Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

Hermione felt as if her naturally proud heart had suffered ten thousand critical hits.

After trying all night without making the slightest progress,

Hermione had no choice but to give up on her attempt.

Without a teacher's guidance,

there was simply no way for her to get started.

That was why she had the idea of writing to Professor McGonagall for advice.

And why she had gone to buy an owl early in the morning.

Well... the letter to Black was just incidental.

It was only a few words of greeting between friends.

She had already helplessly admitted

that Black's talent really was greater than hers.

But...

whenever she thought of how casually Black had said

that Transfiguration was easy,

she still could not help but go crazy.

Marian Orphanage.

Black was getting lost in everyone's praise.

"Black, your cooking is so delicious!"

"Black, I want more!"

"Ahem, say the whole sentence. Don't make people misunderstand. Do you want more spaghetti?"

Black had not come to show off his cooking skills on purpose.

He merely wanted to see

whether he could farm a few more Treasure Chests through cooking.

Sure enough, the children's delight over the food

made his system's notifications ring out continuously.

Of course...

unfortunately,

all the notifications were...

"Insufficient emotion points. Unable to draw a Treasure Chest."

"...Treasure Chest draw failed."

Although Black was somewhat disappointed,

this was perfectly normal.

These children were still young.

Naturally, their abilities were not outstanding.

So the chances of them dropping Treasure Chests were very low.

And Mrs. Marian, from whom he had held such high hopes...

Well.

Although Mrs. Marian was extremely relieved and happy

that Black had suddenly come to his senses

and made such a delicious breakfast,

but...

perhaps her emotions were not as intense as when she had been angry last night.

So the Treasure Chest draw had failed as well.

This only strengthened Black's conviction.

That was, anger made Treasure Chests drop more easily than pleasant, happy emotions!

Suddenly, the system notification sounded again.

"Ding! Detected an exasperated emotion!"

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

"Hm? Exasperated?" Black looked around.

The children were all happy.

"Oh... Hermione! It had to be you, right?"

"Tears in my eyes! Seriously!"

"Even at home, you still remembered to send me a Treasure Chest!"

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Professor McGonagall Was Stunned! But He Was Only Eleven!

"Phew..."

Dumbledore straightened up.

He removed the special glasses from his eyes.

Black's nameplate lay quietly on the desk.

But now, the nameplate

looked slightly different from before.

Its color seemed to have become a little lighter.

From its original pure black,

it had turned grayish-black.

Dumbledore turned the nameplate over.

On its back,

there was an additional symbol.

It had not been there before.

Dumbledore tried several methods

before he managed to make the symbol appear.

It was a circular symbol.

At the center of the circle,

various strange symbols were scattered about.

Even with Dumbledore's vast knowledge,

he could not identify the meaning of those symbols.

But among the many symbols,

he saw one familiar mark.

It was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows...

Dumbledore extended a slender finger

and gently pressed it against the symbol.

The next second,

the symbols within the circular mark suddenly began to move!

The many symbols continuously split apart and recombined...

Until finally...

they turned into letters.

The letters rearranged themselves again.

Finally,

when everything fell still,

the letters formed a line of words.

Read together,

they were...

"G.G. Biological Research Institute."

Professor McGonagall was busy in her office.

Although it was still summer break,

well...

what else could she do when she had a headmaster who did not particularly like handling affairs?

There were many things

she had to finish before school began on September 1st.

"Flap flap!"

The sound of beating wings suddenly came from outside the window.

Professor McGonagall had just been about to take a break.

When she saw an owl outside,

she casually let it in.

The owl seemed very excited.

It ignored the Owl Biscuit on Professor McGonagall's desk.

After dropping off the letter, it immediately turned and flew away.

Professor McGonagall waved her Wand.

A teapot and teacup came wobbling through the air.

They automatically poured Professor McGonagall a cup of tea.

After taking a sip,

Professor McGonagall picked up the letter.

"Hermione Granger?"

The image of a little girl with a pair of large front teeth flashed through Professor McGonagall's mind.

Then a faint smile appeared on her face.

She had been the one to take the Granger family to Diagon Alley before.

She had spent a day with the child,

so she had some understanding of her.