Chapter 152 Do You Know How Many People Have Been Knocked Unconscious By My Wand? ! Melee Combat Is

Chapter 152 Do You Know How Many People Have Been Knocked Unconscious By My Wand? ! Melee Combat Is

Blake saw Quirrell like this.

In fact, I already have my own inference in my heart.

"What kind of help do you need?"

"If I can do it, I will do my best.

Blake's sincerity soon captivated Quirrell.

Of course Quirrell believed Blake.

In his eyes, the current Blake is the student he is most familiar with in this school.

After all, when he was waiting to die.

It was Blake who delivered the hamburger that would keep him alive.

Although the taste of those burgers is beyond words...

But also thanks to those burgers, his life was saved.

You don't need to be forced by your master to poach unicorns in the Forbidden Forest anymore.

"That's right, can you ask Mr. Scamander for information about the three-headed dog?"

Blake was slightly surprised.

With such a direct question, he is almost defenseless against himself.

But it can also be said.

After all, Quirrell didn't know that Blake knew that there was a three-headed dog in that room on the fourth floor.

So, Quirrell even showed interest in the three-headed dog.

Without knowing that there is a three-headed dog on the fourth floor, it is impossible for Blake to be suspicious.

However, it is also a helpless move to ask Blake.

After all, this magical animal originating in Greece is too rare.

Therefore, there are not many materials about this animal in the library itself.

And...he didn't want to search the library for information about three-headed dogs with a lot of fanfare.

Snape, who has been staring at himself, must have noticed what information he checked.

That's almost the same as throwing yourself into a trap.

So, after occasionally hearing that Blake and Newt Scamander were getting close.

Quirrell turned his attention to Blake again.

Newt Scamander must have known about the three-headed dog.

If Blake asked, he wouldn't be suspicious at all.

I have to say, Quirrell's calculations are pretty good.

but.....…

Of course Blake wouldn't let him do that.

In other words, Blake didn't want Quirrell to give this crucial information!

"Three-headed dog! I happened to hear Mr. Scamander say something," Blake said.

"Really?!" Quirrell jumped up excitedly!

Of course, in the next second he knew that he had lost his composure. 28

"Um, sorry...... I've been looking for information for a long time, but I can't find it, so I'm a little over excited.

"That's right...but why are you looking for information about the three-headed dog?" Blake asked pretending to be curious.

Blake's question reassured Quirrell a lot.

No other questions, just asking myself why I am looking for information about three-headed dogs.

This at least proved that Blake really didn't know the secret of the room on the fourth floor.

In other words, there is no risk in asking him for information.

"Well, you know, I'm a Ravenclaw."

"After my last adventure, I've heard of the three-headed dog."

"But I don't know if what he said is true, so I want to find out if there is such an animal. What about the detailed information?"

"You know, I'm a Ravenclaw, and if I don't understand this, I can't even sleep well."

Blake nodded, "I see, I'll tell you now."

Then Blake began to tell the specific information about the three-headed dog.

Where is the place of origin, how many are born in one litter........

The more Quirrell listened, the more something went wrong.

Because Blake spoke in great detail. But he never talked about the point he was most interested in!

That's what the three-headed dog's weakness is.

But Blake was on the verge of a weakness every time. I will bypass this point and talk about other things right away!

As Quirrell listened, it was worse than being tickled through a boot!

In this way, Blake got several silver treasure chests here!

Finally, Quirrell couldn't take it anymore. He went straight to the question: "What should we do if...we encounter a trisolaran?"

After speaking, he leaned forward and looked at Blake expectantly.

Blake said: "If you meet a three-headed dog...run!"

"Huh?" Quirrell was caught off guard and nearly fell off his chair.

"Professor, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, it's all right, Jiongzi is a little bit broken...ahem...can you meet a three-headed dog?"

"I can't beat this thing again and again, of course I can only run..." Blake took it for granted.

"Then... what if you can't escape? Are you really waiting to die? There is no way at all?" Quirrell asked with some despair.

If he can't pass the three-headed dog Lu Wei, then he will not be able to complete the human task no matter what!

"Actually, it's not like..."

"What is it?" Quirrell perked up again.

Contributed another silver chest to Blake.

"It's like this. Every three-headed dog has different weaknesses. For some, when you dance in front of it, it will be afraid and retreat."

"For some, you have to take out specific herbs before it can escape..."

"Some more, you have to sing him a lullaby...  

"It's just that every three-headed hellhound has different weaknesses, you can't be sure!"

"So, once you meet a three-headed dog and you still can't escape, then you can only hit luck, and if you are lucky, you can live.

"Unlucky and wrong...then it will pounce on you without hesitation...and eat you alive!"

"So, if you meet a three-headed dog, if you can run, how far can you run?" y

This is of course Blake's nonsense, the three-headed dog has only one weakness, and that is music, it will fall asleep when it hears music...

But Quirrell didn't know! When he heard this, he couldn't help moaning in despair.

There are so many possibilities, if you choose wrong, you will die suddenly. Then how could he pass that three-headed dog? Could it be that he really wanted to gamble his life?

"Of course, if this is a tamed three-headed dog, then its owner must know its weaknesses.

When Quirrell heard this sentence, he immediately perked up again!

Yep! A wild three-headed dog would have to risk his life, but this is Hagrid's! Hagrid must know!

But......... This is back to the original problem.

Hagrid certainly wouldn't tell himself about the three-headed dog...

See Quirrell's distressed look. Blake rolled his eyes.

"Actually, Hagrid knows a lot about Fantastic Beasts. You can ask him for more detailed information. He knows a lot more than I do."

"After all, he is the favorite of this kind of particularly ferocious magical animal! He has always told me that he wanted to raise a fire dragon since he was a child.

After Blake finished speaking, he saw a thoughtful look on Quirrell's face.

He knew his words had worked.

Although he already has a transformed big black dragon. But of course, the more creatures like dragons, the better.

Although the dragons in this world are very weak, they are poached every day. Still, Blake believed it. If evolved. It must be able to turn decay into magic.

What? Will the dragon eggs be in Hagrid's hands by then?

What's the difference between Hagrid's and his Blake's?

Would Hagrid hide such a good thing from himself as a beast fellow? Of course not!

When the time comes, tame it as soon as it comes out of the shell! Directly face to face NTR!

Believe it or not Hagrid had to thank us in person!?

Bob's grades in Charms were not very satisfactory.

Because he is used to casting spells without a staff.

If he had a wand...

On the contrary, it can only have a negative effect.

And the spells in Africa are different from those here.

These factors come down.

It is quite difficult for his Charms to meet Professor Flitwick's standard.

"The wand is really useless." Bob threw his wand aside angrily.

"Who said that?!" Blake objected.

"Snapped!"

Blake slammed his large wand on the table on the spot.

"Wands don't work? Do you know how many people I've knocked out with this wand?"

"Hiss... so the wand is for knocking?"

Bob suddenly realized it! It seemed that the door to a new world had been opened.

"Of course!"

"Melee combat is the ultimate destiny of a mage!"

"What's the use of that wooden wand?"

Bob picked up his wand, "Then can I return it to Mr. Ollivander?"

"Well, that's not necessary, I just need to put armor on the wand!"

"Armor for wands? What a genius idea!" Bob exclaimed excitedly.

Bob thinks Blake's idea of ​​melee is just too much for him!

The spell itself is probably no match for most people.

But when it comes to close combat! Then he punches a little Karami!

At that time, as long as I have no staff to cast spells to defend, and then use melee combat, wouldn't that be invincible?!

"Let's take a look at the armor of this wand again...It's actually very simple, just wrap a layer of metal on the outside..."

"What shape is better? I think you can add a hammer head."

"Or, sharpened and turned into a Mitsubishi army thorn!?"

"Okay! Here are two more blood tanks!"

The excited discussion between the two directly annoyed Cassandra who was reading next to her.

"Are you looking for a wand, or a murder weapon!?"

"Is there a difference?" Blake said honestly.

To be honest, a wand in the hands of a wizard is really no different from a gun in the hands of a Muggle

The simple difference is that Muggle firearms can only be used to attack. In addition to attacking, the wizard's wand can also be used for other daily purposes.

Therefore, it is normal to strengthen one's weapon attack ability. Anyway, it does not affect the normal casting.

"But we usually don't need to fight!" Cassandra said unconvinced.

"Hiss...that's right, it's a bit too conspicuous when you're not fighting normally." Blake mused.

Then he clapped his hands.

"Yes!"

Blake took out a lot of props and started his own processing.

Fortunately, this is a secret base in the secret road.

If they were in the library, they would be kicked out by Mrs. Pince if they were so noisy.

However, being so troubled by Blake. Cassandra also lost interest in reading. She also ran to the side to watch Blake's operation.

"What are you doing?" Bob asked Blake.

But Blake was so engrossed that he didn't answer.

"He is doing alchemy, this is alchemy!"

Cassandra's eyes followed Blake's movements without blinking.

Recently, after finding out that Blake couldn't beat Blake in every subject.

Unwilling to admit defeat, she began to study alchemy again.

Delusion to catch up with Blake in subjects that this school does not have, and then win back.

B...

Well, when it comes to alchemy, Blake is more ferocious than any other subject...  

However, Cassandra was attracted by the charm of alchemy after such a research.

So, when I saw Blake doing it, I couldn't help watching it seriously.

…

Blake moves so fast! Even extracting metal.

Cassandra didn't even see what metal he was putting on the flames! He was already using the spell to shape it!

Even Cassandra, who has learned a little bit of fur, didn't understand it. Not to mention Bob next to him.

Bob's eyes were full of unknowing admiration.

Only five minutes have passed. A silver wand handle appeared in Blake's hand.

Made of metal, it looks and feels great.

Blake took Bob's wand and removed the original handle.

Reattached the wand handle I made myself.

"Take..."

Bob thinks the handle feels good in the hand.

However, he still felt it. If it's not a wand in your hand. Rather a sword, or even a stick. All are more comfortable than this flimsy wand.

Blake seemed to read his mind, "press the button on the handle of the wand.

Bob groaned, and found the button on the handle of his wand.

he pressed lightly

"Crack, click!"

On the wand handle, metal continued to spread out, and in an instant, it wrapped Bob's wand! And there was a small hammer head at the tip of the wand!

Bob waved his wand in surprise. Right now, it's just right!

See the weird look of that wand. Although Cassandra 150 felt a little dumbfounded. But still can't help admiring Blake's alchemy!

Although the function of this wand handle is a bit weird. However, from generating ideas to making finished products.

It only took five minutes! And without a single failure! Even the most critical blueprints don't need to be drawn in advance!

If this is put on those fifty or sixty-year-old alchemy masters, it is justified.

But Blake...he's only been in the wizarding world for a few months...

In just this little time, he can learn alchemy to this extent!

Cassandra has always been confident that she is not weak. Even Hermione, the top student, is not convinced. At most, I feel that the other party is very strong, so let's have a sympathy.

But only Blake.....that is suppressed in all directions! Since this person appeared in her sight. It's a completely unreasonable force!

Therefore, Cassandra, who has always been proud, can't be proud in front of Blake at all...

"Well...can you teach me alchemy?" Cassandra asked.

"Of course!" Blake said. "Bob, you go over there and play with your new hammer. Cassandra, come, sit down."

Blake stood up, and seated Cassandra in his previous work position.

"Show me one of your best alchemy props. Let me evaluate your level first." Blake said seriously.

Cassandra saw that Blake wasn't just playing it off. Immediately sat down happily.

She was also a little worried that this guy would slip away quietly like the last time he asked him to teach her how to fly!

Cassandra sat down at Blake's workbench and immediately began her alchemy.

She also wants to show her talent in front of Blake!

What she wants to make is an alchemy bracelet. The function of this bracelet is very simple, as long as you wear it, you can keep your body free from dust.

Because it is relatively simple to make. Therefore, it is generally a must-made item for beginners in alchemy.

Blake stood behind Cassandra and watched quietly. Because she doesn't want to fail, Cassandra is preoccupied.

Suddenly, Blake reached out and grabbed Cassandra's little hand.

Cassandra's body trembled, and the tweezers in her hands almost failed to grasp the metal she wanted to quench...

"Soak in cold water for twenty seconds before quenching." Blake said calmly.

"Oh..." Cassandra replied blushing, and corrected herself immediately.

Next, as long as Cassandra made a mistake, Blake would first hold down her little hand that made a mistake.

From Blake's point of view, something like alchemy, almost, will fail.

If you stop talking, it may be too late. It's better to move faster. Hold hands first, then explain, it will be very timely.

But I don't know why, since the first shot to stop her from making a mistake. Cassandra's error rate has skyrocketed......

"Wow..." The secret door was opened.

As soon as Hermione walked in, she saw Blake holding Cassandra's little hand and whispering something.

And Cassandra nodded with a blushing face, letting Blake grab her...

"What are you doing?!" Hermione said angrily. .