Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"You actually don't need to tell me this.

"You can talk to my parents."

Blake is getting closer and closer.

Cassandra couldn't help it anymore.

Blake rubbed his nose slightly embarrassed.

"Um...your father and I have a little misunderstanding."

"I think it would be better if I let you help me transform my skills.

Cassandra remembered her father's attitude towards Blake and had no choice but to give up.

It would be bad if these two people clashed again.

"As for the Delacour family... I will find someone to talk to Mr. Delacour.

Now Blake is no longer a polished commander who has to do everything himself.

Although most of the newly recruited subordinates are mentally ill.

But there are still normal people.

Cassandra glanced at the somewhat messy big bed in the room.

"You're going to sleep here at night?"

“Well…I usually go to bed very late.

"I was a little worried about going back late and disturbing my roommates, so I just rested here."

Blake looked at his watch.

"It's quite late now, how about... you can sleep here too tonight.

"Nervous! Who wants to sleep with you! I'm going back!"

Cassandra raised her leg and stomped Blake hard.

Blake looked confused, "Huh? I think what I said is... I want you to rest here tonight to think about the "four major things""

"I didn't seem to say that I would be with you... so what...?"

After hearing this, Cassandra thought about the conversation just now and immediately realized that she had misunderstood.

For a moment, I was so embarrassed that I was almost speechless.

Kassandra's face was so red that she almost bled.

Blake coughed twice.

"Ahem...I'll take you back."

"Hmm..." Cassandra responded softly.

Blake drew it casually.

A dimensional door appeared directly.

On the other side of the door is the entrance to the Slater Green Common Room.

"Good night."

"Night...Good night..."

Cassandra covered her face and rushed out......

Even after getting into bed, Cassandra's face was still red.

"I really...how could I hear it wrong? It's really...it's so embarrassing!"

"Dobby! Take this money! Go to Green's Potions Store tomorrow and buy me that life-extending potion!"

"I don't want the three gold galleons a bottle, I want the fifteen hundred gold galleons a bottle that was advertised in the newspaper!"

"You'd better buy it for me, otherwise, I'll strangle you to death!"

"Yes! Dobby will definitely......definitely get it!"

"bump!"

The door was slammed shut.

Dobby sobbed, using his scarred hands.

Put away the purse Lucius Malfoy left behind.

Lately, he's been thinking about what Blake said to him that day.

So I have always been a little absent-minded.

Even my dinner was burnt today.

This resulted in an unprecedented violent beating.

He was almost beaten to death by Lucius.

"Ah... Dobby wants to be free so much... Dobby wants to be free so much..."

"Ugh! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

...but...Dobby really doesn't want to live like this anymore..."

Dobby shakily took a small bottle of potion from his pocket.

This is exactly what Blake handed him that day.

He still remembered what Blake said.

Drink this potion and he might be free.

But... it's also possible to die.

"If you can be free... Dobby, be willing to take risks..."

Tonight's severe beating made Dobby determined.

He didn't hesitate this time.

Instead, he opened the potion bottle directly and drank the potion in one gulp...

Ackerman Allen was appointed by Blake as the acting store manager of Green's Potion Store.

Because he thinks that Allen only needs to put on a black wizard robe and dye his hair black.

Almost the same as Snape......

Anyway, at first glance, it looks like he is very good at brewing potions...

As for Church Wright, the fat man who always smiles, he was sent to France by Blake.

Meet with the Delacour family to discuss cooperation matters.

The rest of the people were all left in the store by Blake to help.

Even his own house elf, Baker, was left behind by Blake.

It turns out.

Blake made the right decisions.

Early the next morning.

When the time came to nine o'clock.

Bode had just opened the store door.

I was startled by the crowd of people standing waiting in the dark outside!

Wait until the store door is fully opened.

Everyone rushed in...

Fortunately, Tonks arrived shortly afterwards with a team of Aurors to maintain order.

This did not cause a stampede...

Five thousand bottles of the diluted version of the life-extending magic potion, and twenty bottles of the pure life-extending potion.

Just thirty minutes after opening the store, it was sold out!

Until an hour later.

It was finally confirmed that the potions in the store had been completely sold out.

Had no choice but to leave.

Wait until Green Magic Store closes at the speed of light.

There are still many people coming in a steady stream

Inside Green's Potion Store.

Everyone collapsed on the ground without any image.

Although I got off work after working for an hour and a half.

B......

This is so tiring...

Bode looked out the window at the crowd still waiting reluctantly.

It's a pity.

"If we could get more potions..."

Old Repp smoked his pipe and shook his head.

"No, it's very reasonable to buy this amount in one day."

"Blake said, this is called hunger marketing.

"Don't you allow these people who bought the potion to experience the magic of this potion?"

“When they realize the benefits, it will take time to spread the positive feedback.

"At that time, we will slowly expand our inventory...

Bode nodded, "That's it..."

"Okay, let's go back after everyone packs up... We still have to prepare for the opening of the store tomorrow."

Old Lepp directed everyone to pack up the store and prepare to go back.

They only do it for a few days.

Wait until the cooperation with the Delacour family is officially launched.

They don't have to work so hard.

Of course there will be people who will help them do all this work.

"Dobby! Where is my potion?!"

Lucius Malfoy kicked open the kitchen door.

He heard that Green's potion stores were closed.

But Dobby had not yet sent him his potion.

So he came to see Dobby.

Just, when the kitchen door was opened.

Lucius saw his wife Narcissa squatting on the ground.

And Dobby...

"Idiot! You're actually still lazy and sleeping in!?"

Lucius picked up his cane and was about to beat Dobby.

However, Narcissa stopped him.

"That's enough! Lucius! Look at the good things you've done!"

Narcissa pointed to the unconscious Dobby on the ground.

"You must have beaten him too hard yesterday!"

"So he's sick today!"

"No matter how I call, he is still asleep...

Lucius said angrily: "Even if he is sick, he still has to complete the master's mission!"

"Okay, if Dobby dies, do you want me to cook for you?" Narcissa said dissatisfied.

Lucius's anger was immediately extinguished by Narcissa...

There was only one house elf in their family, Dobby.

If Dobby had died of illness.

That would be a bit difficult to handle.

"He doesn't look like he's alive. You'd better go to St. Mungo's and find a therapist."

Narcissa tells Lucius to get a healer.

"You want me to be a filthy little elf healer for him?"

"Huh... This kind of creature has always had a strong vitality. If you leave it there, it will get better on its own.

"Okay... Since that's the case, let's go out for dinner tonight."

Lucius pulled Narcissa out of the kitchen.

Before leaving, he glanced at Dobby, who was still sleeping on the ground.

He decided that when Dobby recovered from his illness, he would give him a good lesson!

However, Lucius's plan failed.

Dobby never recovered!

He remained in a trance.

No matter how much Lucius beats or scolds him.

Dobby didn't respond either.

If not there is still a little bit of weak breathing.

Lucius thought this guy was dead.

Finally, unwilling to lose his property - a house elf.

Therefore, Lucius had to write to St. Mungo's and call a therapist to treat Dobby.

After the therapist finished his diagnosis.

He looked at Lucius with regret.

"Mr. Malfoy, even if it is a tool, you cannot use it so roughly..."

"This house elf...is beyond hope now."

Lucius frowned, "It's hopeless? Just because I beat him up?"

The therapist pondered and said: "That's not true. It's just that he was already sick. A terminal disease of house elves..."

"It's really strange... Generally only older elves will suffer from this disease..."

"Why is this house elf so young..."

"Tsk..." Lucius frowned, his expression not very good.

The therapist said: "For wizards, this disease is only uncomfortable for a few days, but for house elves, it is a terminal illness."

"By the way, this disease is contagious. Wait, everyone in your family will have to drink a bottle of this disease-removing magic potion. You don't want to be infected and feel uncomfortable for several days."

"What? Contagious?"

Lucius stared, then took a few steps back.

"Lord...Master..." On the ground, Dobby, who had received a certain amount of 2.7 treatments, finally woke up from his slumber.

Lucius looked at him with disgust.

This lowlife wants him to pay for a therapist!

And it can’t be cured!

He originally wanted to go up and kick him to vent his anger, but when he thought that he might be infected, he stopped.

Lucius looked around, then picked up an apron hanging by the kitchen and threw it on Dobby.

"Get out! Get out of Malfoy Manor! You are fired!"

When Dobby heard this, his eyes suddenly widened.

His face was full of disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, big tears flowed out of his eyes the size of tennis balls.

The therapist watched the scene with indifference.

Most house elves have this expression when they are fired.

Because this kind of thing is a shame for them.

However, the development of things seemed to be somewhat beyond his expectation.

Dobby climbed to his feet with difficulty.

He held the apron tightly in his hand.

His eyes filled with tears.

He was indeed in tears.

But those were tears of joy!

"Dobby...Dobby is free!"

"Now Dobby is a free elf!"

Under the stunned eyes of Lucius and the therapist.

Dobby raised his hand with difficulty and snapped his fingers.

The apron and the apron disappeared together!