Chapter 71 Grindelwald: This Kid Looks Exactly The Same As I Did Back Then! I'd Say He's M

Chapter 71 Grindelwald: This Kid Looks Exactly The Same As I Did Back Then! I'd Say He's M

Blake turned over and was about to go back to sleep again.

Wayne and Roger were in disbelief.

"Did he hear what we said just now?"

"It's possible!"

"Yes!

This is a flying lesson! "

"We can really fly!"

Roger leaned close to Blake's ear and said loudly.

He wanted to make sure that Blake didn't miss the most important information.

Blake sat up helplessly.

"Look!

I told you he didn't hear the key words, right? "

Roger said excitedly.

"Yes!

Who wouldn't be interested in flying! "

Wayne said with his eyes closed.

He seemed to be imagining himself flying in the sky.

Blake scratched his head.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep anymore.

He had to get up.

He was going to eat something.

He also sorted out the experimental data hidden in his mind yesterday.

Dabao was lying on his side in his small bed.

He rolled his eyes at Roger, who was too loud.

Then he pulled the small quilt over.

He covered his little head with his hand.

Blake got up and changed his clothes.

He asked as he was busy, "How do you know there's a flying lesson in the afternoon?"

Wayne asked strangely, "Didn't you see it?

It's already announced on the school bulletin board. "

"We can have a flying lesson this afternoon."

"But we're going with Ravenclaw."

"Blake, have you ever flown?"

Roger asked excitedly.

Blake nodded.

He said casually,

"Yes!

Just a few days ago. "

"I turned into an owl."

"Then I flew directly into the depths of the Forbidden Forest."

"I saw unicorns, big spiders, and even snake birds …"

Roger and Wayne looked at Blake as if he was a fool.

"I knew you weren't awake, Blake."

"How can a person turn into a cat and an eagle?"

"Yes … Are you sure you didn't mix up your dream last night?"

Blake chuckled.

"Then you can take it as a joke."

How much truth was there?

Was it said in a joking way?

"I rode on a flying broom when I was young."

Roger began to talk about his childhood stories of riding a flying broom.

What do you mean by almost hitting a muggle helicopter?

What flying about the moors all day on a flying broom?

Wayne also bragged about his impressive deeds when he was young.

The more Blake listened, the more familiar it sounded.

Were all these brats bragging about the same thing?

Alright, I'm a brat too.

Moreover, in their eyes.

I seemed to have bragged even more than them just now.

Blake didn't care.

After changing my clothes.

After washing up.

She left some food for Da Bao, who was lazing in bed.

He left the dormitory.

Roger and Wayne wouldn't go to breakfast until they were done bragging.

As for Dabao …

Dabao was much more obedient now.

Without Blake's orders.

She was completely incapable of causing trouble.

Therefore, there was nothing wrong with staying in the dormitory.

Anyway, all it did was sleep all day.

Moreover, there was no need to worry about it not having any food for lunch or dinner.

As long as it sneaked into the common room and acted cute.

Most of them were fed by the senior sisters.

It opened its belly to eat.

I can eat until I vomit …

Blake walked towards the auditorium first.

He was going to have breakfast first.

Then, while it was still early.

Then, he went to the Room of Everything to look at the magical plants he had planted.

At eight o 'clock, he would go to the Transfiguration class.

At this moment.

There were already many young wizards eating breakfast in the auditorium.

Most of them were first-year freshmen.

Because everyone was similar to Roger and Wayne.

They were all looking forward to today's flying lesson.

So they all woke up very early.

All kinds of bragging could be heard.

Many people were excited.

And there were also many people who were nervous.

For example, Neville.

For example, Hermione, who was chattering in front of a book called "The Amazing Quidditch Ball".

Hermione was indeed very nervous.

After all, flying was rare.

It was a skill that couldn't be immediately understood and mastered by just reading books.

Blake greeted her.

Then, she walked towards the long table at Hufflepuff.

But she threw herself into the Strange Book of Quidditch.

She didn't seem to notice that someone was calling her.

At the long table at Hufflepuff.

Cedric was enthusiastically explaining the tricks of flying brooms to his juniors.

Because he started last year.

He was the ball-seeker at Hufflepuff.

It had to be said.

Cedric explained in detail.

Blake listened while eating breakfast.

After listening once, he felt that he had learned it.

Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that his brain had learned it.

His body didn't have such a situation.

But …

Anyway, he didn't intend to amaze everyone in the flying lesson.

So he didn't care much.

After all …

It was important to know one's own limits.

He hadn't had any talents or skills related to flying lessons yet.

Although he had flown more than once as a bird.

But in the end, it was still flying on a flying broom.

It was completely different.

Blake still felt that stability was the most important.

This was also the reason why he was really listening to Cedric's explanation.

At this moment.

There seemed to be some chaos at Gryffindor's long table.

Blake looked over.

It turned out to be Malfoy.

After Malfoy had suffered at his hands.

Then, he successfully discovered his true enemy.

"Damn it!"

"Doesn't anyone in your family send you anything?"

Harry almost stood up and fought with him.

But he was stopped by someone.

Just like that, Malfoy sat on Slytherin's long table.

Provocatively in front of Harry.

Opening the candy sent by his family.

Harry gritted his teeth in hatred.

Soon after.

Neville received a memory ball from his grandmother.

It was a glass ball the size of a large marble.

It seemed to be filled with white smoke.

Just squeeze it.

Then.

If you forgot to do something.

The memory ball would turn red.

At this moment, Neville looked at the shiny red memory ball in his hand with a dumbfounded expression.

"Oh no, what did I forget?"

Then Malfoy went over to pick a fight.

He snatched the memory ball from Neville's hand.

Harry, Ronald, and the others immediately stood up.

The two sides confronted each other.

Blake sat at Hufflepuff's long table with a bowl and watched the show.

These two guys loved and hated each other.

Blake had no desire to interfere at all.

At this moment.

Harry actually had the urge to take this opportunity to fight with Malfoy.

Unfortunately, he wasn't as carefree as his father.

Blake guessed.

If it was Jaime Potter.

Maybe Malfoy was already lying on the ground.

Maybe there was a fist mark on his face.

However.

The fight didn't happen in the end.

Because Professor McGonagall appeared.

"What's going on?"

Malfoy blocked the memory ball! "Neville complained.

Malfoy threw the memory ball back.

"Wait and see!" His face was gloomy.

With that, he ran away.

Professor McGonagall gave the little lions of his school a warning look.

He told them not to act rashly.

Then he quickly walked over to Blake's side.

"Hmm?" Blake put down his bowl.

He thought that he didn't have time to do anything today.

"Mr. Green, Professor Dumbledore asked me to give this to you."

Professor McGonagall handed a black book to Blake.

"Oh … Thank you."

Professor McGonagall.

Blake took the black book.

The cover of this book …

With Blake's knowledge of magical animals.

He could tell at a glance.

This was made of black dragon skin.

Just the cover alone was so expensive.

One could imagine how precious this book was.

And, judging from the white marks on the black dragon skin.

This book seemed to have a certain history.

Professor McGonagall had already left in a hurry.

Blake put the book on the table.

He slowly opened it.

He saw a note on the title page.

The words on the note were written in circles.

It was very iconic.

"This is a small test that my old friend gave you.

17

"You just need to finish reading and master the knowledge in this book.

"You'll pass the test."

"At that time, his library will be open for you to read."

"This is a good opportunity, Blake. Don't miss it."

"Come on!"

Blake put away the note.

His face was full of interest as he looked at the book.

It was a test.

But there wasn't even a deadline?

In other words.

There was no time limit.

This also showed the confidence of the owner of the book.

You can read it for as long as you want.

If you can't understand it.

Don't think about my library.

Blake opened the book.

He saw that the book recorded the knowledge of alchemy.

Blake's eyes lit up.

As expected of you.

Nicole Lemay!

This belonged to him alone.

The confidence of a legendary alchemist.

"Then how can I let you down?"

Blake was excited.

He knew.

As long as he understood the book.

In that case, he would be considered to have established a relationship with Nico Lemour.

Blake was happy to be able to read his library to his heart's content.

He was still extremely interested!

Blake carefully put the book away in the pocket of his hovering cloak.

He had a hunch.

This book would allow his alchemy skills to improve tremendously!

Otherwise, Nicole wouldn't be so confident.

Blake then went to the 'Everything Will Be Granted' room.

Just as he walked in.

Then, he realized that he was wearing a protective suit …

Kassandra was tending to the Poison Tentacles and the Devil's Web.

The only exception was Blake, a big druid, who wouldn't be attacked by plants.

Others approached the poisonous tentacles without wearing protective clothing.

This was very unwise.

Unless it was an extremely experienced Herbalist or Potion Master.

"Why did you plant so many?"

"I think a few of them are enough."

Kassandra struggled to break free from the poisonous tentacles.

The protective suit was specially obtained by Blake through Grindelwald.

A spell was placed on the surface.

Can

It was enough to automatically deflect the attacks of these dangerous magical plants.

It was a very rare thing.

Of course, it couldn't be obtained through regular channels.

However …

Irregular channels.

Grindelwald had more.

Blake said before.

He wanted to plant some dangerous magical plants at Hogwarts.

He needed protective measures.

When Grindelwald heard that Blake wanted to stay at Hogwarts.

After secretly doing something that Dumbledore would never agree to.

He immediately agreed.

The children of the Grindelwald family should have their own opinions!

#!

What's the point of being as docile as a sheep?

Even Newt couldn't compare to such a child!

So.

He quickly followed Blake's request.

He sent Blake two sets of expensive protective suits.

Of course, these two sets of protective suits.

Blake left them for Kassandra and Hermione, who were his assistants.

"Because I need to do some experiments.

Kassandra. "

Blake approached the poisonous tentacles.

They seemed to have felt Blake's approach.

The tentacles and vines that were originally waving around.

They immediately stopped.

"Do experiments?

What experiments? "

Kassandra struggled to take off the protective suit.

Blake didn't mean to hide it.

"I want to be among these plants."

"Pick the best one."

"Then focus on cultivating it."

"Try to grow a stronger second or third generation with stronger sex and medicinal effects."

Kassandra looked at Blake in confusion.

"But, what are you going to do with a stronger plant?"

"Ah … This doesn't sound like something you'd ask.

Kassandra, where's the ambition of being a Slytherin? "

Blake said with a smile.

Kassandra rolled her eyes.

"You're so ambitious. You don't look like a Hufflepuff."

"Okay, let's stop joking. I'm doing this to cultivate a new magical plant species."

"If it's a new variety, it might produce some new medicinal effects."

"If we can figure out the effects of these drugs …"

"This is not only a contribution to herbology."

"Even potioneering might be affected."

"Don't you want to witness it with me?"

"Think about it. Your name might be on the Chocolate Frog card …"

Kassandra thought about it.

If they could really cultivate a new species of magical plant.

And test out the new medicinal effects.

It might indeed bring a huge change to herbology and potioneering.

At that time, her name would not be on the 3.2g Strength Frog card.

Even if it was in the history books of magic.

Or her portrait would be hung on the wall of Hogwarts. It was all possible.

Slytherin was an ambitious Slytherin.

How could Kassandra not be interested?

"Okay!

I'm in! "

"Then … welcome to me, Kassandra!

Blake smiled and opened his hands.

He welcomed Kassandra.

This was actually just a habitual action.

However …

Kassandra seemed to have misunderstood.

She froze for a moment.

And then ….

She walked up.

She seemed to really want to hug Blake.

What the f * ck?

Blake was stunned.

This was a misunderstanding!

......

If he refused at this time …

She would definitely cry for a long time, right?

Forget it.

It was just a normal hug between friends.

But Blake didn't know.

He let Beck, who came in to clean up.

He was recording all of his actions.

Recording all of it.

Newmungaard.

The house elf, Beck, had already recorded everything he saw.

He told Grindelwald everything through the communication notebook.

Grindelwald put down the communication notebook in his hand.

He laughed out loud.

"Not bad!

Very good! "

"This is a way to persuade people to join your camp."

"It's exactly the same as me back then!"

"Haha, I told you, dumbledore!"

"This child is obviously more like me!"

"Just keep doing it, good boy."

"How can you lack helpers to achieve great things?"

"Well, you have good taste. I heard that the Worley family is an influential pureblood family.

"It's a good calendar to start with the youngest genius in their family!"