Chapter 107 Blake: I'm Just A Little Wizard In The First Grade, I Don't Have That Kind Of

Chapter 107 Blake: I'm Just A Little Wizard In The First Grade, I Don't Have That Kind Of

In the faculty seat.

Dumbledore wiped his eyes with his hand.

Of course, he wasn't wiping tears as Voldemort guessed.

But wiping sweat...

"Well said, don't say it again next time..."

Dumbledore still had some lingering fears.

Blake's speech above.

Frantically jumping in the minefield.

I almost thought he was going astray.

As a result, I finally found that I was thinking too much.

Then Dumbledore found himself sweating.

Such a good boy, don't go astray!

Dumbledore was glad he was finally steady.

I am ashamed of myself for being suspicious of this child so easily.

It seems that I am still a little too sensitive.

On stage, Blake stepped aside.

Then pull over Quirrell.

"Here, we would like to thank Professor Quirrell for giving us such a precious opportunity.

"Now...we return this dueling platform to Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell smiled awkwardly as Blake pulled him over.

That's a good point, why did you bring me here again?

"Ahem...I...I...I..."

"Professor, you should now get an assistant to demonstrate how to duel." Blake reminded.

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Quirrell looked at the staff seat quickly.

He did have guests as assistants.

That guest is...

Fuck it, that bastard Snape!

Quirrell's face turned bitter.

Originally he planned to invite Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick is a nice person, nice to speak, and good skills........

But that old man, Snape, actually blocked his own way!

Quirrell sneered inwardly.

He really wants to fight this guy hard!

But I can't fight and I can't fight, I can't run and I can't run.

For master's plan...

Quirrell had to smash his teeth and swallow.

An ugly smile was forced on his face.

"Let me introduce to you, the guest assistant for this club event is...Professor Snape!"

Quirrell was also careful.

Just say it's my assistant this time...

Don't look for him again!

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched slightly.

Those who didn't know thought he had cramps.

But Blake knew it was him sneering.

Whenever he has this expression.

It means that 08 is about to start doing things.

As for who is the target?

Blake saw the way he was staring at her, and knew right away.

The gambit offends all of Slytherin.

what to do?

Blake said………

Just a good beating.

Blake glanced at Snape.

Then walked down the steps.

Now, it is the exemplary moment of the two professors.

When Blake walked down.

People around continued to applaud him.

Cassandra sighed.

"You are really a good dueling club. When you make a speech, you act like you want to gather people to rebel."

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense, I'm a good guy." Blake said seriously.

on stage.

Quirrell looked at the old bat in front of him.

There was some fear on his face.

After all, it was impossible for Voldemort to come out at such a time.

Therefore, the demonstration duel and so on can only be done by Quirrell himself.

But how was Quirrell going to beat Snape, a former Death Eater with a lot of combat experience?

Strictly speaking.

Before meeting Voldemort.

He, Quirrell, was just a Ravenclaw nerd.

Following Voldemort was also because he wanted to become stronger and gain power and wealth.

Snape looked at the wincing Quirrell.

A look of disdain flashed across his face.

Quirrell summoned up his courage and stood in front of Snape.

Then he drew his wand.

"First of all...First of all, when we are dueling, we must first fight with each other..."

"When...Of course, if.......in...the life-and-death struggle, this step can be omitted."

Quirrell memorized the lesson plans he had prepared before.

But everyone still understood what he meant.

Then, Quirrell saluted Snape.

And Snape bowed slightly.

"Then... we can... start...to..."

After Quirrell finished speaking, he looked at Snape nervously.

Snape waited a moment.

Found that Quirrell didn't move, so...

"Except you...weapon!"

"Armor protection!"

In fact, Snape was a little out of touch.

Therefore, when chanting the mantra, I deliberately paused.

Just to get Quirrell ready.

It wasn't that Snape had suddenly become kind.

It's just that he doesn't want to embarrass this guy too much in front of so many people.

Lest he couldn't help but get pissed off...and it would interfere with Dumbledore's plans.

When he bullied and forced Quirrell before, he chose places where no one was around.

When being bullied, someone is watching and no one is watching.

The mood is completely different.

Snape had a lot to say about that.....

Snape's spell hit Quirrell's Iron Armor.

was bounced into the sky.

And Quirrell's Iron Armor Charm shattered.

Snape frowned.

I've let the water out like this.

That Quirrell guy's first choice is not to take advantage of his gap to counterattack, but to defend?

Snape's eyes were still sharp.

He understood right away.

Quirrell didn't actually have much combat experience.

In addition, because he was afraid of himself, he didn't dare to attack at all.

Thinking of this, there were still some Snapes who wanted to test the strength of Miracle.

Feeling bored for a while.

"Damn to the ground!"

"Iron Armor!"

"Disarm you! 11

"Iron Armor!"

What about this battle.

Although it looks like a lot of fun.

But there is no scene where you come and go.

Always……

Snape's wyvern was on the face, pressing directly against Quirrell.

But Quirrell can only defend with the Iron Armor Charm.

Not a single counter spell worked.

Blindly defending, how can you win?

Moreover, if you keep it for a long time, flaws will inevitably appear.

When Blake thought about it.

Snape was acutely aware of the small gap between Quirrell's next Iron Armor spell.

"Disarm you!"

"Whoosh!"

Quirrell's wand somersaulted into Snape's hand.

"This battle, Snape won.

As the host of this club activity.

Blake had to go up again to announce the result of the fight.

Although this battle is actually lackluster.

But the little wizards in the audience still burst into warm applause.

Especially the young wizards of Slytherin cheered.

Quirrell stood on stage panting.

A look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Blake's mind turned.

Although not very willing to admit it.

But his character is Quirrell's favorite student.

If he remained silent at this time, it would definitely arouse Voldemort's suspicion.

So Blake laughed and said:

"Just now the two professors were actually showing everyone how to defend correctly and how to attack correctly.

Everyone has seen Professor Quirrell's Iron Armor Curse just now.

"Professor Snape's attack was quick though.

"But Professor Quirrell's Iron Armor Charm blocked almost all of it."

"This is Professor Quirrell and Professor Neep, working together to teach you the magic of the Iron Armor Curse!"

Blake just finished speaking.

The discussion started below.

"Oh... no wonder Professor Quirrell has been casting the Iron Armor Charm!"

"So he was just here to show us how to defend?"

"So Snape is showing us the attack?"

"It should be. Otherwise, how could Professor Quirrell, as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, be defeated so easily?"

"So what are the Slytherins cheering for? Don't they know this is a pre-arranged drill?"

"Don't worry about them, they've always been a group of sand sculptures."

After hearing these comments, Snape's face darkened.

He gave Blake a hard look.

In a few words, this guy talked about his ability to defeat Quirrell.

It became a drill with a tacit understanding between the two sides...

The Slytherin students were almost pissed off.

Obviously, the dean won!

How did it come into the mouth of this bastard, and it became a discussion between the two sides?

When Quirrell saw Blake, a feeling of gratitude rose in his heart.

What a good boy, with high talent.

What's the future with Dumbledore?

I have to quickly pull him into the master's camp.

Let him turn from darkness to light!

Blake harvested a wave of treasure chests with satisfaction.

And then went on to remind Quirrell:

"Professor, it's time for the students to come up and practice."

"You and Professor Snape can sit by and guide me."

Quirrell nodded repeatedly.

"Ah yes yes yes!"

"It's up to you next time!"

"Anyone willing to volunteer to come up and give it a try?"

The little wizards in the audience raised their hands excitedly.

Everyone wants to come up and show their skills.

Snape turned and looked at the group of Slytherins for a moment.

Then he got close, grabbed Malfoy by the collar, and lifted Malfoy up.

Malfoy stood proudly on the stage.

Then he turned his gaze to Harry Potter on the opposite stage.

Obviously, his goal is to...

"Blake!" Snape said.

"As the chairman of the dueling club, you will be the first to demonstrate."

Snape said, slipping Quirrell's wand back into Quirrell's hand.

The Malfoys on the other side are all stupid, you can ask me to fight anyone.

What the hell are you asking me to fight Blake?

Aren't you my father's good friend?

Why are you trying to kill me!?

"No...professor, actually I want to be with..."

"It's the same with whoever demonstrates."

Snape cut Malfoy off coldly.

Then he looked at Malfoy with iron eyes.

His thinking is actually the same as that of many people.

That is Blake, though gifted in many subjects.

But the duel thing.

Blake wasn't necessarily good at it.

Like Quirrell.

When Quirrell was studying.

But Ravenclaw is a veritable college bully.

Can you say he is not talented?

but really

To fight, it is a soft-legged shrimp.

And Blake is talented though.

But he was born in the Muggle world.

I've only been exposed to magic for a few months.

Not even the original Quirrell!

And Malfoy, although he is also a first-year.

But it is from a wizard family.

I have been exposed to magic spells since I was very young.

He must have mastered a lot of these big and small curses.

A little wizard who has been exposed to magic since childhood.

How could he defeat a little Muggle-born wizard?

In his day, those little Muggle-born wizards were doormats!

As for why Snape could know so clearly?

Because he didn't know how many fights he had with bastards from such a pure-blooded wizard family back then!

Especially the one from the Potter family and the one from the Blake family.

Malfoy looked at Blake.

And that long, thick iron rod in his hand... er... wand.

Almost cried out loud.

"Ahem, Professor Snape, isn't this bad?"

Blake gave Malfoy a pitying look.

"That's right! That's really not appropriate!" Malfoy said.

He lowered his voice, speaking in a voice only Snape could hear.

"He hit me on the train before, you don't know!"

Snape frowned, "Now you have a wand!"

What Snape meant was very simple, that is, Blake relied on the strength of his body back then.

Malfoy was defenseless at the time.

And now.

Malfoy has a wand and can use spells.

Blake also had to duel with a wand.

I can't rely on his frightening strength!

Are you worried that you won't be able to defeat Blake just in the spell competition?

Malfoy was a little stunned, "Is it... really okay?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Don't you want to save face?"

Malfoy glanced at Cassandra in the audience. 127

Then the confidence in my heart came back a little.

Yeah, if it's just spell spells, I'm not bad!

"Then... let's do it!"

Malfoy held his wand and stared at Blake intently.

Blake sighed.

Holding the wand in his right hand, he rested it lightly on the palm of his left hand.

"Okay... since you insist.

"Then... let's get started."

Blake stood in front of Malfoy.

Snape and Quirrell each stood behind them.

On the one hand, as I just said, we need to guide the two.

On the other hand, it is the spell to prevent littering that will hit the audience in the audience.

Blake and Malfoy exchanged salutes.

Then Malfoy waved his wand first.

"Grin ho la la!"

Blake tipped his head slightly.

The spell just brushed past his ear.

He didn't even change his standing posture!

Against a rookie like Malfoy.

Blake didn't even need to use his knowledgeable arrogance.

Very easily, Ji predicted where his spell would fall.

See Blake dodging Malfoy's spell with ease.

Snape's brow furrowed.

A bad emotion rose in my heart.

Last time, he saw it.

Someone who can deal with opponent's spells so easily in a duel.

It was Voldemort back then!

There is only one possibility for this to happen!

That is when the strength gap between the two sides is too large.

Until now, he still remembered the shocked expression of the Auror who attacked Voldemort back then.

Could it be that......

Blake sighed, "Is there any more? If you don't come, I'll be here.

The fear that had just been suppressed in Malfoy's heart immediately rose again!

The frightened Malfoy directly released the strongest spell he could.

"Oolong out of the hole!"

A black poisonous snake fell onto the dueling platform with a plop!

After the snake landed, it rushed towards Blake quickly!

"Ah!" All the little witches in the audience screamed.

Snape stepped out, "Let me handle it."

But he hadn't raised his wand yet.

Just saw Blake wave his wand lightly.

"Disappeared without a trace.

"Whoosh..."

The poisonous snake on the duel stage disappeared instantly.

Snape's pupils shrunk.

After seeing that Blake can actually use the Vanishing Curse, which is an advanced spell.

He knew he had underestimated Blake's strength.

"It seems...it's not appropriate for a first-year student to practice against you.

"Flint, you come and practice with him."

Snape said to the audience.

A tall Slytherin boy climbed onto the ring in no time.

Then looked at Blake maliciously and laughed.

Blake frowned.

The guy Snape was so shameless.

Actually find a senior student to fight with him?

If he didn't have two brushes, wouldn't he be killed by this old bat?

Blake said calmly: "Professor Snape, I'm just a little wizard in the tenth grade. I don't have the kind of powerful emperor that can challenge the seniors.