HP: Bad Intentions

"Whoosh!"

Before anyone could react, Blake disappeared from Dumbledore's lap and reappeared behind Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall! I... I think corporal punishment is wrong!" Blake muttered, peeking from behind her robes.

Professor McGonagall frowned, still processing what had just happened. Moments ago, Dumbledore had Blake in his grasp and looked ready to administer a rare punishment. She turned to Dumbledore, her tone sharp.

"Albus! Corporal punishment? We've abandoned such backward methods long ago! We do not beat or scold children in this school!"

Although Blake was not a Gryffindor student, he was her best and her favourite student. How could she not feel sad when she saw him being beaten?

And... most importantly. This was the first time she had seen Dumbledore acting so rude. She had never seen Dumbledore so angry.

Dumbledore, embarrassed, adjusted his robes. "Minerva... if you knew what he'd done, you might reconsider."

Professor McGonagall's stern gaze didn't falter. "What could he possibly have done to warrant such behaviour from you?"

Dumbledore also knew that he had just lost his composure. However, it really made him angry when he thought about it.

With a heavy sigh, Dumbledore held up a tarnished crown. "He's been keeping this—a Horcrux—hidden. He discovered it last year and didn't report it. And do you know why he turned it in today? To trade it for the diary we confiscated."

McGonagall gasped, horrified. "You kept a piece of Voldemort's soul like it was a trinket?" she snapped at Blake. "Do you realize how dangerous that is? What if you'd been cursed—or worse?"

Blake, sensing the rising anger, began inching toward the door. Unfortunately, Ginny's soft voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Senior Blake... have you ever been bewitched by one of those objects before?" she asked hesitantly.

Ginny's question had been innocent; she wanted reassurance that even someone as strong as Blake could fall victim to such dark magic. But her voice caught the attention of both professors, who turned back to Blake with renewed determination.

Blake groaned inwardly. 'So much for a quiet escape.'

"Ahem..." Blake had a tragic look on his face. He patted Ginny gently on the shoulder. "You might want to step outside," he said with a wry smile. "Things are about to get... intense."

Before Ginny could respond, Dumbledore grabbed Blake by the back of his collar, lifting him effortlessly. As Ginny watched in stunned silence, Blake gave her one last piece of advice.

"Go back to your dorm, Ginny. You don't need to see this."

A while later, Blake emerged from the office, still intact. Ginny, who had waited outside, approached him cautiously.

"Are you okay?" she asked, guilt evident in her voice.

Blake grinned. "Of course. Takes more than that to knock me down. Honestly, the professors probably hurt their hands more than they hurt me."

Ginny laughed softly but quickly grew serious. "I, um, remembered something important," she said. "That's why I came to speak to Dumbledore. It's about the giant snake you mentioned."

Blake's interest was piqued. "The basilisk? What about it?"

Ginny nodded. "When I was under the diary's control, I heard a strange voice—a hissing sound, like a snake. It's stuck in my head, like it's branded there. I told Professor McGonagall, but she said it was Parseltongue and thought Dumbledore might understand."

Blake's eyes widened. "You remember Parseltongue?"

"Not exactly," Ginny shook her head. "Just one phrase."

Blake understood, no wonder Ginny came in person.

Indeed, it was a bit difficult for Professor McGonagall to relay a Parseltongue sentence to Dumbledore.

"Can you tell me that sentence?"

"Okay..." Ginny thought for a moment.

"Hiss, hiss..."

Blake rubbed his chin.

This is indeed what Tom said in Parseltongue in Chamber of Secrets.

Translated it was...

"Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."

Ginny saw Blake thinking deeply, so she said: "I'm going in as soon as possible, Blake, let's talk tomorrow."

'Perhaps, if I deal with the matter a little faster. When I go back, I can still walk with Blake for a short distance.' Ginny thought.

"I'll go in with you, Ginny."

To Ginny's surprise, Blake smiled and said.

"Ah? You...are you still going in?"

She looked at Blake in surprise. If she remembered correctly, hadn't Blake been taught a lesson just now? How dare he go in again now?

Of course, Blake couldn't bear to leave now.

What does it mean to be scolded and beaten?

Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall were still very sensitive emotionally. Until now, he had been receiving a silver treasure chest from time to time. Blake felt that he should strike while the iron was hot and stimulate the excitement. Try to complete their treasure chest quota for today.

Ginny had wanted to spend more time with him. So there was no rejection.

The moment Dumbledore saw Blake's figure again, the expression on his face was wonderful. Then, he said with a face: "Didn't I tell you to go back to sleep? Why are you still here?"

Ignoring Dumbledore's glare, he said, "Ginny has something important to share. Let her speak."

Ginny hesitated briefly before repeating the phrase she'd remembered, her voice mimicking the hissing tones of Parseltongue.

Dumbledore's expression grew thoughtful. "Speak to me, Slytherin—the greatest of the Hogwarts Four," he translated slowly.

Blake nodded, connecting the dots. "That phrase unlocks the Chamber of Secrets," he explained. "There's a statue of Salazar Slytherin inside, and the basilisk emerges from its mouth."

Dumbledore's face turned grim. "The Chamber of Secrets? Are you certain?"

Blake shrugged. "It fits. The entrance is in the girls' bathroom on the second floor."

Dumbledore exchanged a knowing look with McGonagall. "The chamber... the monster... it's all connected to the events of fifty years ago."

[Ding! Shock detected!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!]

The system prompt sounded.

Ginny shuddered at the memory of being controlled by the diary. "Do you think there's still danger?" she asked.

Dumbledore considered this carefully. "We need to confirm it immediately. Blake, do you recall the Parseltongue phrase to open the chamber?"

"I do," Blake said. "But you might want to bring someone fluent in Parseltongue for backup. Just in case."

"Who do you suggest?" Dumbledore asked.

Blake grinned mischievously. "Nagini."

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