Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 23

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Sitting at Home, Treasure Chests Falling from the Sky! System Warehouse!

This was truly absurd.

A child who was only eleven.

How could he possibly have mastered Transfiguration to such a degree?

But...

Dumbledore had confirmed it!

Though Dumbledore sometimes liked doing unexpected things.

After working together for so many years.

Professor McGonagall could still tell when he was joking.

And when he was telling the truth.

Which meant...

Although Professor McGonagall found it unbelievable.

She had no choice but to believe it now.

"I understand your shock, Minerva," Dumbledore sighed.

An expression of just as I expected appeared on his face.

"When I saw the scene back then."

"I was even more shocked than you."

Dumbledore glanced at the opened letter on the desk behind Professor McGonagall.

"The letter was sent by Miss Granger, wasn't it?"

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"That child wants to ask me about Transfiguration."

Dumbledore sighed.

"No wonder. She's such a competitive child, just like you were back then."

"I imagine she must have suffered quite a blow yesterday."

"But in this world, being a genius does not mean everything."

"The most important thing is never to lose confidence in yourself."

Professor McGonagall knew that Dumbledore wanted her to encourage the girl in her reply.

Otherwise, that child might truly become insecure.

Sometimes, the more prideful a person was, the more fragile they were.

Dumbledore pondered for a while.

Before finally speaking.

"Hmm... since you already know about that boy."

"Then I can reveal a little..."

"You'll find out sooner or later, anyway."

Professor McGonagall had only just recovered from her shock.

She looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

"That boy... in fact, the matter I went to handle this time was related to him."

Dumbledore said softly.

"That boy?" Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore in confusion. "What happened to him?"

Professor McGonagall had worked with Dumbledore for so many years.

She had not seen such a helpless expression on Dumbledore's face in a very long time.

"That boy used to be called Black Green," Dumbledore said.

"Oh... I remember him." Professor McGonagall nodded.

At this time every year, she would inspect the Book of Admission.

And copy down the names of the young wizards who had reached school age.

Then prepare their admission letters.

She remembered this Black Green.

"Hmm... go take another look at the Book of Admission, and you'll understand..."

"As for the rest, I'll tell you when I return. After all... before it has been fully confirmed."

"My ideas are merely unproven speculation."

Dumbledore's face was filled with gravity.

"All right..."

Although Professor McGonagall was truly curious right now.

But...

Since Dumbledore himself was still uncertain.

She could not press him further.

She only hoped Dumbledore was not investigating something bad.

Otherwise...

The wizarding world had only been peaceful for a few years!

After Dumbledore left.

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment.

Then immediately headed for the tower where the Book of Admission was kept.

This was the first time she had entered that place twice in one year.

The Book of Admission opened.

"Black Green..."

"Hmm?"

"Green... Grindelwald?!"

Professor McGonagall stared at Black's surname.

At the several newly added letters after Green.

Then clutched her chest in shock.

Grindelwald!

No wonder Dumbledore had worn that expression!

That child was actually that man's descendant?

And why had the Book of Admission not recorded Grindelwald before?

The answers to everything.

Would perhaps only become clear once Dumbledore returned...

Black was eating breakfast.

While reading the letter Hermione had sent him.

Suddenly, the system notification sounded!

"Ding! Shocked emotions detected!"

"Ding! Drawing a Treasure Chest for the host!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained one Gold Treasure Chest!"

The noodles on Black's fork fell off.

"Gasp... another Treasure Chest?!"

"Which heavenly fairy sent me this Treasure Chest?"

Black stared at the Gold Treasure Chest in the System Space in delight.

Could it be Hermione?

No, that couldn't be right. I hadn't provoked her today.

Even if she was shocked, I shouldn't get a Treasure Chest from it!

The target of the emotional fluctuation had to be Black himself.

Before the system would trigger a Treasure Chest draw.

Otherwise.

The system would continue playing dead.

Of course, Black had no idea.

That Hermione's letter had caused Professor McGonagall to be stunned by his deeds...

Of course, if Black had known.

He would definitely have run to Hermione's house and kissed her fiercely twice.

She really was a treasure of a girl!

Not only did she give him Treasure Chests herself.

She even made other people give him Treasure Chests!

"Wonderful..."

Black looked at the Bronze Treasure Chest and the Gold Treasure Chest in the System Space.

His mood was incomparably cheerful.

"Maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket today?"

Black hurriedly finished his breakfast.

Then ran back to his room.

"System, help me open the Bronze Treasure Chest!"

He had returned to his room before opening the Treasure Chest.

Because Black was worried that another unusual situation like last night's Ancient Magic would occur.

If something suddenly appeared in front of him again.

It would be hard for him to explain...

"Ding! Opening the Bronze Treasure Chest for the host!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained 50 Galleons!"

"Eh?!"