Blake looked at the pile of treasure chests that suddenly appeared in the System Space and fell into deep thought.

Back at the auditorium.

In the faculty seats.

Professor Sprout was eating breakfast.

But her eyes were red.

She soon attracted Professor McGonagall's attention.

"Pomona, what's wrong with you?"

Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.

"Nothing, Minerva.

I'm just very touched. "

"Touched?"

"That's right … The children in Hufflepuff have suddenly become sensible.

"What's wrong?"

Dumbledore also came.

He didn't come to the auditorium for breakfast often.

He just came once in a while

and checked on the students' condition.

He didn't expect to see Professor Sprout with red eyes.

When he remembered Blake's occasional naughty behaviour.

His heart trembled.

'Did that little guy get into trouble?

After all, he was his child.

If he got into trouble

As his parent

Naturally, he had to help solve it.'

"Is it … Blake's fault?"

Dumbledore asked tentatively.

Professor Sprout remembered about Blake.

Hufflepuff had finally pulled themselves together.

It was all because of Blake's words.

And she didn't expect

She had been the house's dean for so many years.

No one could truly understand her pain.

Yet, a new student could understand her so well!

Her efforts were discovered and understood.

In an instant, she felt that all her silent efforts over the years were worth it.

"Yes!" Professor Sprout said.

"It's about that child …"

Dumbledore's chest tightened when he got the answer.

Dumbledore didn't know what Sprout was thinking.

He just thought that Blake did something out of line.

'He actually made the professor so angry that she cried?

How could this be?!'

At this moment.

He was already thinking about what to do.

He had to bring this child back to the right path!

Suddenly.

Dumbledore saw Blake with two boys.

They walked into the auditorium.

"Blake!" Dumbledore shouted seriously.

The other little wizards in the auditorium turned to look at the faculty seats.

They found that it was Dumbledore who was shouting.

They couldn't help but look curiously at Blake, who was walking up.

Blake was different from the other students who were rolled up.

He just got up.

He was wearing the equipment that he just got last night.

He felt the increase in his strength.

He happily prepared to go to the dining table.

He was ready to eat.

Then he heard someone calling him.

He looked up and saw Dumbledore with a serious face.

Blake's heart skipped a beat.

'Did I do something wrong?'

But …

He had done too many bad things yesterday.

Even he didn't know which one it was

That might have gotten him into trouble with Dumbledore.

When Blake came to the faculty seats.

Dumbledore saw the guilty and confused look on his face.

He felt that he had guessed it correctly.

He sighed. "Blake, do you know what you did?"

"How could you …"

"Oh!

Thank you, Blake.

"I didn't think that you, a new student at the academy and house, would actually understand me."

"Cedric told me everything."

"Now, everyone in Hufflepuff is motivated."

"Well, it's all thanks to you."

"Professor Dumbledore, can I give him extra credit and points?"

Dumbledore was stunned.

He didn't finish his sentence.

After hearing Professor Sprout's words.

He knew that he had misunderstood this kid.

It seemed that this kid had done something good.

And he had moved Professor Sprout to tears?

At this time, Blake still didn't know what was going on.

It must have been after Cedric's self-promotion last night.

It caused a chain reaction!

But …

He didn't expect it.

The two sentences that he said casually.

But it happened to be what Professor Sprout was thinking.

Professor Sprout thanked him.

But … Why did Dumbledore ask him to come up?

To accept Professor Sprout's gratitude?

It can't be, right?

Blake looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

Then, she noticed his slightly awkward expression.

"Hiss … Professor Dumbledore, did you think I was naughty and made the professor cry?"

"Ah?

No … I'm just … "

"Well, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do.

"So, I have to go, Pomona. You can give me extra points for this matter."

Dumbledore said and quickly left.

"Don't blame Professor Dumbledore. Kid, he just misunderstood the situation."

"I see …" Professor Sprout glanced at Professor McGonagall.

Then he said, "Because of you, all the children in Hufflepuff are working harder.

"So, I think you should get extra points … Minerva, what do you think?"

Professor Sprout said after hearing the conversation.

She roughly understood what was happening.

Therefore, she had no objection to the bonus points.

In fact, if only Gryffindor had a child who could get the students moving.

She would definitely give him bonus points!

Therefore, she nodded and agreed with Professor Sprout.

"Blake, you've won 50 points for Hufflepuff."

Professor Sprout said with a smile.

Professor McGonagall's mouth twitched.

If only these 50 points were added to Gryffindor.

Yesterday, Gryffindor deducted 30 points from the Weasley Twins. 

However, Professor McGonagall didn't think that Professor Sprout's reward of 50 points was excessive.

This was because Blake had united all the little Wizards in Hufflepuff House and made them more motivated!

These 50 points were only a small number!

It was only the second day of school.

So …

Because of Blake, these 50 points.

In the hourglass of the academy.

In the hourglass that belonged to Hufflepuff.

The diamonds clattered to the ground.

In just an instant, Hufflepuff's points had reached first place!

This made every little wizard of Hufflepuff who had passed through the hourglass extremely excited!

Look!

Our Hufflepuff is the best.

With a little effort, they would immediately reach first place!

However, everyone saw Blake go to the teacher's seat.

Then, Hufflepuff's diamonds rose.

Therefore, everyone was guessing.

These 50 points must have been earned by Blake!

So.

When Blake returned to the long table.

When he was ready to eat.

The little Wizards of Hufflepuff at the table were all extremely friendly to him.

This was just the second day of school.

And the first class of the second day.

It was Professor Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, who was in charge.

Defence against Black Magic class!

Compared to the excited looks of the other students.

Blake was much calmer.

Others didn't know Professor Quirrell's teaching level.

He knew.

So he wasn't looking forward to it at all.

However …

If Quirrell wanted to hide so smoothly, he would be able to do so.

Although Voldemort's condition was very bad.

But … the level of the treasure chest that dropped must not be low.

Blake thought for a moment.

Then, he had an idea in his mind.

He decided to have a good meeting with Quirrell.

Or rather …

It was Voldemort who was possessing Quirrell.

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