[Ding! Extremely excited emotions detected!]

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

Blake looked down in guilt.

But he was actually doing expression management.

Otherwise, he was worried that he would not be able to help laughing out loud...

In Voldemort's heart, he already regarded Blake as a sharp sword to expand the territory after his resurrection in the future!

But now, what he has to do is to pay enough temptations to hold this sword firmly in his own hands!

Voldemort said, "Blake, have you experienced it? The power of black magic..."

"You almost killed me when you used black magic."

"Are you really willing to give up this kind of power?"

Blake looked up, "I'm not reconciled. Professor..."

"This power...can you teach me a little more?"

Voldemort laughed, "Are you determined to betray Dumbledore?"

"No... I... I'm just looking for power, which doesn't mean I'm going to betray Dumbledore!" Blake said firmly.

Voldemort sneered inwardly.

The first step to fall was to find an excuse for yourself to convince yourself!

Now, Blake had taken the first step!

By the time Blake left that classroom.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening.

He looked at the few pieces of parchment in his hand.

A trace of disdain flashed across his face.

He remembered what Voldemort had said to him through Quirrell's face before he left.

"After you finish learning the black magic recorded on the parchment, you can come to me again, and I will teach you other things."

"Since you are not going to betray Dumbledore, it would be better not to let him know that you secretly learned the Dark Arts."

"I have always welcomed children who pursue great power..."

Blake crumpled the pieces of parchment and stuffed them into his pocket.

'I thought it was some kind of black magic.'

'But the result was just the Cruciatus...'

'Is the Cruciatus Curse also worthy of being called a powerful spell?'

Blake already learned this when he was eight years old, without even using a wand or spells.

He seemed to have been born with a knack for this kind of magic...

When he was still in the orphanage Blake used this magic.

To secretly torture a gangster who bullied orphans to death.

Later, that gangster never appeared again...

After Blake confirmed that Quirrell had left.

Just walked straight to Dumbledore's office.

White, who had been hiding in his pocket just now, only popped his head at this time.

"Aren't you overwhelmed? Let's go to the headmaster's office. I'll treat you to sweets. There are plenty of them at Professor Dumbledore's!"

"If Blake cuts class again, I'll..." Snape's words were still unfinished.

The door of the principal's office was opened.

And Blake walked in.

He glanced at Snape with a smile, and then warmly greeted Dumbledore, who was covered in black lines.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."

"Why did you come?"

"May I ask you something?"

"What's up?"

"I want to go through the back door..."

Dumbledore's face scrunched up.

"The next time you ask me to use power for personal gain, can you come quietly?"