What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

So Black told them directly.

In the years since Black had transmigrated here,

he had not been idle.

Although he knew he was a wizard,

he also knew

that even wizards needed money...

So, over the years,

he had made use of the knowledge from his previous life

to quietly run a few ventures.

He had accumulated quite a bit of wealth.

He had even offered many excellent suggestions

that kept the nearly bankrupt Orphanage afloat.

That was why Mrs. Marian regarded him so highly.

In the entire Orphanage, among those who could enjoy the privilege of a private room,

aside from Black, there was not a second child.

And because of that,

he could buy out every single item in an entire dessert shop without hesitation.

After briefly hearing Black's history of entrepreneurship at the Orphanage,

Dumbledore did not find it particularly strange.

After all, children from poor families grew up early.

And with Black's aptitude,

making money truly was not difficult for him.

But these experiences were utterly terrifying to Hermione!

Hermione stared at Black in shock.

He had started figuring out how to make money at seven or eight years old?

And had even saved up a lot of money?

Was this guy a monster?

To her,

it was simply unimaginable.

What had she been doing when she was seven or eight?

Uh, probably going to school...

Showing off in front of a bunch of poor students...

Oh... right, this guy was better at magic than she was too!

Compared with him,

the always-proud Hermione felt that she had suffered another blow...

Black noticed Hermione's shock.

However, this time the system did not draw a Treasure Chest.

"Ding! The target has reached today's limit for Treasure Chest drops."

"Ding! This target will no longer drop any Treasure Chests for the rest of today!"

Black suddenly understood.

He really had farmed quite a few Treasure Chests from Hermione today.

No wonder there were none left to farm.

But it did not matter.

He could keep going another day!

Dumbledore and Black first escorted Hermione back to her doorstep.

"Goodbye, Professor."

"Goodbye, Black... I look forward to seeing you again at Hogwarts."

After all, they had gone through a thrilling adventure together.

So Hermione naturally regarded Black as a friend.

"I look forward to it too, Hermione," Black said with a smile.

Thinking about all the Treasure Chest-producing tools at Hogwarts,

Black's eyes practically turned into the shape of Treasure Chests!

The Marian Orphanage where Black lived was actually located in the outskirts.

But Dumbledore had still chosen to take Hermione home first.

So Black felt that Dumbledore must have something he wanted to say to him alone.

However,

unexpectedly,

along the way, aside from telling him some interesting stories about the wizarding world,

Dumbledore did not mention anything else.

By then,

the sky had already begun to darken.

From afar,

Black saw the entrance to the Orphanage.

Mrs. Marian was saying something to a police officer.

"Ah... it seems that coming back so late made someone who cares about you worry."

Dumbledore spoke softly.

"Oh... Mrs. Marian is making too big a fuss. I'm already grown up. It's perfectly normal to come home a little late!"

Black pressed a hand to his forehead.

It seemed that because he had not returned home,

Mrs. Marian had actually called the police!

"That is not how it works, child..."

"In this world, having someone who cares about you and worries about you is a very happy thing."

"Alright, I will see you off here."

"Otherwise, that Muggle police officer might think this old madman has kidnapped you."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Black smiled as well.

"Professor, you will remember what you promised me, right...?"

"Of course... It will not be long before I come to find you again. Then, I will tell you everything... Go back now. Do not let that kind lady worry. Oh, and for now, do not tell anyone about your surname being Grindelwald. Alright?"

Black nodded and turned toward the entrance of the Orphanage.

When he looked back again,

Dumbledore had already vanished.

In truth, Black could also guess what Dumbledore had said he needed to confirm.

He was surely going to Nurmengard to question that man.

After all, a descendant of Grindelwald had suddenly appeared.

There was no reason Grindelwald himself would not know!

And Black also hoped Dumbledore would ask that man.

After all, Black truly wanted to know exactly what his own origins were!

"Oh! Black! Do you know how worried I was about you?!"

Mrs. Marian's voice interrupted Black's thoughts.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained one Bronze Treasure Chest!"

Even a system Treasure Chest had dropped.

It seemed Mrs. Marian was truly furious this time!

Black could only approach with a bitter smile.

Silently accepting Mrs. Marian's merciless "ravaging."

Hogwarts.

Inside an inconspicuous tower,

Dumbledore opened an old door.

He quickly stepped inside.

Beyond the door was a small room.

At the very center of the room,

a lone table stood there.

On the table lay a thick book with a pitch-black cover.

Beside the book,

there was a small silver Ink bottle.

A long, faded Quill was inserted into the Ink bottle.

They were the Book of Admission and Quill of Acceptance that selected Hogwarts students.

The decisions of the Book of Admission and Quill of Acceptance could not be changed.

To this day, there had never been a student admitted to Hogwarts whose name had not been recorded on the yellowed pages of the Book of Admission.

Therefore,

Dumbledore believed

that he would certainly find Black's name in the Book of Admission.

When Dumbledore approached,

the black book on the table suddenly floated up on its own.

Its black dragonhide cover slowly opened,

revealing the yellowed Parchment pages within.

Just as Dumbledore was about to examine the Book of Admission,