What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

A wrinkled-faced House-elf appeared in the stone chamber!

It was dressed in rags.

And... it looked rather old.

"Master! Are you hungry? Gucci will make you something to eat right away!"

Gucci was the last House-elf of the Grindelwald family.

When Grindelwald had been imprisoned in Nurmengard,

it alone had been permitted to remain here and serve its old master.

So far,

its task had been simple.

It was to provide Grindelwald with three meals a day.

So he would not starve to death...

"You heard it all, didn't you?"

"That boy... that boy with Grindelwald blood flowing through his veins..."

Gucci choked back an excited sob.

"Yes! Master! Gucci heard it!"

"Gucci is so useless. Only now did Gucci learn that a young master is still alive!"

Grindelwald interrupted Gucci's muttering.

"Gucci!"

"Go! Go... see that boy."

"Then... come back and tell me about him..."

Gucci hesitated. "But! Old Master, if Gucci leaves, Old Master will go hungry!"

"I said! Go see that boy!"

"Yes... yes! Old Master! Gucci will go right away!"

"But... please allow Gucci to prepare enough dry provisions for Old Master first..."

This time, Grindelwald did not refuse.

Black stared speechlessly at the enormous creature before him.

"Can someone tell me?"

"Why is there such a huge Russian brown bear in the UK?!"

Before Black

stood a rather dim-witted brown bear.

And as far as Black knew,

brown bears generally lived over in Russia...

But this was the UK.

The outskirts of London, no less!

Even if there were bears in the British wilderness,

one should not have been able to wander here without hindrance!

"Tsk..."

Black looked at the big oaf before him with a toothache, his face darkening.

Earlier,

Black had snuck out

to test his Druid abilities in the woods.

Then this big oaf had appeared.

The moment it saw Black,

it charged straight at him.

Just when Black thought it was going to attack him,

the big oaf actually sprawled on the ground!

And started whining away!

That cutesy little whine

translated to:

"Boss! Hungry! Food! Please adopt me!"

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Black's Background! The Answer Revealed!

"Mm-hm..."

"You're saying you escaped from a circus?"

"Oh... you're saying the bad people at the circus kept whipping you with little leather whips?"

"What?! They didn't even feed you?"

"That's outrageous?!"

"That's infuriating!"

"How could they do that?!"

"What? You eat half a cow in one meal?"

"Goodbye!"

Black turned and ran.

What a joke!

Half a cow for one meal?

Half a cow could feed all the children in an orphanage for a month!

In monetary terms,

it could buy three months' worth of rations!

Black had originally been somewhat tempted to keep a bear for fun.

But now...

he did not want to be eaten into poverty!

Then Black discovered that one of his legs had been grabbed by the big oaf's thick bear paws.

It looked up at Black with tearful eyes.

"Let go of me!"

"We were never meant to be!"

"Huh? You're saying I misunderstood?"

"You don't eat half a cow."

"You only eat feed meant for half a cow?"

"Tsk... They took the easy way out and fed you cattle feed directly?"

"Holy shit? That works?"

"They said you're an omnivore, so it doesn't matter?"

"They're inhuman!"

"Look at you, you've gotten so skinny from hunger."

Black stopped trying to run.

If it did not eat half a cow per meal,

then he could still afford to keep it.

Besides...

it was a bear!

Shouldn't it hunt for itself?

Why did he have to provide food?

This brown bear had clearly grown up in the circus.

So it really did not know how to hunt.

But...

as a righteous Druid!

As a righteous companion!

How could he turn a blind eye to this?

Then Black grabbed the big oaf by the scruff of its neck

and began lecturing it...

He earnestly taught the brown bear how to hunt.

How to catch fish.

How to raid beehives.

How to pick berries.

What a joke.

A Druid keeping a pet

and still having to feed it himself?

In the end,

when the big oaf, tears in its eyes,

reluctantly parted from Black

and returned to the woods,

it finally realized something was wrong.

Hadn't it wanted Big Brother to feed it?

How had it ended up needing to hunt for itself instead?

America.

Los Angeles.

Dumbledore appeared before a rundown factory building.

Because he was in a hurry.