Chapter 123 Senior! You Have To Be Sensible! Etc! Not There!

Chapter 123 Senior! You Have To Be Sensible! Etc! Not There!

Principal's office.

"The detention period is extended by half a month. Deduct ten points. Sword confiscated," Dumbledore said with a smile, sitting in his chair.

"Do you have any objections to this punishment?" Blake's face showed disappointment. Then he shook his head. "No objections... Professor."

Dumbledore picked up Blake's large sword and carefully examined the ancient runic inscriptions on it.

"This ancient runic inscription was taught to you by Professor Bathilda, right?" Blake nodded.

"Well... it's a very good alchemical tool. Although the materials are not the best, the craftsmanship is excellent," Dumbledore praised Blake's alchemy.

Mistakes are mistakes, and points should be deducted. But Blake's craftsmanship is indeed very good.

"Very well, excellent alchemy. I have to add ten points to you," Dumbledore said in one sentence, restoring the points Blake had just lost.

Blake straightened his chest. See, this is the power of connections! Do you admit defeat or not?

Dumbledore continued to look at the large sword in his hand.

"The energy source is... hmm?"

Alchemy tools need an energy source to function. Most alchemical products have an energy source engraved with ancient runic inscriptions inside.

Although stable, these energy sources need to be replaced frequently.

But Blake's large sword...

After careful examination, Dumbledore discovered that the energy source of this flying sword was not the meager magic provided by ancient runic inscriptions.

"Phoenix fire?"

Dumbledore looked at the small flame sealed in the gem and then looked at Blake with emotion.

"With the phoenix fire as the energy source, the value of this sword has increased at least tenfold...

Dumbledore's offer is still conservative.

Using the Philosopher's Fire as the energy source, it represents that the energy of this sword is basically endless.

There is no need to replace any parts. And... with the Philosopher's Fire as the energy source...

The magical power it provides is not comparable to the magical power provided by a few ancient artifacts like the Philosopher's Stone!

However...

"Where did you get the Philosopher's Fire?" Dumbledore looked at Blake and asked.

Blake took out a book from his pocket. It was Nicolas Flamel's manuscript.

"Mr. Flamel's manuscript records that the Philosopher's Fire is the best alchemical energy source. So... I used it... as for how I got it..."

Blake made a gesture. The Frost Phoenix appeared on his arm.

"The fire it spews is the Philosopher's Fire." Blake lied without batting an eye.

"Huh?" The Frost Phoenix looked at Blake curiously.

"Frost, show off your skills!" Blake blinked at her.

The Frost Phoenix tilted her head and thought for a moment. Then she opened her mouth...

"Hoo!"

A large amount of Philosopher's Fire spewed out.

Dumbledore quickly stood up and swiftly drew his wand to control the Philosopher's Fire.

"Oh, you little troublemaker." Dumbledore couldn't help but reprimand.

This fire almost set the headmaster's office on fire.

In theory, Blake currently does not have the conditions to learn how to summon the Philosopher's Fire. So, he can't tell Dumbledore that he has already learned this fire magic.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to explain where he learned it from.

However, after the Frost Phoenix devoured the Philosopher's Fire earlier, she gained the ability to spew this kind of flame herself.

So, before Blake revealed his great sword, he had already planned to let the Frost Phoenix take the blame.

For now, it seems to be working well. Clearly, Dumbledore now believes Blake's explanation.

And then, Blake was kicked out of the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore looked at the sword in his hand. And the controlled, floating ancient fire of Hufflepuff.

"Perhaps, this should be shown to Nico," Dumbledore said.

Dumbledore's face showed a proud expression, as if he wanted to show off his own child.

As they left the headmaster's office, Blake's disappointed expression disappeared.

He believed that Dumbledore would definitely show the sword he made to Nico Leme.

This was exactly his purpose in openly manipulating the flying sword.

He wanted to stimulate Nico Leme once again.

Let him know that alchemy still had many exciting aspects.

This was telling him that although he had climbed to the top,

there were still many views obstructed by clouds. He hadn't fully seen them yet.

This was to temporarily make Nico Leme give up the idea of death. Live for another ten or twenty years.

As for the flying sword, it didn't matter if it was confiscated. Because Blake had made more than one!

When Blake was preparing to return to the dormitory, he received a note from Professor Babbling.

She told Blake that tonight's detention location was not in her office, but had been changed to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

This made Blake somewhat puzzled. Why would you go to the Forbidden Forest to study ancient languages like Niv?

Also, running out of the castle and going to the Forbidden Forest at eight o'clock at night, would that be a violation of school rules?

It was already 7:50 in the evening. Night had fallen.

When Blake passed by Hagrid's hut,

and walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest,

he immediately saw three figures at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

One was the tall and burly Hagrid.

The other person talking to him was Professor Babbling.

But the third person surprised Blake.

"Penny, you're also in detention?"

"Peh, you're the one who was in solitary confinement," Penelope said angrily.

"Ah... I was indeed in solitary confinement," Blake said helplessly.

"You... I don't even know if you're intentionally avoiding me."

"After finally finishing solitary confinement, I thought you could finally come and teach me dueling."

"But a few days later, you were in solitary confinement again..."

"Other people's solitary confinement lasts a few days, at most a week."

"But you, as soon as you're confined, it's a minimum of half a month..."

Listening to Penelope's complaints, Blake shrugged, "I didn't know that flying swords weren't allowed at Hogwarts..."

At this moment, Hagrid and Professor Babbling finished speaking.

After he came over, he looked at Blake with a strange gaze.

"Why are you always being put in solitary confinement, and each time it's so long..."

"Alright... someone has already complained about it, Hagrid..." Blake helplessly interrupted Hagrid's spellcasting.

Hagrid's words were interrupted, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Alright... by the way, when your solitary confinement is over, go back to the castle obediently."

"And don't sneak into the Forbidden Forest. I know you have a record."

"I know," Blake said.

"Professor Babbling, I'll go first," Hagrid said and left.

Professor Babbling walked over.

Excitement was evident on her beautiful face.

"You're here! Great, let's go in."

Professor Babbling said as she wanted to rush into the Forbidden Forest.

"Uh... wait a moment," Blake stopped Professor Babbling.

"Don't you plan on explaining the situation first?"

"Also, why is Senior Penelope here?"

Although Professor Babbling was a bit anxious,

she still had patience for Blake.

"Tonight is practice time!"

"Did you forget? We are different from those classical conservatives, you know."

"Only they would spend all day memorizing things at their desks."

"We are here to practice!"

"How would we know what it's like when ancient runes unleash their magic without practice?"

"As for Miss Granger... I need her to be my assistant."

"And, as far as I know, she is your friend, isn't she?"

Blake could only nod and say, "Alright...

He glanced at Professor Babbling's expression.

Blake quickly added, "Professor, your arrangement is really appropriate."

"How did you know I feel uncomfortable without Senior Penelope by my side?"

Professor Babbling laughed.

Penelope kicked Blake and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

The three of them walked into the edge of the Forbidden Forest, chatting and laughing.

The edge of the Forbidden Forest had a flat hunting ground. It wasn't very large in size.

Usually, it was the location for advanced students to attend Magical Creatures Protection class.

But now, torches were lit around the hunting ground.

The originally pitch-black hunting ground was illuminated with a dim yellow light.

Blake noticed that many wooden targets had been set up in the hunting ground.

"Haha! Young man! Are you here to have tea with me?" Professor Kettleburn laughed heartily.

He was holding a wooden target in his hand. It seemed that he had helped with the setup of these targets.

"Um... not exactly, Professor. I'm here for detention," Blake said.

"Haha! I got it, because your sword can fly, right? I have to say, it looks very useful...

Hmm, if my moon-crazy beast that runs around all the time could be like your sword, I wouldn't worry about it sneaking into the forbidden forest and getting eaten."

After helping Babbling set up the venue, Professor Kettleburn bid farewell and left the hunting ground.

Just before leaving, he also invited Blake to have a cup of tea at his place after the confinement.

"I didn't expect you to be so popular," Professor Babbling said.

"Ah? I thought you had already figured it out," Blake said, clutching his chest.

Professor Babbling laughed at Blake's teasing. "Haha, never mind, I won't joke with you anymore."

She took out a large roll of parchment and placed it on a table that had already been prepared.

"Do you remember those ancient Runes combinations we discussed a few days ago? Now... it's time to start testing!"

Penelope raised her hand and asked, "What should I do?"

"You will be in charge of recording, Miss Krivats. Just sit here and write down the data I provide," Professor Babbling said.

Penelope nodded and sat down at the table, curiously watching Professor Babbling and Blake working in perfect harmony in front of her, preparing for the experiment.

In fact, she was still curious whether Blake's request to be confined at Professor Babbling's place was really to improve his proficiency in ancient Runes, as he claimed...

"Alright, let's begin!" Professor Babbling said. "First, we will test this combination... be careful, it might cause an explosion!"

Blake nodded and handed Professor Babbling a palm-sized blank paper card.

Professor Babbling took out a pen that was already filled with special ink and began to carefully write down those ancient Runes on the card.

These ancient Runes were quite dangerous. A single stroke mistake could lead to a dangerous situation. So, she couldn't afford to be careless. She even wore a suit of armor while writing.

After Professor Babbling finished writing carefully, she handed the card to Blake.

"Take a look, did I make any mistakes?"

"Well, no, I didn't expect you to make such progress," Blake said.

"Haha, of course, it's my talent... cough cough."

Professor Babbling instinctively wanted to boast about her talent.

Then she immediately remembered the little monster in front of her who had completely surpassed her after only two months of self-study.

"Never mind, you taught well," Professor Xuan Ling announced humbly.

Not far away, Penelope frantically rubbed her own ears.

"Is there something wrong with my ears? How did I hear that Blake taught Professor Babbling Ancient Sumerian?"

"Ah... I must not have slept well last night and woke up too early this morning, that must be it!"

Blake and Professor Babbling didn't pay attention to Penelope's expression.

Blake took the pen from Professor Babbling's hand and drew a small Ancient Sumerian symbol on those Ancient Sumerian texts.

"Use this rune to extend the time... Otherwise, it might explode before it even starts, isn't that dangerous?"

After finishing writing, Blake handed it back to Professor Babbling.

After looking at the few strokes Blake added, Professor Babbling frowned at first, then immediately showed a look of sudden realization.

"So that's how it is! The Ancient Sumerian text you gave me on that piece of parchment that day also had an extra symbol that seemed unnecessary."

"I thought that symbol was optional, I didn't expect it to be so useful!"

Then Penelope fell into self-doubt again. "I don't think I misheard... This..."

"It turns out that Professor Babbling is really consulting Blake! Consulting him on her own expertise in Ancient Sumerian!"

Suddenly, Penelope looked at Blake and Professor Babbling in shock. Because she suddenly remembered something.

"If I didn't mishear... Doesn't this mean... Actually, Blake's proficiency in Ancient Sumerian is higher than Professor Babbling's?!"

"Ding! Detected a shocked emotion."

"Ding! Extracting a treasure chest for the host."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a silver treasure chest!"

Blake turned to look at Penelope and suddenly smiled. "Senior, why don't you give it a try?"

"Uh... try what?"

"Try our new usage of Ancient Sumerian."

Blake walked over, pulled Penelope up, and handed the card in his hand to Penelope.

Professor Babbling didn't stop him. Because her goal was originally to make Ancient Sumerian serve the public.

In the end, many of the users of these products were people like Penelope who didn't know much about Ancient Sumerian.

If these people couldn't get used to using this kind of product, then it would be impossible to promote it. The new transformation of Ancient Sumerian would not be able to continue.

Blake said, "Press down on this symbol with force. When you feel the card heating up, make sure to throw it away! Do you know how to throw the card far?"

Penelope blinked her eyes and nodded.

"Great! Throw it towards that wooden target later! Remember, you must send it out!"

Penelope nodded again, although she was still filled with confusion. She didn't know why Blake wanted her to do this...

She stared with wide eyes at the wooden target over there.

Then she pressed down hard on that symbol. The next second, she felt the card starting to heat up.

A sudden sense of crisis surged from the bottom of her heart. Penelope quickly threw the card in her hand!

The trajectory of the card's flight was perfect!

It spun and hit the chest of the wooden target, then fell down.

However... when the card was still in mid-air...

"Boom!"

A violent explosion shattered the wooden target into pieces!

Penelope looked at the wooden target in shock.

If she hadn't thrown that card...

"Blake! I'm going to fight you!"

Penelope was almost scared out of her wits. She grabbed her wand and was about to go after Blake.

"Penelope, calm down!" Blake turned around and ran.

"Calm down? How can I be calm? You... you jerk! This is too dangerous!"

"Penelope, even if you didn't throw the card, I have the ability to protect you!"

The two of them chased and fled, with Blake dodging Professor Babbling's attacks.

But Professor Babbling suddenly reached out and grabbed Blake's neck.

Then she smirked and pushed him in front of Penelope.

"Professor? That's not fair! Ouch! Penelope, be gentle! Wait! Don't hit there!"

Just as Blake was being pummeled by Penelope's fists, he suddenly felt the coin he had kept close to his body heating up and sounding an alarm!

"Hmm? Is something happening at the Purple Horn Tribe?" Blake looked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest...