Chapter 101: A Gryffindor Who Never Swims At Night?(1)
March 8
"..."
"I'm definitely going to be expelled!"
This was what Hermione was thinking at this very moment.
She was guarding the door of the common room at night.
All she wanted was to persuade Harry, Ron, and the others.
Asking them not to risk going out.
If they were caught,
Then the points that she had earned for their house, Gryffindor, would all be deducted.
But when she tried to persuade them, it was to no avail as the boys decided to go back to the agreed meeting place.
Hermione couldn't go back.
She could only follow Harry and the others.
Because she didn't want to stay where she was.
Then she would be caught by a professor or worse, Filch who was on night patrol …
As for Neville after he healed his wrist,
When he came back, he forgot the password to the House,
So he could only lie outside the door.
So he just joined them in a daze.
Then, what they waited for them at the duel location was not Malfoy as agreed.
It was Filch and his cat!
Obviously, it was just as Blake said.
Malfoy told Filch about them coming out tonight.
He wanted Filch to catch Harry and the others.
Then when they realised what was happening, they panicked and ran.
They ran all the way to the strange room on the fourth floor.
Then they met a terrifying three-headed dog.
After escaping again with great difficulty.
But they didn't expect to meet Filch again.
The worst thing was.
Hermoine even fell down!
She wanted to struggle up.
But.
The sharp pain from her ankle told her.
She couldn't run away …
"Whoosh."
However, just as Hermione was imagining himself being fired, a voice suddenly rang out.
She suddenly found herself being picked up by someone!
Then, the classroom door was completely pushed open.
Filch rushed out with an oil lamp.
"It's over!
There is no time to hide!"
However, Filch's behaviour left Hermione scratching her head.
The person who was holding her was clearly standing in front of Filch with her.
But Filch acted as if he couldn't see anything.
Then Filch cursed as he held the oil lamp.
He chased in the direction where Harry, Ronald, and Neville escaped.
Hermione looked at this scene in disbelief.
She didn't understand what was going on.
"Can you walk?" a familiar voice asked.
The sky was too dark.
Hermione couldn't see the face of the person hugging her.
But this was a familiar voice.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"Blake … I …"
"It's fine. Let's go hide in the Room of Requirements first."
"Blake, you … why are you here?"
"And why can't Filch see us?"
Only then did Hermione realize.
She was in Blake's arms.
Her entire body was covered in a layer of gauze-like cloth.
Because this layer of cloth was too transparent.
That was why she hadn't noticed it before.
"This is not the place to talk."
"We will talk when we get there."
Blake said helplessly.
Although he did not want to interfere with Dumbledore's test for the Savior,
He did not want to see Hermione get expelled or lose a lot of points.
After all, Hermione was not just his friend,
But also an assistant that he thought highly of.
Furthermore, she could have escaped tonight.
It was only because Madam Noris had sensed his presence.
That was why they were almost caught.
In the end, Hermione stepped on her instep and sprained her ankle.
So Blake had to make a move.
Blake was very strong.
Hermione's light body was in his hands.
She didn't feel heavy at all.
She waited until Blake carried her up the stairs.
Hermione came back to her senses …
Blake was carrying her!
Hermione felt that her cheeks were burning …
The Room of Requirements.
As the door closed behind him.
Blake's shoulders shook.
The levitation cloak removed its invisibility state.
Then it instantly changed back to the appearance of the school uniform robe.
Hermione looked at Blake's school uniform in shock.
However, she also knew that now was not the time to ask this question.
Blake ignored the system prompt.
He bypassed the shed where the poisonous tentacles were planted then he came to the wooden house for rest.
He put Hermione, who was in his arms, on a chair in front of the wooden house.
Then he squatted down.
He looked at her ankle carefully.
It was not a big problem.
It was just a slight sprain.
Blake's healing spell could solve this injury.
Blake pulled out his wand.
"It may hurt a little."
Hermione nodded.
"Recover as before!"
"Crack!"
Hermione's bones made a crisp sound.
"Ouch!"
Hermione was tearing up from the pain.
"Okay.
Try it now and see if it still hurts.
Blake pulled out a chair and sat down.
Hermione stood up tentatively.
Then she took a few steps.
She found that her ankle, which was in excruciating pain, was completely healed.
"You … How did you do it …?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"I studied the healing spells a little just before school started.
I said it when I was teaching Malfoy a lesson on the train."
Hermione said in surprise, "I thought you were just scaring him …"
Hermione always thought that Blake used some kind of little magic like camouflage.
To scare Malfoy and the other two.
She did not know until now that Blake was telling the truth …
He could really beat up Malfoy and the other two and then he could heal them.
"Alright … Tell me, what happened to you guys tonight?
Blake asked first.
"I … I just wanted to stop them …"
Hermione told him everything that had happened that night.
She also emphasized the strange room.
The huge monster they encountered.
Blake asked calmly, "What did the monster look like?"
"Hmm... It's a dog with three heads."
"And it was super big!"
Speaking of the monster.
Hermione was still scared.
She would rather face Filch.
She did not want to face that monster again.
When Blake heard this he pretended to be surprised.
After a while, he said seriously.
"You are very lucky to be able to escape alive tonight!
According to what you have said,
That monster was clearly a three-headed dog!
When this monster gets serious, it can even fight with a fire dragon.
You guys … are not even enough to fill the gaps between its teeth."
Hermione shuddered.
She was obviously scared by Blake.
"Do you not remember?
When school started, Professor Dumbledore said it."
Blake straightened up and imitated Dumbledore's tone.
"Those who don't want to encounter accidents and die a painful death, please don't enter the corridor on the right of the fourth floor."
Hermione looked at Blake in surprise.
She had been running for her life.
Therefore, she did not notice that she had bumped into the Cerberus.
It was in the corridor on the right of the fourth floor.
Hermione asked curiously, "But … how did you know that we accidentally went to the corridor on the right of the fourth floor …"
"Are you stupid?
I saw you running out of there! "
"But … Why were you in that place?"
Chapter 102: A Gryffindor Who Never Swims At Night?(2)
March 9
Blake picked up a book from the chair.
"I was here reading and taking care of my babies."
"When it's time, I will naturally go back to sleep."
"I did not expect to bump into you guys."
Hermione suddenly remembered.
"I remember that Filch was in that room!"
"That classroom door … was closed by you?!"
"Who else do you think it was?" Blake sneered.
Hermione recalled how Filch acted as if he couldn't see them.
"You … have an Invisibility Cloak?"
"Something like that," Blake said.
"You have been staying in Room of Requirements until so late every night."
"If you don't have any tricks up your sleeve, what if you get caught?"
Hermione curled her lips.
"I really do not know why you guys like to violate the school rules so much …"
Blake laughed.
"I'm Hufflepuff, so be it."
"But you're a Gryffindor."
"How can a Gryffindor who hasn't gone for a night swim be called a Gryffindor?"
In his impression.
There were only a few Gryffindors who had not gone out for a night swim.
Even Mr. Weasley when he was in school.
He took Mrs. Weasley out on a date in the middle of the night.
Hermione rolled his eyes at Blake.
But … ….
"Thank you, Blake. It's all thanks to you tonight that I did not get into trouble."
Recalling what happened tonight.
Hermione felt a little guilty.
Blake had an Invisibility Cloak.
He could have stayed out of it.
But when he saw that she was almost caught.
He risked being exposed and saved her.
"You are welcome, Hermione. Are we not friends?
Just as you don't want to see me get expelled.
I also do not want to see you get expelled either."
Hermione felt a surge of gratitude.
"But … don't you think it's strange?"
"What?" Blake asked.
"This is a school!
But they put such a dangerous monster in the school …
Are they not afraid that something bad will happen?
By the way … when I left,
I think I saw a trapdoor under the three-headed dog's feet!
I'm guessing that it must be guarding something important!"
Blake calmly picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Maybe, but … this is Professor Dumbledore's business.
It has nothing to do with us.
Do you want some tea?"
Hermione took the cup of tea and took a big sip.
She had been running all night.
So of course she had been thirsty for a long time.
She put down the empty teacup.
"But … aren't you curious?"
Blake smiled and shook his head.
Then he poured her another cup of tea.
Blake had known about it for a long time.
What was he to be curious about?
In the Gryffindor common room, Harry and the others breathed heavily.
They all stumbled into the common room.
Then they collapsed into the armchairs, trembling all over.
For a while, no one spoke.
Neville sprawled on the armchair.
He looked like he was going to …
He would never speak again.
"What do they want to do?
Why would they keep such a dangerous monster in the school? "
After Ron caught his breath, he immediately asked his question.
But no one had an answer.
Harry sensed that something was wrong.
But after they caught their breath for a while …
They realized that it was too quiet …
At this time, Hermione would never let go of this opportunity to make sarcastic remarks and scold them!
Harry asked with a trembling voice.
"Where's Hermione?"
Ron looked around and then looked at Harry helplessly.
"I think we … left her there …"
The three of them remembered that Filch was there.
"Do you think … she's been caught?" Harry suddenly felt guilty.
He thought that Hermione was a busybody.
She was annoying.
Although they had indeed made a mistake in this matter.
But if Hermione is here, then …
There was no way Harry would get it wrong.
But now …
If Hermione was caught because of them …
And then expelled …
Harry felt that he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
Ron said, "Will she rat us out?"
Harry looked at Ron with dissatisfaction.
He saw Harry's gaze.
Ron started to feel a little guilty.
He should not have said that.
It was not very nice of him.
"I just hope that she can escape …"
Harry thought about it for a while.
Then he suddenly stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"I … maybe she hasn't been caught yet."
"Let's go out now. Maybe we can find her."
Harry felt that his conscience couldn't bear the condemnation.
Ron said helplessly, "What's the point of looking for her now?"
"If she's already been caught, and you go, you will only be caught one more time …"
"If she hasn't been caught … you don't have to worry, right?"
The scene fell into silence once again.
After a long while.
Harry stood up again.
"I … I'd better go and look for her."
"If she's caught …"
"She went out at night because of us."
"I have to explain this to the professors."
"Or else …"
Ron sighed helplessly.
"Then I'll go too."
At this moment, Neville, who had been silent all this while, slowly raised his hand.
"I … Count me in."
The trio could not bear the torment of their conscience.
In the end, they decided to look for Hermione together.
But when they reached the end of the circular passage.
The door suddenly opened.
Hermione was standing outside the door.
Blake stood behind her.
"You … You did not get caught?" Harry asked in surprise.
"If it wasn't for Blake … Forget it … Let's go in first."
Hermione turned to Blake and said, "Thank you so much for tonight … Be careful on the way back.
Blake smiled and nodded.
"It's nothing."
With a wave of his hand, he covered himself with his cloak.
Blake's figure completely disappeared in front of them.
Harry and Ron stared at the place where Blake magically disappeared, dumbfounded.
His mouth was so wide that a duck egg could be stuffed in it.
Neville rubbed his eyes frantically.
He wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes tonight.
Blake, who had just turned invisible and hadn't gone far.
He looked at the three golden treasure chests with satisfaction.
"Hmm … Not bad.
Tonight's work wasn't in vain. "
Back in the common room.
Harry, Ron, and Neville.
They had just experienced the torment of their conscience.
So now that they saw that Hermione wasn't caught.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
They even felt that she wasn't so annoying anymore.
At least, if she hadn't taken Harry's wand tonight.
And unlocked the door.
They would have been caught by Filch.
Even if there was a three-headed dog hiding behind the door …
"You … You left me there!"
"...
After talking to Blake for a while.
Hermione didn't feel so angry now.
"I hope you learned your lesson …"
"I told you Malfoy can't be trusted."
With that, Hermione went back to sleep.
Harry and the other two looked at each other.
After a while.
Harry suddenly said, "I suddenly feel that she's become cuter.
"That's because she didn't curse just now?" Ronald said.
Harry shrugged.
"So … Blake saved her?
And … Who can tell me?
How can Blake suddenly disappear? "
Hermione had already gone to sleep.
No one could give her an answer.
"Tsk … I can't sleep tonight …"
"Me too … f**k."
Chapter 103: Application Of Ancient Runes! Magic Version Of The Spell!(1)
March 11
"System, synthesize all the treasure chests available …"
Early the next morning,
Blake came to the Room of Requirements.
After he took care of those magical plants.
He sat on a chair and drank tea while organizing the treasure chests in the system space.
Today was Friday so there were only two potion classes all day.
Early in the morning, Gryffindor and Slytherin had the first potion class together while Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were in the afternoon.
So today, Blake had a free morning.
But it was also because of this reason that Hermione and Cassandra did not have time to come over in the morning to tend to the plants.
After Blake synthesized all the treasure chests, the system space that was originally full now only had
Three diamond treasure chests and two gold treasure chests left.
There was only one silver treasure chest left.
Blake nodded in satisfaction.
In a few days, he had accumulated three diamond treasure chests.
The speed was still very fast.
He resisted the temptation to open the diamond treasure chests now.
He closed the system space.
Then, he began the reading session for today.
"Stab!"
Blake helplessly watched the parchment in his hand burn to ashes.
Beside him.
It was filled with ancient Runic books that were moved out of the library.
At this moment, he had already unpacked his suitcase.
He had read and mastered all the knowledge about ancient Runes.
And his ancient Runes skill had also broken through from beginner mastery to intermediate mastery!
Because of this,
Now he was able to confirm.
The ancient Runic language was indeed a language with magical power!
So Blake began the experiment that he had imagined before.
It was an experiment to see if he could turn the ancient magic into Magic scrolls and seals.
Writing it on paper and sealing their magical power on the paper.
When he was about to use "seven-four-seven".
[AN//: 747 is a lucky number in China]
Then, he threw out the paper that sealed the ancient Runic.
It was like a magic scroll.
Of course, to be more graphic.
It was more like a talisman paper or even a seal of some sort…
It was just a preliminary attempt.
But then he realized that it was not that simple.
If these ancient Runes were just drawn on paper, they would not be activated.
It would be just like those ancient Runes recorded in books.
However, to activate these ancient Runes.
Blake would need to infuse some magical power into them.
...
No matter how many times Blake tried.
Once these ancient Runic were activated by magical power, they would immediately show their power.
Just like an ancient Rune that he had just written on the parchment.
This ancient Rune only had one meaning.
That was "Fire".
Blake had just activated this ancient Runic.
The parchment was instantly ignited.
Blake didn't have time to seal it.
"What will happen when … I seal it first and then activate it?"
However, when Blake did this.
He found that he could not transfer his magical power.
No magic was channelled in to activate the ancient runes.
Then this ancient Rune would be useless.
Blake pondered for a while.
"If that's the case.
Then I have to start with the raw materials.
And the parchment was still too weak.
It could not bear the full power.
Even if he had a way to seal the ancient rune on parchment,
He would not be able to do so,
Because Once the seal was activated and it was time to use it,
The parchment probably would not reach its target yet before being destroyed.
Because its body could no longer withstand the magic of these ancient Runes.
While Blake was still pondering over the situation.
The door of the Room of Requirements was opened.
Hermione and Cassandra walked in.
Cassandra's expression was relaxed.
But Hermione did not look very happy.
Blake put down the pen and paper in his hand.
He didn't expect it to already be noon.
Seeing them like this.
Blake thought for a while.
He immediately understood what was going on.
"What's wrong?"
"Did Professor Snape deduct Gryffindor's points?"
"And … he provoked Harry?"
As soon as Blake finished speaking.
He heard the system prompt.
[Ding!
Two waves of shock were detected. ]
[Ding!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining two silver treasure chests. ]
Blake smiled slightly.
Hermione and Cassandra both looked at Blake in shock.
"How did you even know?"
"Didn't you stay in the Room of Requirements this whole morning?"
Blake smiled and said, "It was just a lucky guess."
"A lucky guess?
I don't believe it.
Did you secretly watch us in class? "
Cassandra asked as she crossed her arms.
She could not believe it.
"It's okay if you don't believe me."
"Then tell me, how did you guess?" Cassandra asked unhappily.
Blake picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
He said slowly,
"It's very simple, Cassandra."
"I heard that Professor Snape disliked Gryffindor the most."
"And I've long noticed that he often stares at Harry Potter."
"Every time that happens, his expression would be very complicated. Most of the time, it would be resentment, but more often than not …"
"Today, Gryffindor and the freshmen of his own house attended his class for the first time."
"I guessed that he was very likely to find fault with them."
"But I wasn't sure yet."
"Until … I saw Hermione's expression just now."
Cassandra put down her arms.
"Your inference makes sense …"
"Thinking about it carefully, today was really strange."
"Professor Snape's questions about Harry Potter were a bit out of the syllabus."
Hermione nodded.
"It was the knowledge far later in the syllabus
I've read it and memorized it …
But!
I raised my hand for so long, but he did not let me answer.
He even asked me to sit down, as if he felt that by raising my hand, I was hindering him from finding fault with Harry.
Blake smiled and said, "You are right, Hermione.
He just wants to find fault with Harry.
The way he looked at Harry didn't look like he liked him.
It's not an exaggeration to say that he hates him.
"When you guys are eating, just pay attention to the way Snape looks at Harry.
Cassandra said in disbelief, "No way, he's a professor."
"Besides, what reason does he have to hate … uh, hate Harry Potter?"
Blake shook his head. "Who knows?
Anyway, there's no hatred for no reason.
Maybe … he was bullied by Harry's father when he was in school."
Blake saw that Hermione was still unhappy.
"Hermione, when you attend Snape's class in the future, don't think about behaviour like you do in the other classes.
Don't actively answer questions.
If Snape hates Gryffindor, it's hard for him to give you extra points.
Not only is it hard to give extra points, but it's also easy for him to seize the opportunity to deduct points.
"Anyway, I don't plan to earn points from him anymore."
Hermione sighed. She felt the same way.
"Okay … I won't raise my hand in his class in the future."
Cassandra didn't say anything about this.
Even though Snape was the dean of Slytherin.
She also felt that he wasn't as fair as Professor McGonagall.
"Did you stay in the Room of Requirements for the whole morning?"
Chapter 104: Application Of Ancient Runes! Magic Version Of The Spell!(2)
March 11
Blake nodded.
"Yes, because alchemy requires some ancient knowledge such as the Runic language.
So I had to do some research on ancient runes."
Cassandra and Hermione looked at the ancient Magic books that were scattered all over the floor.
"This is what you meant by a little research?"
"Did you misunderstand the word 'a little'?"
Blake said casually, "I just did a little research.
I only flipped through these books once.
Oh … if you only flipped through them once …"
"It doesn't mean much if you flip through them once. There are a lot of ancient runes that you have to memorize."
Cassandra knew a little about ancient runes.
Blake said, "Yeah, there are a lot of ancient runes with magic, but there are also a lot of ancient runes without magic.
I was only able to discern this after flipping through these books.
But … I found something interesting.
Some ancient runes with magic and some ancient runes without magic.
Once they combine, they can double the power of the ancient runic with magic!"
Blake's bright eyes suddenly dimmed.
"Unfortunately, for the ancient runes with magic, even the most basic language.
The power it emits it's not something that can be carried by ordinary things.
Like the ancient rune with fire.
For the time being, he couldn't even find the materials to seal it.
Not to mention other ancient words that could enhance the power of the word 'fire'."
Cassandra and Hermione were confused and didn't know what Blake meant.
"Wait … Isn't the ancient Runic language used to translate ancient documents?"
So what do you mean by magic power?"
Blake shook his head. "You're wrong, Cassandra. Ancient Runes were widely used in alchemy.
This means that the ancient Runic language isn't any ordinary language.
It really does have magic.
If you don't believe me, look …
Blake took out a piece of parchment that he had cut earlier.
Then, he picked up a pen and wrote an ancient Runic on it.
"Take it."
Cassandra held the parchment.
"And then?"
"Input some of your magic power."
"Uh … How do I inject my magical power?" Cassandra asked curiously.
Blake scratched his head. Only then did he remember.
Nowadays, wizards only use magic wands to cast spells …
Few people directly inject their magical power into other items.
Except for the alchemists among the wizards.
So it was not surprising that Cassandra didn't know.
"Well … You hold the parchment and imagine that it's your wand.
"You should remember what it feels like when you cast spells with your wand.
"Now you apply that feeling to this parchment."
Cassandra nodded.
"When you cast spells with your wand, you first have to focus … Focus on the wand, oh … Now focus on the parchment, and then recite the spell.
Cassandra had just focused on the parchment.
She didn't have time to think about what spell to use.
"Rip!"
The parchment started to burn!
"Ah!"
Cassandra was so scared that she dropped the burning parchment.
She watched in shock as it burned to ashes.
Once again, Blake silently accepted the two silver treasure chests that Cassandra and Hermione contributed.
Then he explained, "See, when you focus on this piece of parchment, you will pour your magic power into it.
"If it's a normal writing, then nothing will happen.
"But … that ancient Rune word means' fire '.
When it's activated by your magical power, it naturally burns immediately.
"So … Any book that records the ancient rune.
The cover must be enchanted with a spell to isolate the magical power present.
It's to prevent the person reading the book from being too focused and accidentally injecting magical power into it.
And exploding the ancient runes in the book. "
Cassandra and Hermione looked at Blake in shock.
Hermione asked cautiously, "Books … Explode?"
They really didn't expect the ancient rune to have such power.
Blake smiled.
Then he said, "I originally learned the ancient rune just to study alchemy.
"But I suddenly realized.
This ancient Runic language seems to be no less interesting than alchemy. "
Hermione and Cassandra rolled their eyes at the same time.
Why would you care about something that could explode at any time?
And you call it interesting?
"I have an idea …"
Blake ignored the two and then told them about his idea of turning the ancient runes into something similar to a magic scroll.
"But … What's the use of this?"
"If we want to use magic, can't we just chant the spell?"
Hermione was puzzled.
Blake said, "Well, what if you lose your wand?
What if you can't chant the spell?
Or what if there are too many enemies and you're outnumbered?"
Hermione and Cassandra fell into deep thought.
So Blake continued, "If I succeed in making these things similar to 'magic scrolls,' then … As long as I carry a part of it with me.
I can perfectly solve these problems.
"As for how to carry them, we can make these scrolls smaller.
Wizards can even carry such heavy currency like gold coins with them. Naturally, they can also carry a small amount of self-defence scrolls with them."
Blake thought of carrying them with him.
Then he couldn't help but pull his thoughts back to the material that contained the ancient rune.
Parchment was the first choice.
The cost was low, and he could have as much as he wanted.
But … it couldn't withstand the power at all.
Suddenly, he remembered the method he had just taught Cassandra how to inject magical power.
'Using it as a wand? ...'
"Hiss … Yes!"
Blake left the two girls who were staring at each other with their eyes wide open.
He ran straight into the wooden house.
After a while.
Blake came out with a big package.
It was during breakfast in the morning.
It was delivered by his Eagle-owl.
It wasn't his eagle owl.
Other owls might not even be able to lift it!
Blake opened the heavy package.
He saw a large piece of wood lying quietly in the package.
It was a large piece of walnut wood.
Originally, Blake had planned to buy it to make a wand in his spare time.
But now …
It seemed to have a better use!
As everyone knew.
Wood that could be made into a wand.
It had its own magical power.
In other words …
Blake's mind suddenly flashed.
He might not need to inject magical power into the ancient rune to activate it!
He just needed to find a way to trigger the magical power of the material to activate it!
In that case …
He just needed to seal the magical power of the material itself!
He could do it if he wanted to!
Blake first scraped a small piece of the walnut wood with a carving knife.
Then he cast a spell to seal the weak magical power on it.
Then he engraved the ancient rune that represented "fire" on it.
Then, after Blake unlocked the magical seal.
He directly threw the small piece of wood out!
After the small piece of wood flew out in the air for a while.
"Whoosh!" It caught fire!
Blake said with a smile.
"Ha!
It feels a bit like a grenade! "
Chapter 105-Snape: Do I Need A Reason To Deduct Points?!(1)
March 12
Hermione and Cassandra looked surprised again. Judging from the small piece of wood that Blake threw out, it proved that his conjecture was correct.
That the small piece of wood was different from the parchment in Cassandra's hand. The parchment had begun to burn as soon as magic was injected and the small piece of wood only began to burn after a while!
This only proved one thing. Blake successfully solved the core problem of the magic scrolls and that was delaying the explosion!
It seemed that if the idea of the magic scroll was to be realized. It would evolve and become a much simpler way of offensive confrontation.
Hermione and Cassandra were surprised and frankly a little bit impressed. Apart from Blake's wonderful idea of making magic scrolls and his terrifying research speed, this guy seemed to have only talked to the two of them for a while then he had an inspiration and this problem was solved.
To top it off, Blake thought it was not a big deal. He seemed to have only started to study the idea of the magic scroll today. In just a short morning where they were to have two Magic Potions classes.
Blake not only had a new idea but he also succeeded in experimenting on it and actualizing it.
When Blake heard the system prompt sound in his mind, he could not help but glance gleefully at Hermione and Cassandra.
"Why are you so surprised? This was just an experiment with the various applications of Runes.
{AN//: The original translation of Niven is close to runes that's why I was a bit confused}
It is just a small experiment."
Cassandra took a deep breath and said, "A small experiment? Do you know how ridiculous you are? If you can really make a finished product with this magic scroll, then your achievement will definitely not be lower than your achievement of cultivating a mutant magical plant!
You have just started the experiment today, right? But you've already succeeded in more than half of it!"
Blake just shook his head and replied, "It's too early to say that I've succeeded in more than half of the concept. Although using walnut wood as a carrier can indeed solve the problem, its actual cost is really expensive. Which is still far from my previous idea of cheap and practical use.
"Hmm … How can I lower the cost of this magic scroll?"
Cassandra and Hermione saw that Blake was going to enter the research state again for 30 minutes. Without prior consultation, they dragged him to his feet.
"Stop researching! If you don't go eat now, you will not get a chance later. Don't forget, you still have a potions class in the afternoon. I am sure you don't want Professor Snape to find trouble with you if you're late, right?"
Blake was pulled back to the cruel reality.
"Tsk … It is inevitable that Professor Snape will look for trouble with me. It seems like even if I'm not late, I will not avoid it."
Blake remembered that he had offended that Old Bat before in Bumbledore's office. He had already anticipated that he would be put in a difficult spot during the afternoon class. He was mentally prepared for it.
"Okay, I will go to eat."
"Ah, I really envy you guys. You guys don't even have classes in the afternoon so you will be free."
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The second Potions class involving Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in the afternoon started at 1: 30.
Blake felt that this was really unreasonable. At half past one, under normal circumstances, it would still be time for a nap. Yet, he had to use it for such a boring Potions class.
A boring class, with Professor Snape who would be a headache, in the afternoon was just a recipe for disaster. The only thing that would make this bearable is if he gets a ton of chests.
After Blake finished eating, he packed up all the potioneering tools and textbooks. He then hurried to Snape's underground classroom. The underground classroom was much cooler than the main building of the castle above.
This was because there were many strange specimens placed along the wall. The strange thing was, in such a ghastly place, it could even be said to be a somewhat terrifying environment.
But weirdly enough, Blake actually felt a little comfortable. But overall he felt that he must be sick.
At exactly half past one, the door to the underground classroom was opened with a bang. Professor Snape's long black cloak trailed behind him.
He walked in quickly. It was like a black bat flying on the ground. He stood on the podium. Then, he used his unique sharp gaze to scan the entire class.
Then, his gaze paused on Blake. Blake's heart skipped a beat.
'Well, he is definitely looking for trouble.' Blake concluded.
Snape picked up a name list. Then he began his roll call.
"Hannah Abbott...."
"...."
"...."
… Blake Green. "
"Here, professor." Blake raised his hand expressionlessly.
Snape's gaze fell on Blake's face.
"Oh … Yes, Mr. Green."
"A good student who is deeply trusted by Professor Dumbledore. I would like to see what kind of ability you have. How can you get the principal's attention?"
The little wizards who had already heard of Snape's personality looked at Blake with a worried expression. Obviously. Blake would unfortunately be the subject of today's class.
Snape focused on the poor guy who was going to be difficult. It was just like what they had heard during lunch. Just like Harry Potter who was being picked on in the morning, Blake would suffer the same fate.
After Snape finished his roll call, he looked at the entire class again.
"Maybe some of you aren't that stupid and have already previewed the textbook before the class started. What I want to say is Potion concoction is a precise science and a strict craft.
Because there's no foolishly waving a magic wand here, many of you won't believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to really understand the magic behind the slow-simmering cauldron. It is a wonderful place that emits white smoke and fragrances."
When Blake listened to Snape's eternal monologue opening speech, he complained in his heart.
'Although he said it nicely, why did it sound like he was comparing it to cooking? What slow simmering … Fragrances. Aaah! It is true!
This was just like cooking a big bowl of rice! Hmm … Blake suddenly remembered. He had not eaten rice for many years."
Just as Blake started to get distracted and think about going and getting some rice, he had a voice.
"Green!" Snape suddenly shouted.
Blake was stunned for a while before he remembered that Snape was calling him.
In fact, it had been a long time since someone called him by his last name. Since Blake was loved by all the teachers, even the usually serious Professor McGonagall, they all called him Blake affectionately using his first name in class.
"Are you distracted?" Snape said coldly.
"Come on … Tell me, what were you thinking about just now? Share it with the whole class."
Snape looked like he was all ears but everyone knew, he was ready to pick on him.