Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"I know you must have a lot of questions, so..."

The first time Blake returned to Hogwarts, he appeared in Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore put down the copy of the Daily Prophet and looked at Blake with a complicated expression.

"To be honest, I do think that what you and Grindelwald did was a bit too much.

"But, I have said before...I will not interfere with your actions...I still think so now."

"However, although I will not stop you, I will still try my best to do something so that the situation will not get too out of control."

Blake gave a small smile. "Of course... In fact, we all know that you will not sit idly by and ignore it.

"Oh? So... I was also included in your plan?" Dumbledore said helplessly.

"Yes..." Blake admitted bluntly.

Dumbledore looked at Blake in surprise.

After a while, he said: "It seems that you already have enough abilities..."

"Besides, I'm also glad that you didn't go astray.

"This way, I will feel relieved in the future...

Blake's plan took into account almost everyone's reactions.

Including the fact that goblins regard wealth as life, and also the fact that Dumbledore will take the initiative to ease the situation, etc...

At this age, with such a plan, Blake has already performed miracles countless times before.

Dumbledore was still shocked.

"Thank you for trusting me... I can assure you that I will not be the person you least want to be.

Dumbledore nodded, "Okay, then go back and rest. I think you must not have had a good rest last night."

Blake smiled and said, "Professor, actually, I got a little unexpected gain."

"What is it?" Dumbledore asked.

Blake took out Hufflepuff's golden cup from his pocket and placed it in front of Dumbledore's tomb.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then picked up the golden cup and looked at it.

"This is Hufflepuff's golden cup, but as you can see, like Ravenclaw's crown, it is also 'tarnished'."

Dumbledore looked at the golden cup carefully, his twisted nose almost touching the golden cup.

"Hmm...such a complicated black magic...is indeed Tom's black magic."

"In other words, you found a Horcrux again!"

Dumbledore looked up, a look of joy shining on his face.

Although Grindelwald is dangerous, at least he can still be reasonable now.

But Voldemort... unless this dark lord dies completely, peace in this world will not be completely achieved.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly a great good thing to find another Horcrux of Voldemort!

This is another step closer to destroying this dark devil!

"Tell me, where did you find this golden cup?" Dumbledore asked with interest.

After getting another Horcrux, Dumbledore was now in a good mood.

"You know, last night, we..." Blake looked at the oil paintings on the wall in the principal's office and stopped talking.

The principals in the oil painting are now looking at Blake with curiosity.

They all wanted to know how this magical child miraculously found a Horcrux again.

However, Blake had no intention of saying it in front of them.

Because you can't tell anyone about robbing the treasury, including the Hogwarts paintings.

When Blake was talking to Dumbledore before, he didn't explicitly say that he was responsible for the Gringotts case.

Dumbledore immediately understood Blake's concerns. He picked up the Elder Wand and cast a small soundproofing spell on his desk.

Then, Blake continued to speak under the regretful expressions on the faces of the principals' oil paintings.

"You know, last night, we found several vaults... This gold cup was found in the Lestrange family's vault.

"As far as I know, the owner of that vault should be Bella Lestrange who is still serving her sentence in Azkaban."

Dumbledore nodded, "So that's the case, that makes sense...Tom is used to giving his Horcruxes to his most loyal servants for safekeeping.

"Gringotts's vault...it's indeed a hard place to think of."

"Taking it all together, we have also obtained a lot of Horcruxes."

Dumbledore said, taking out a damaged diary, a broken crown, and a locket from the drawer.

Then, he put the golden cup next to the special zone.

"It's hard for us to know how many Horcruxes he made... If Gryffindor's sword was not in our hands, I suspect that he also used it to make Horcruxes..."

Blake said: "I will continue to track down his Horcrux, don't worry. We just need to start with his life. I think there will be new breakthroughs soon."

"He is too proud, and proud people are always more likely to make mistakes.

Dumbledore said with a somewhat complicated tone: "Blake, you have done a good job... In fact, this is what I should do."

When Blake left Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was in a good mood and no longer frowned at the bad things Blake and Grindelwald had done.

Moreover, the golden cup was handed over to Blake by Dumbledore as always.

Because it was too late, Blake did not go back to the dormitory, but went directly to the Room of Requirement.

Hermione and Cassandra were neither here.

Blake sat down and put the gold cup on the desk again.

After staring at the golden cup for a while, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the remaining soul in the golden cup with ease.

Without further ado, he was just a Legilimency.

To be honest, he was a little tired of playing with Voldemort's remnant soul.

After browsing through the memories of this remnant soul, Blake, who found nothing new, locked the remnant soul in mid-air.

Then, he took out his small box containing the lich.

The remnant soul struggled wildly in the air, seeming to be aware of the danger.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Blake opened the small box.

The lich flashed out (dehao Zhao).

"I told you, I will reward you." Blake smiled.

The lich did not move, but continued to look at Blake quietly.

"Look... there, that should be your brother."

"However, it is the reward I give you. You...should know how to do it, right?" Blake said.

The quickest way to strengthen a lich is to feed it undead points.

Blake doesn't plan to feed the other undead souls to Tom for the time being, but...if it's Tom's own remnant soul...then that's totally fine.

Blake felt a little regretful that he had destroyed those rain gears so easily before.

The Lich did not hesitate. After receiving the order, he flew up and turned into black mist to entangle the remnant soul in the air!

Lich Tom opened his mouth, snarled, and bit off a piece of black mist from the remnant soul.

Its pale face showed an expression for the first time, and it was an expression of extreme satisfaction.

Brother, you smell so good...