HP: Bad Intentions

Blake gently lowered the enchanted car to the ground, letting the tires crunch softly against the forest floor. The vehicle seemed subdued this time, its restless bucking from before replaced with a curious stillness. Blake ran his hand along the hood, feeling the faint pulse of magic that coursed through the car's body. It was no ordinary enchantment—it felt alive, almost sentient.

Kneeling by the open engine, Blake leaned closer to investigate the strange soul-like energy emanating from within. The hum grew louder, and suddenly, with a growl, the engine roared back to life. The headlights flashed twice, almost like blinking eyes, and the car trembled.

Blake stood back, his eyes narrowing. "Not trying to run off again, are you?" he asked, his tone teasing. But the car didn't lurch or rear up this time. Instead, it quivered, almost anxiously, like a dog sensing danger.

"Danger?" Blake murmured, tilting his head to one side. His sharp druid senses stretched out into the dense, dark foliage of the Forbidden Forest. He felt it too—a prickling in the air, the faint rustle of something too large to be mere squirrels scuttling through the undergrowth.

A cluster of Acromantulas lurked just beyond the tree line. He could sense their many legs tapping the ground in anticipation, their minds a cocktail of primal hunger and caution. Blake had encountered their kind before, and he didn't doubt that the car's strange awareness had picked up on their presence as well.

Patting the car's hood, Blake grinned. "Don't worry. I've got this."

Reaching into his cloak, he pulled out a polished Poké Ball—a relic from a different magical domain. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he tossed it into the air. The ball burst open with a blinding flash of light, and from it emerged a creature that was both familiar and otherworldly.

A massive Acromantula, its carapace shimmering with iridescent patterns of deep greens and purples, landed gracefully on the forest floor. Its many eyes gleamed with intelligence as it clicked its mandibles in greeting.

"Xiaocai," Blake said, his grin widening, "you're up. Show your cousins who's boss, will you?"

Xiaocai hissed in response, its massive frame crouching low to the ground. A flicker of green venom dripped from its fangs, sizzling as it hit the dirt. Without hesitation, the spider scuttled into the shadows, its movements swift and silent. The other Acromantulas wouldn't know what hit them.

Satisfied that the threat was under control, Blake turned back to the enchanted car. To his surprise, the passenger door creaked open, as though inviting him inside.

"Oh?" Blake said, raising an eyebrow. "A ride now? Well, aren't you polite." He chuckled, sliding into the seat. "Let's see where you're taking me."

No sooner had he buckled in than the engine roared to life again. This time, the car didn't try to shake him off or veer erratically. Instead, it surged forward with purpose, weaving deftly through the trees. Within moments, it broke free of the forest canopy and soared into the sky, the landscape unfolding beneath them like a painted map.

Blake leaned back, smirking as he watched the car's dashboard light up with a flurry of magical glyphs. "Trying to save me, are you? Don't worry—I wasn't in any real danger. But thanks for the concern."

The next morning, Blake staggered into the Great Hall for breakfast, dark circles under his eyes betraying a sleepless night. Despite his exhaustion, there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his gaze—he'd learned much from the car and its mysterious soul.

Slumped at the table, Blake was halfway through a piece of toast when a sharp voice cut through the buzz of the hall. "Did you forget something?"

Blake groaned inwardly.

He didn't need to look to know who it was. Turning, he found himself face-to-face with Professor Snape, whose piercing gaze was colder than ever.

"What did I forget?" Blake asked casually, feigning ignorance.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "I believe someone made a certain agreement long ago, but he seems to have been distracted by his... extracurricular activities."

Blake sighed. He knew exactly what Snape was referring to: the potions. Before he could respond, Snape cast a glance at the curious students around them and curtly said, "My office. After breakfast." With a dramatic swirl of his robes, he stalked out of the hall.

"Can't even wait a day," Blake muttered, rubbing his temple. He had planned to catch up on sleep, but Snape was clearly in no mood for delays. The man's obsession with the potion was becoming tiresome, even if Blake understood the reason behind it.

'It's not just the potion, is it?' Blake thought. Snape's longing to see Lily again was unmistakable. And while the potion had its uses, it wasn't a permanent solution. Blake decided it was time to address the root of the problem once and for all.

'Why not summon her spirit?' Blake mused. As a master of necromancy, he had the means to do so—at least temporarily. The idea of surprising Snape with a brief reunion was too tempting to resist, and it could even earn him a rare treasure from the professor in gratitude.

With his plan set, Blake finished his breakfast in record time and rushed out of the Great Hall.

 But instead of heading directly to Snape's office, he made a detour to the kitchen. A group of eager house elves greeted him, happily supplying him with freshly slaughtered chickens—essential ingredients for the summoning ritual.

Armed with his supplies, Blake made his way to Snape's office, his steps light with anticipation. He could already imagine Snape's reaction upon seeing Lily again.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the castle, a group of Slytherin girls, led by Cassandra, found themselves cornered by Peeves. The mischievous poltergeist hovered above them, a wicked grin on his face and something hidden behind his back.

"Peeves, move!" Cassandra snapped, trying to maintain her composure.

"Move? Oh, Peeves doesn't take orders from silly little children!" the ghost jeered. "And besides, Peeves has a present for you!"

Before Cassandra could react, Peeves hurled several brownish-gray objects in their direction. Her heart sank. "Dungbombs!" she cried, realizing they had no time to dodge.

But just as the bombs were about to hit their mark, the air shimmered with cracks, as if reality itself were fracturing. The bombs disappeared into the void, detonating harmlessly in some unknown space.

Cassandra blinked in surprise. "Blake?" she called out, spotting him behind Peeves.

Peeves turned, his grin replaced by a scowl. "Ah, another annoying brat! Peeves doesn't like you meddling!"

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