Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 11

He was only eleven...

If anyone saw him covered in bulging muscles...

Wouldn't that be just a tiny bit strange?

Fortunately...

Black discovered...

That as long as he did not use his full strength...

Those muscles would vanish and hide away.

"Um... thank you."

Hermione was the first to speak after coming back to her senses.

"You're welcome." Black shook his head.

Hermione fell silent for a moment.

Then she said, "I never imagined you were a wizard too!"

"A wizard? What wizard?" Black pretended not to understand.

Hermione had no choice but to tell Black everything she had learned...

About the wizarding world.

"So... this superpower I awakened as a child... was actually magic..."

To avoid trouble...

Black still pretended that this was his first time hearing about the wizarding world.

At that moment...

Hermione suddenly remembered something.

Although she and this boy had gone through a thrilling adventure together...

They did not even know each other's names!

"My name is Hermione... Hermione Granger."

Hermione introduced herself.

Black smiled.

Of course, he had known she was Hermione all along.

Black pulled out the tag hanging around his neck.

He showed Hermione the letters on it.

"My name is Black, Black Grin! I got my name from this tag."

Hermione curiously glanced at the tag Black had shown her.

Then she asked strangely.

"Is Grin an abbreviation of your surname?"

"What? No..."

Black froze slightly.

Hermione pointed at the name tag in Black's hand.

"But it clearly says 'Grindelwald' there."

"What?!" Black was shocked.

He hurriedly picked up the tag and looked at it.

After just one glance, he went still.

The incomplete letters that had once been on the tag had somehow...

Been completely restored!

The incomplete letters on it had originally been "Black Grin."

But now, they had become "Black Grindelwald"!

Hermione might not have known what Grindelwald represented at this point.

But Black was a transmigrator.

Of course, he knew what that surname meant!

Could I be related to that man somehow?

Black recalled the wizard who had abandoned him, whose face he had never been able to see clearly.

But...

The timeline was wrong too!

Hadn't that man already been locked in Nurmengard for decades at that time?

"You don't know your own surname?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Uh... the tag was incomplete before. The letters at the end were missing..."

"So I always thought my name was Black Grin."

"I don't know why, but it suddenly got restored..."

There was nothing to hide.

So Black briefly explained it to Hermione.

"Could you have accidentally used some kind of repairing spell just now?"

Hermione stared at the tag in Black's hand.

There was a hint of excitement in her voice.

"I read about a spell in a book that can repair things!"

"I still remember the incantation! I even tried it at home!"

Black was just about to speak.

When a dazzling flash of fire suddenly burst out in the distance!

Both Black and Hermione jumped in fright at the flash!

They looked toward where it had appeared.

Then they saw an old man with a long white beard.

And a beautiful large red bird perched on his hand!

Black's eyes widened involuntarily.

That appearance and combination were so distinctive.

He recognized them at once!

Dumbledore and his phoenix, Fawkes?

Why were they here?

A flood of question marks flashed through Black's mind!

And...

Why do I feel an inexplicable sense of closeness when I see him?

"Oh! He... I know who he is!"

Hermione's voice trembled with excitement.

"He's the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Albus Dumbledore!"

"That's the magic school I was just telling you about!"

"I've seen his picture in books!"

The moment Dumbledore appeared...

He noticed the two children standing some distance away.

Fawkes had been acting strangely.

That was why he had followed Fawkes and Apparated away from Hogwarts.

He had not known where Fawkes would take him.

But now it seemed...

Fawkes had brought him here to meet these two children?

Dumbledore quickly noticed the mess at the scene.

His gaze swept over the dying Concealment Monster, the Stone Lion...

And the earth spikes still remaining on the ground.

Although Dumbledore had not fought much in recent years...

His combat experience was exceptionally rich.

Therefore...

Though the scene was chaotic...

A single glance was enough for him to roughly understand how the battle had unfolded.

Dumbledore recognized the Concealment Monster.

He also knew this creature's habits.

So...

The Concealment Monster must have been trying to attack these two children.

Dumbledore reached that conclusion first.

Then someone had saved the two children?

It looked that way.

And that person seemed to have used only Transfiguration.

They had first wounded the Concealment Monster with earth spikes.

Then used the Stone Lion to launch a surprise attack.

Oh, the plan was simple.

But it was an exquisite strategy.

However...

Dumbledore looked around again.

From the looks of it...

The Concealment Monster had only just been severely wounded.

So there was no reason he should not be able to see the wizard who had saved the two children...

But where was that wizard?

Dumbledore inspected the scene again.

Then he discovered in surprise...

That there seemed to be...

No trace of a third wizard at the scene!

Didn't that mean...