Chapitre 211: Sorry, I'm Actually An Undercover Agent!(2)
Blake and the others stayed in the greenhouse for a long time before they came out.
When they were preparing to bid farewell to each other and return to their respective dormitories.
Suddenly, a roar came from not far away.
"Potter! Get out! Get out!"
Then a person ran over from a distance like crazy.
He rushed directly in front of several people.
"Oh...it's Harry..." Blake said.
He looked in the direction from which the roar came.
'Is it the lounge?'
'Well, this familiar voice is Snape!'
A smile suddenly appeared on Blake's face.
Cassandra's mouth twitched slightly.
When the bad guy smiled, it was designated that someone else was going to be unlucky.
And now it caught Blake's attention.
'Wasn't this her own unlucky dean?'
Cassandra was not alone in thinking the same.
"Are you going to mess with Professor Snape again?" Hermione asked directly.
"Nonsense! I am a good man, a partner of justice."
"How could I do such a thing?" Blake said seriously.
Cassandra sighed, "When you say this, as long as the smile on your face shrinks a little, I'm ready to believe it."
"Blake, I just trust you. I know, you've always been a good person." Hannah said suddenly.
"Huh?!" Cassandra and Hermione looked at Hannah again.
'No, it can't go on like this!'
'Obviously, she has already stolen the house once!'
'How could I still be so slack towards her?!'
Blake's eyes lit up looking at Hannah.
It seems that Hannah is indeed as thought, and she was actually very witty.
After her self-confidence was gradually cultivated.
The restrained wisdom was revealed.
Blake smiled and said, "Okay, you guys go back first."
"I'm off to send some warmth to our beloved Professor Snape."
After the girls left. With a smirk, Blake walked to the faculty lounge.
Before he got any closer, he heard Professor Snape's heavy breathing.
Obviously, the guy was pissed off by Harry.
Blake stroked his chin.
It was supposed to be around this Halloween time, thinking Quirrell was going to steal the Sorcerer's Stone.
That Snape ran into the house where the three-headed dog Fluffy was kept to stop it.
Unexpectedly, Quirrell didn't go in.
Then Snape was bitten by the dog.
The saliva of the three-headed dog Fluffy was poisonous.
So, after all this time, Snape's injuries hadn't healed.
In order to keep his secret, he didn't even dare to go to Madam Pomfrey.
After all, once has received such a serious injury.
It was no small matter...
'The events that just happened. It should be that Harry wanted to come to Snape to get back the books he had confiscated.'
'It was just in time to see Snape showing his bloodied leg ready for treatment.'
'What he wanted to keep secret was seen by Harry, the guy he hated the most. How could he not be annoyed!?'
Blake calmed down a bit.
Most importantly, it took a while to suppress the smile on his face.
Then he knocked on the door.
"Potter! I said..."
The door creaked open!
Snape twisted
His face froze at the sight of Blake.
He subconsciously took out an empty bottle of Euphoria from his pocket.
Then his face became even paler.
The euphoria potions, he forgot to replenish them!
"You...what are you here for?" Snape scowled then sat back.
Only now, his robe has covered the wound.
But...
With how sensitive Blake's nose was.
When he just walked in.
He smelled blood.
"Are you hurt?" Blake asked.
Snape grimaced and didn't answer.
Filch was also in the room
So after seeing Blake.
He enthusiastically pulled over a chair.
Then he fumbled to pour tea for Blake.
Snape watched the scene in astonishment.
Filch had always had a distaste for students.
The degree of that disgust was even more than him.
Therefore, he had never seen this squib being so enthusiastic about any student!
However, he was such a loner and a bad guy.
To be so respectful towards Blake!
Apparently, Filch had been tamed by Blake!
Before he knew it, this guy actually did so many things...
Thinking of this, Snape couldn't help feeling even more afraid of him.
After all, such a person.
He's only heard of one person having that effect on people...
That was Voldemort back then...
"No. I'm not hurt," Snape said slowly.
"No injury, what happened to the magic bandage that Mr Filch was holding just now?"
Snape fell silent.
"Presumably, it must be a powerful magical animal that hurt you?"
Blake said with a smile.
Snape looked at Blake in shock.
"How do you know?" He couldn't help but blurted out and asked.
"It's easy." Blake pointed to the magic bandage Filch had left on the table.
"It cannot be healed by magic, it can only be bandaged and..."
"This proves that your wound can't be prevented from bleeding with charms or conventional means."
"What can cause this result is either a curse or those magical animals with poisonous teeth..."
"Given the bloody smell on your body and the use of magic tape to stop the bleeding, you have the greatest chance of being bitten by a magical animal."
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[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a silver treasure chest!]
Snape was amazed by Blake's attention to detail and thoughtfulness.
Blake looked at the silent Snape and said with a smile: "Actually, we are not enemies, Professor Snape."
"Huh...Really? Mr Green?" Snape said sarcastically.
"At the very least, I didn't intend to make enemies with you at first."
"Until you stupidly provoked me," Blake said coldly.
"Then what's the point of all these theatrics? Are you here just to mock my injury?" Snape said angrily.
"Of course not, I'm not that boring..." Blake said, "Although you are a bad person that I don't like it very much."
"But... you are doing the dirty work for Professor Dumbledore."
"You should know about my relationship with him, so..."
"I have no choice but to treat you as someone from my own camp."
Snape's eyes flickered, "Our side? Oh, Dumbledore really tells you everything..."
"Since you and I belong to the same camp, then... I will help you heal your wound."
Snape sneered, "You healed me?"
There was disdain in his eyes.
Even he, a potion master, felt that his injured leg was a bit troublesome.
He needed to brew several rare potions to cure it.
He admitted that this guy Blake did have some tricks.
But after all, he was just a kid.
How could he possibly heal his wounds?
"I know you don't believe it, but... you should know what this is?"
Blake pulled out a small glass bottle.
The liquid in the bottle was crystal clear!
Snape's pupils contracted when he saw the bottle.
"Phoenix Tears..."
Well, how could he forget that this guy had two phoenixes at home?
One belonging to Dumbledore
And the other belonging to him.
'He really wants to heal me... But what is he plotting?'
"You don't need to be so afraid of me. We are actually the same kind of people, Professor Snape.
"The same kind of people?"
"Yes, we... Blake leaned into Snape's ear and whispered, "Actually we're all undercover..."
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