Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 29

So Dumbledore did as before.

He did not submit an application to the Magical Congress of the United States.

Instead, he quietly came to America.

Though the journey was long,

it was nothing to him.

There was no one near the factory.

Rumor had it that the place was haunted.

It was not as though no vagrants had tried to live there before.

But...

those vagrants had either disappeared

or gone mad.

As time passed,

no one was willing to go near the place anymore.

He had heard

that this place had been abandoned for decades.

Dumbledore looked at the address on the Nameplate in his hand.

This was indeed the place.

He raised his head

and examined the old factory before him, which looked gloomy and eerie in the night.

Then,

he extended one finger

and lightly tapped the air in front of him.

The next second,

the old factory vanished from Dumbledore's sight.

In its place

stood a neat little building.

On the roof of the building,

hung a large sign.

"G.G. Biological Research Institute."

Dumbledore took a deep breath.

Then he strode inside...

As Dumbledore stepped toward the little building,

the space behind him

rippled.

Then Dumbledore disappeared.

And the little building

turned back into the eerie old factory.

Perhaps because magic had been cast upon it,

the entire little building remained spotless

despite all these years.

Dumbledore carefully searched the entire building

and soon found the place he had been looking for.

It was also the messiest place in the whole building.

There was only one enormous culture tank in the room.

But now,

there was a large hole in the tank.

And the tank had long since been empty.

Dried culture fluid still remained on the floor.

Dumbledore swept his gaze across the entire culture room

and quickly found what he was looking for.

Because they had never intended to hide it in the first place.

There was no need to...

It was an Experiment Log.

Dumbledore opened the Experiment Log.

He carefully read through it page by page.

The Experiment Log was very thick.

But

Dumbledore quickly found everything he wanted to know...

After an unknown amount of time,

Dumbledore closed the Experiment Log in his hands.

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

Grindelwald had truly given him a difficult problem...

However,

he still remembered the promise he had made to Grindelwald not long ago.

That was...

he would not harm that boy.

"Black... why did you buy so much salmon?"

"The children can't eat this much either..."

Mrs. Marian looked at Black with some reproach.

"It's fine, Mrs. Marian. I'm cooking this meal too."

"You should just go wait with everyone else."

Black ushered Mrs. Marian out of the Kitchen.

"This child..."

Mrs. Marian softly grumbled.

But her heart was full of comfort.

For some reason,

this child's cooking had suddenly improved.

As a result, she had been pushed out of the Kitchen instead.

Mrs. Marian could only stay with the other children

and wait for the dinner Black was preparing.

Of course, Black had a use for preparing so much salmon.

Although he had said that he would let that big dummy hunt for itself,

he was still worried that the silly fellow would not be able to find anything to eat.

After all, it had grown up in a circus.

So, while cooking,

he deliberately hid a great deal of salmon in the System Warehouse.

He would give the big dummy an extra meal later.

"Black..."

"Hmm?" Black saw Mrs. Marian, who had returned after leaving.

"Leave this to me."

"No, Black. There's an old man outside who says he wants to see you."

Black's movements paused.

He knew who had come.

If he had come, it meant he already had an answer.

In the tiny room,

Dumbledore sat on the room's only chair.

The chair was already very old.

It even seemed a little unsteady.

After Black closed the door,

he sat directly on the bed.

He opened a box of Chocolate

and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Sorry, Professor, I don't have any tea here."

"That's all right, child. I do."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

He extended his right hand.

Then a floating tray appeared out of thin air above it.

On the tray was an exquisite tea set.

The tea set automatically poured a cup of tea

and flew it toward Black.

"Thank you..."

"So, you should have an answer?"

"Yes... I already know everything..."

Dumbledore paused.

Then he continued, "Including your origins."