"I also don't understand."

The long table was silent for a moment.

Then.

Roger suddenly chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing because you don't understand Blake's purpose!"

Someone asked, "He praised Quirrell so much."

"What purpose can he have?"

"Does he want Quirrell to give Hufflepuff extra points? "

"Then … That's a big sacrifice."

Roger laughed, "Of course not!"

"Didn't you realize … After Blake started praising Quirrell, the rest of the class became interesting?"

"Hiss … That's right!"

"That's right!"

"I almost fell asleep. "

"But after Blake's praises. "

"For the first time, Professor Quirrell has thrown away his book. He was even going to give a demonstration!"

"Yeah!

But it's a pity that Professor Quirrell failed. "

"Otherwise, we would really be able to learn something later … Oh right, didn't we learn a Disarm Curse?!"

"Wait … Wait!

I suddenly understand what you mean!

Roger! "

"You mean … Blake praised Professor Quirrell so much because he wanted to make the boring class more interesting?"

"For everyone to learn something real!"

"That means he did it for us?!"

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

"That's right!

If not for Blake, we wouldn't have learned the Disarm Spell today! "

"I knew it!

Blake must have his reasons for doing this! "

"Really, I want to cry!

Blake is too good! "

"Then … what's with Quirrell?"

"Blake's Illumination Spell is ridiculous, but it shouldn't be enough to defeat Quirrell, right?"

"According to Madame Pomfrey's conjecture."

"It should be because he was in the Albanian forest."

"When he was tortured by that zombie and the old witch."

"The aftereffects and trauma."

"That's why when He was hit by Blake's strong light."

"His illness immediately flared up."

"Really?"

"Of course!

"At that time, I went to the school hospital to have my eyes checked …"

"I heard Madame Pomfrey say it herself."

"Hiss … Then did you see Professor Quirrell take off his turban?"

"Is that big turban full of garlic?"

"The scarf has indeed been taken off."

"But there was no garlic!"

"All I saw was a big scar on the back of his head.

"It was as if he's been burnt before …"

[Ding!

Opening the Gold Treasure Chest! ]

[Ding!

Congratulations to the host for obtaining a top-grade potioneering talent! ]

The room of requirements.

Blake sat alone in front of the cabin.

While resting, he opened the treasure chest.

"Well, the potioneering talent has been opened."

"The rewards for the talent category should be considered complete."

Blake nodded in satisfaction.

At least, he had the potioneering talent.

He didn't have to worry about the old bat making things difficult for him.

The old bat would make things difficult for any student except for Slytherin.

This was the experience of the seniors when they told the freshmen.

Blake looked at the Diamond Treasure Chest.

He hesitated for a moment.

In the end, he decided not to open it for the time being.

Recently, he opened the treasure chests fiercely.

His skills and talents were almost all occupied.

The reward of the Diamond Treasure Chest.

It seemed that he wasn't very eager for it now.

So Blake decided to store up a wave of treasure chests first.

The reward of the Supreme Treasure Chest.

There was only one ancient magic.

He always felt that his trump card was not enough.

Maybe it was time to seek another Supreme Treasure Chest.

If he wanted to directly drop the Supreme Treasure Chest.

That probability was still too low.

Directly synthesizing it was the safest way.

But fortunately, the Supreme Treasure Chest only needed seven Diamond Treasure Chests to synthesize.

With his current speed of obtaining Treasure Chests.

...

He believed that it wouldn't take long.

He would get a Supreme Treasure Chest!

Blake thought of this.

He stood up directly.

Then he walked to a Devil's Web.

The Devil's Web was originally very aggressive.

In front of Blake.

But it was very docile.

Blake stretched out his palm.

The green Great Druid's magic slowly poured into the body of the Devil's Web.

With the input of the Great Druid's magic.

The note of the Devil's Web became more and more deep …

"You piece of trash!"

"No!

I beg you, please spare me! "

Quirrell's screams echoed in his office.

After returning from the school hospital.

Voldemort began to torture him as expected.

If it weren't for the soundproof magic in Quirrell's office.

Quirrell's screams could be heard throughout Hogwarts Academy.

After a long time.

The screams in the office gradually subsided.

Only Quirrell's soft sobs were left.

"That boy!"

Voldemort's voice sounded at the back of Quirrell's head.

At this moment, at the back of his head.

Voldemort's face appeared on the scar that looked like a burn.

"Yes!

My master, I will definitely turn Harry Potter into a … "

"It's not Potter that I am talking about!

It's that … boy called Blake Green! "

"Yes, master.

What … what about him? "

"Idiot!

Didn't you feel his strange magic? "

"Yes … I felt it," Quirrell said timidly.

"I've never seen that kind of magic …"

"At his age, he can't have learnt any profound magic."

"So, this must be his innate talent."

"I'm very interested in this talent of his, Quirrell.

"Didn't you notice that after being hit by his strange magic, your body became better?"

"Strange Illumination Spell, and strange magic that can be attached to the Illumination Spell …"

"I will help Master find out!"

"No … I want to do it myself …"

Quirrell's body trembled.

"What … You don't want to give up control of your body?

"No … I don't dare. Everything I have is yours, master …"

"When is the next Blake's Defense Against Dark Magic class?"

"Master, Ah wants to teach the class himself?"

"I'm only interested in him!

As for your other classes, you can take them yourself! "

"Right, he seems to admire you a lot … Maybe you can …"

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