Capítulo 161: When A Stick Can Cast Magic, Then It Is A Magic Wand!(2)
There was a twitch on Professor Snape's face, "Then... of course it's because you started this incident with your own initiative! Those people are following your lead!"
"If I don't get your... respectable Mr. Green's approval, what's the use of my humble professor talking well with Dumbledore?" Snape's tone was full of sarcasm.
It could be seen that there was a lot of resentment. However, this was of course expected by Blake.
If it were him, he would not take the initiative to apologize publicly after being rebelled by the students...
That would also have pissed him off. Not to mention this guy Snape.
Blake shook his head and smiled, "Are you really sure...I thought you said you knew your mistake?"
"Isn't it clear that you don't know?"
"What else is there to discuss?"
"As long as you let go of your useless airs and inexplicable self-esteem."
"Just do what Professor McGonagall did, wouldn't it be nice?"
"To be fair, points will be deducted for doing something wrong, points for doing right... I really don't understand how difficult it is for a professor."
"Aren't you even better than Quirrell?"
Blake felt like swearing. What was the fuss about this? Even Voldemort taught himself a lesson after possessing Quirrell.
We all know how to give extra points to students who do well.
Why is your Snape shelf so big?
It was kind of embarrassing to give points to other houses, wasn't it?
When Snape had heard Blake say he couldn't compare to Quirrell. His face turned green with anger.
He did a lot of mental construction for a long time.
Then he forced himself to say calmly,
"Okay... I'll do as you please..."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. If he stayed longer, he was a little worried that he would pull out his wand...
It didn't bother Blake either. He went to class that day as usual.
'At noon, I will also go to Professor Flitwick to discuss duelling skills.'
However, Blake underestimated Professor Flitwick's fondness for the sport of dueling.
From Professor Flitwick's point of view, he was taking his time to teach Blake. It didn't feel like a burden at all. It was more like a rare pastime...
Of course, Blake is also very cooperative. With the right amount of EQ (Emotional Intelligence) touts, Professor Flitwick felt good every time!
At eight o'clock in the evening, Blake would still go to Voldemort to learn fighting skills.
By the way, he occasionally learned a few powerful dark arts from Voldemort.
It could be seen that Voldemort was really desperate to draw Blake into his camp...
A few days passed in a flash. And, Friday was getting closer and closer.
The Slytherin students were looking at Blake more and more strangely. They always looked at Blake in a meaningful way before.
Cassandra had also come to Blake more than once. To remind him to keep an eye out for these older Slytherins.
Because of the club activities of the Dueling Club. It was indeed a good opportunity for them to seek revenge!
Because in club activities, they could justly wand Blake down!
Friday morning.
The entire Hogwarts auditorium seemed to have a certain chilling atmosphere.
Almost every Hufflepuff who came to the auditorium for breakfast could see the little snakes on the Slytherin table getting ready.
As they polished their wands, they stared bleakly at Hufflepuff's long table. It was like they were watching their prey.
Obviously, the past few days have been spent recharging their batteries.
They were ready to target Blake alone and spread to the entire Hufflepuff.
but...
The wizards of Hufflepuff could be said to be also different today.
This group of guys who used to play badly in the past had now learned how to roll.
Although the duel club's first club activities hadn't started yet. But this wasn't the first time the little wizards of Hufflepuff had practised duelling in private!
And... the Slytherins were so blatantly malicious that Hufflepuff's little badgers had also long noticed it.
As the saying goes, those who hold salaries for everyone should not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow.
In this regard, all the students from Hufflepuff have only one attitude.
They want revenge on Blake? Then they must step over us!
In the afternoon, in Professor Snape's Potions class. He finally started adding and deducting points again.
This time he really did do it fairly. Of course, it was only fair in the rules of deduction and bonus points.
This guy was still playing tricks. He usually deducted five points. But the extra points he was awarding were only added one point at a time.
In this class, it seemed that they were eager to find their way back. Almost all of Snape's attention was on Blake. He wanted to find a reasonable fault!
…
How much is the material used? Full marks...
Material handling? Full marks....
Mastering the heat? Full marks...
Finished Potion? Full marks out of 100...
He even had time to enthusiastically help the students next to him correct their mistakes... Snape was about to gnash his teeth.
…
He had suddenly found out. If you don't play tricks. Then there was no way to deduct points!
and...
It's no use cheating now.
For every point he deducted. Dumbledore would personally review... according to the previously established rules.
Not only was Snape unable to deduct points from him. He even gritted his teeth when he had to give him extra points.
Very good material handling...bonus points!
The heat was well controlled...a plus point!
The quality of the finished potion was so good that it can even be sold directly in the potion shop... Bonus point!
Enthusiasm to help classmates... plus one point!
Waiting until after class was over, Blake counted the dazzling pile of treasure chests that had exploded from his system storage.
Then he walked out of the basement classroom with a grin on his lips.
When Snape just saw his hateful smile... he was so depressed that I couldn't even eat.
After drinking three bottles of euphoria potion in a row, he also left the basement classroom directly.
Not long after, he saw Quirell. Quirrell, who also saw Snape in the distance made a U-turn and ran!
But this was Quirrell after all, not Voldemort. It didn't take long before he was cornered by Snape.
"Don't hit me..." Quirrell said with a sad face. But today Snape seemed to have no intention of bullying him.
"Number one, why would I hit you?"
"Second, tonight! I'm going to be a guest at the Dueling Club!"
Snape said firmly.
Quirrell looked at Snape in astonishment. Some wouldn't understand what kind of nerves he is having.
"Uh... ok! ok!"
Quirrell said after receiving instructions from the man in his head. He hastily agreed to Snape's request.
And at this very moment. Blake was in the dormitory sharpening his large metal wand murderously.
Roger watched this scene in horror.
"Are you sure that his wand is really a wand, not a stick?"
"...if a stick can do magic, then it's a wand..."
"In Duelling, who stipulated that spells must be used?"
Wayne said clearly.
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