HP: Bad Intentions

Chapter 323: Times Have Changed



Nagini scoffed, her voice laced with venom. "Don't lie. You admitted we were wizards, which means you knew who we were. It's clearly not just about money. Now, why don't you try again?"

The man on the right hesitated but then managed to stammer out a response. "Well… we thought even wizards wouldn't survive a sneak attack from guns. They wouldn't expect it…"

Blake chuckled softly, interrupting him. "Salem?"

The man froze. "What? How do you—?"

"Or maybe I should call you scavengers?" Blake's smile faded as he continued.

"I asked you to answer honestly, but it seems you prefer lying. You're mercenaries for Salem, correct? Cleaners, sent to capture wizards for Salem's twisted experiments."

The men were visibly shaken, unable to comprehend how Blake could possibly know such secrets. But Blake was already bored; their minds lay open to him, thanks to Legilimency. All their secrets, lies, and motives were plain as day, rendering their words meaningless.

Blake's tone dropped, his patience gone. "Well, I gave you a chance. Your organization—Salem's fanatics and wizard hunters—will pay for this. But first, I'll send you on your way."

He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small Poké Ball. Flicking it open, he tossed it with a graceful arc deeper into the alley. "Let's go, Bear!" he commanded.

The Poké Ball rolled into the darkness, bouncing a few times before coming to a stop. A cool breeze stirred as Blake and Nagini waited… but nothing happened.

Blake's face tightened with embarrassment as he realized he had accidentally thrown an empty Poké Ball.

Nagini covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, and Blake cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. The two men, meanwhile, stared at the seemingly innocuous ball, unaware of its harmless nature.

They had seen enough strange things from wizards to assume it was some form of deadly magical item.

"Is this kid just bluffing?" one man whispered, clutching his gun more tightly.

"Yeah. Probably the woman was the one who blocked our bullets earlier, not him," the other replied with growing confidence.

Seeing Blake's misstep, the men exchanged a quick nod, raised their guns, and prepared to fire again. But as they aimed, the metal of their guns shifted, growing slick and scaly.

The two mercenaries looked down in horror as their firearms transformed into writhing snakes, which hissed and coiled in their hands. The men screamed and dropped the serpents, stumbling back in terror.

Blake, slightly annoyed, smirked. "Did you really think you were the only ones with weapons?" he asked.

Reaching into his pocket, Blake drew out a shiny black object: an AK-47, modified by him specifically. With a quick flick, he raised it and fired a few rounds, sending the men sprawling.

The gun's muzzle still smoked as Blake calmly lowered it, blowing off the last remnants of blue smoke. "Times have changed," he muttered, tucking the gun back into his pocket.

"Why shouldn't wizards use guns?"

Nagini didn't hesitate. She drew her wand and quickly cast a Vanishing Spell, disposing of the men's bodies before anyone could come by. With a newly learned spell, she then cleaned the bloodstains from the cobblestone ground, leaving no trace of the encounter.

Having been a snake for decades, Nagini felt no remorse over dealing with threats. Blake was her priority, and these men had been the first to attack. She finished cleaning up without a word of protest, merely giving Blake an approving nod as they wrapped up.

Blake, meanwhile, began searching around for the Poké Ball he had thrown earlier. Something seemed off to him. "It's strange… even if I threw an empty Poké Ball, it should have automatically returned. So why didn't it?"

A few moments later, he found the Poké Ball lodged between a dumpster and the alley wall. But instead of lying still, it was bouncing slightly, flashing faint streaks of light.

Blake blinked, confused. The ball wasn't supposed to do that.

"Huh? Is it… broken? No, this is a full version Poké Ball," he muttered, checking it carefully. To his shock, the ball didn't feel empty; there was something inside.

Blake frowned. "Wait, did I accidentally catch something? Could there have been a magical animal in the alley that got caught when I threw it?" He shook his head, still baffled. Typically, the Poké Ball would only work on magical creatures or enchanted beasts.

The ball eventually stopped bouncing, indicating whatever was inside had been fully subdued. Blake was a mix of amused and excited at his luck.

"Well, I don't know how it happened, but I'll take it," he chuckled, preparing to release the creature.

Holding the Poké Ball out, he whispered, "Let's see what you are." A bright white light emerged as he opened the ball, illuminating the alley once again.

But instead of the magical creature he'd expected, Blake was stunned to see a small figure materialize before him—a tiny girl with silver hair, looking no older than five or six. She lay on her stomach, seemingly confused, and then slowly looked up at him.

Blake's jaw dropped. "What… what is this?"

The girl had a porcelain-like complexion, with a delicate face and large, expressive eyes that blinked at him with a childlike innocence. Just as Blake was processing this unexpected turn, a voice called from outside the alley.

"Gabrielle! Where are you?"

Blake froze, his mind racing as the realization struck him. "No… there's no way… it can't be," he muttered, still in disbelief.

The little girl, meanwhile, had spotted him and stood up, brushing her clothes as if nothing was amiss. Blake had never seen someone so naturally adorable; she seemed almost otherworldly. She cocked her head, giving him a small, curious smile.

At that moment, a second figure with the same silvery hair entered the alley, rushing toward them. Her relieved voice echoed off the walls. "Gabrielle! Oh, thank Merlin, I finally found you! How many times have I told you not to wander off?"

The little girl's face broke into a joyful smile as she dashed forward, arms outstretched. Blake stepped back, expecting her to rush to her older sister. But instead, she surprised him by crashing directly into him, wrapping her tiny arms around his waist.

"Master!" she squealed happily, looking up at him with pure adoration.

Blake blinked in shock, his heart skipping a beat. "M-Master?" he stammered, utterly bewildered. The elder sister, who Blake now realized was none other than Fleur Delacour, was equally dumbfounded by the sight.

Blake glanced at the Poké Ball in his hand, then back at Gabrielle, his mind racing. Somehow, in the confusion, he had inadvertently "caught" the younger Delacour sister.

The implications dawned on him slowly, and he barely managed to process the scene before him.

Gabrielle continued to hug him, blissfully unaware of the chaos her presence had stirred in Blake's mind.

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