He recalled the seed that Cassanda had sent him.
Blake took out the small sack.
He took out a piece of parchment.
Then, he poured out all the seeds in the bag.
These seeds were all mixed together.
It was filled to the brim.
It seemed that Cassandra had put it in at random.
He didn't have any thoughts of dividing them into categories.
Blake looked at the messy seeds.
He scratched his head.
Although it was a little troublesome.
However, it was a small matter like sorting seeds.
It was no longer difficult for Blake to deal with.
However, even if he couldn't do anything to him...
However, he still spent more than an hour.
Only then did he separate these seeds.
After the classification.
Black counted again.
50 Mandrake Seeds.
50 Poisonous Tentacle Seeds.
50 Devil's Snare seeds.
50 Chinese Biting Cabbage Seeds.
50 Barbo Tuber Seeds.
50 Poison Fang Pelargonium Seeds.
50 knotty vine seeds.
"Um…"
Blake had thought that such a messy bag of seeds would not be enough.
Kassandra stuffed it in at random.
But now…
If he was casually caught.
How could he have 50 seeds of each type?
Then Blake imagined such a scene.
Kassandra was rearranging the seeds that had been distributed.
Then, he stuffed it into the small cloth bag.
At the same time, he said fiercely.
"Don't you know?"
"Then split it yourself!"
"I'll tire you out!"
* Cough cough *
This was very Cassandras.
It was clearly a prepared gift.
Yet, she said that it was a casual gift.
However…
So many seeds that could be considered contraband.
Was there really a lot of them in her house?
……
Warley Manor.
"... Did you notice..."
"What?"
"The seeds we bought…"
"What about the seed?"
"…It seems to be a lot less?"
"Is there? Didn't you count it when you bought it?"
"There are so many seeds and you want me to count them one by one?!”
"Uh, that's not what I meant…"
Outside the window, a small figure quietly slipped away.
……
Early the next morning.
"Da Bao! Catch!"
Blake flicked out a gold coin.
"Squeak!"
Niffler, whom Black had just named Dabao.
He jumped up and nimbly caught the Galleon.
Then he hurriedly stuffed the Galleons into his pocket.
The little thing with shining eyes had no idea.
It was in a small pocket.
It was just a gold coin transformed from a Transfiguration spell…
At the window.
The Eagle-owl looked at Da Bao proudly.
Then, he turned his head away disdainfully.
Last night.
Blake had already chosen a few magical plants overnight.
He planted it in his plant collection bag.
The rest of the seeds were stored in the system warehouse.
The planting method of the collection bag was also very simple.
He just needed to plant the seed in the pot.
Then, he would just put the flower pot in his collection bag.
The collection bag was only the size of an ordinary satchel.
However, it could hold a total of 20 plants.
And it was the kind where every plant was of no size!
Even if Black wanted to plant a Whomping Willow in it!
The products of the system were indeed worthy of being called high-quality goods!
Blake thought.
After entering Hogwarts.
He had to see the Whomping Willow.
Then, he would see if the Whomping Willow had any seeds…
Just as Blake was having fun with Da Bao.
Someone knocked on the door.
Black opened the door.
Dumbledore was standing just outside.
"I have something to do now.”
"Uh…are you busy again?”
Dumbledore's heart softened.
But…
"This matter is very important."
"I'd rather go and see for myself.”
Black didn't really care that Dumbledore was busy.
Therefore, he asked casually.
"What is it?"
However, Dumbledore had mistaken her nonchalant look for disappointment.
Sigh, I told you to take good care of this child.
However, she never had the time to accompany him.
Even his food, clothing, and accommodation.
It was all thanks to the house-elves sent by that old Grindelwald.
Thinking about it this way…
Dumbledore felt guilty.
"I'm going to see someone."
"Who is it?"
"Harry Potter,"
……
4 Privet Drive.
Dumbledore and Black were sitting on a bench outside the house.
Blake raised his right hand.
He felt the novelty of Dumbledore's Disillusionment Charm.
The Disillusionment Charm was too invisible.
Even he himself could not see where his body was.
Not to mention passing Muggles.
And, because Dumbledore had secretly cast a small-scale Muggle-Expelling Charm.
There was no one else sitting in this " empty " chair.
Clang! Clang!
The sound of nails being hammered came from number four, Privet Drive.
Black knew.
Harry Potter's Uncle Vernon was hammering and nailing the letter hole in the door.
"Sigh…what a poor child.”
Dumbledore sighed softly.
"We knew the Muggle couple might not treat him well.”
"But I had no choice but to put him in foster care here.”
"Because his aunt is his last blood relative.”
"I can only stay by the side of my blood relatives.”
"Only the protective magic on his body can work.”
On the way here.
Dumbledore had told Black everything about Harry.
Even though Blake already knew about this…
At this moment.
An owl flew over.
There was a letter in its mouth.
It was Harry's letter of admission.
A letter of admission to Hogwarts.
Unless it was received personally.
Or write back and refuse to go to Hogwarts.
Otherwise, the letters would continue to be sent out.
The owl habitually dropped the letter into the hole in the door.
But…
Uncle Vernon had nailed up the letter hole just now.
"Du!"
The letter hit the door and fell outside.
The owl glanced at the letter doubtfully.
He didn't understand why he couldn't put it in.
"They're really too much."
Blake stood up.
"What do you plan to do?"
asked Dumbledore curiously.
"Didn't they not allow letters to be sent in?”
"I'm going to send the letter in."
Black pulled out the wand Ollivander had made.
He chanted a spell at the letter on the ground from afar.
Dumbledore did not stop Black.
After all, this was not an offensive spell.
It was just a simple copy spell.
"Shua shua shua!"
The letter on the ground suddenly turned from one to two, and then three…
In an instant, the letter at the door became hundreds of letters.
Blake waved his wand lightly.
The envelopes on the ground flew up like pigeons.
Then they launched a general attack on number four, Privet Drive.
Countless letters came out from the window.
From the crack of the door.
From the chimney.
He kept rushing inside!
"Ah!"
A woman's scream and a man's angry roar came from the room.
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