Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 31

"And by then, our counteroffensive was already in full swing."

"So everyone at the institute evacuated."

"And you... they considered you a failed specimen."

"When they left, they didn't take you with them."

"So you remained sealed in that cultivation tank all this time."

Black suddenly understood.

The experiment had actually failed.

It was only because his soul had suddenly appeared.

That this originally failed specimen.

Had unexpectedly succeeded...

"That's not right! If those people thought I was a failed specimen back then."

"And didn't take me with them."

"Why, decades later."

"Would someone release me?"

"And abandon me at the Orphanage entrance?"

"And! Who tampered with my Nameplate... crossing out the Grindelwald surname?"

"And who intended for me to learn about my origins only after I came of age?"

Dumbledore looked at Black approvingly.

"You're a clever child, Black..."

"That is precisely the crux of the matter."

"Behind all this..."

"Was a mysterious manipulator."

"He needed you to grow up."

"And truly become a sharp sword he could control."

An image of the wizard who had abandoned him flashed through Black's mind.

Unfortunately, he had never seen the man's face.

And the bulky clothes had concealed his true build as well...

"Then... how did he know."

"That I, whom everyone considered a failed specimen."

"Had actually succeeded?"

That was the question Black cared about.

The experiment had clearly failed.

If Black had not transmigrated.

Then that manipulator could only have obtained an empty body without a soul.

Let alone raise him into a sharp sword!

Could his transmigration be related to that so-called manipulator?

"Perhaps... he was merely trying his luck."

"He probably didn't have much hope."

"But unexpectedly, you really came back to life..."

Dumbledore explained.

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"That makes sense..."

Black agreed with Dumbledore's explanation.

But he still felt that it could not be that simple.

After all...

That place had already been abandoned.

And he, as a failed specimen.

Had also been left there.

For decades, no one had cared about him.

Yet eleven years ago.

Why had someone suddenly remembered him?

There seemed to be no way to find an answer to that question right now.

However.

Black soon thought of something else, something even more...

Exciting.

Black looked at Dumbledore.

And slowly said.

"So..."

"Strictly speaking."

"You two are my..."

Black did not continue.

But Dumbledore completely understood what he meant.

So...

He and Grindelwald, two old men whose combined age was nearly two hundred.

Had suddenly gained a son?!

Although it sounded utterly absurd!

And it was the mess created by that old bastard Grindelwald.

But...

Black did indeed have his and Grindelwald's blood flowing through him!

So Black truly could be considered the direct descendant of him and Grindelwald, two old men...

Otherwise, Phoenix Fawkes would not have regarded Black as a member of the Dumbledore family!

It could even sense when Black was in danger.

And knew that Black needed help!

At that thought.

Dumbledore could not help rubbing his forehead.

Still.

Regardless of whether this child had once been Grindelwald's experiment.

He had already decided that he was a member of the Dumbledore family.

Dumbledore resolved to properly guide Black into becoming a good person...

An outstanding wizard.

Hmm...

Even though he was also Grindelwald's direct descendant.

Dumbledore still decided to keep Black away from that man.

"The blood of the Dumbledore family flows through you."

"So..."

"I hope you can return to the Dumbledore family."

"However... that depends on whether you agree."

Black looked into Dumbledore's sincere eyes.

After a moment.

"I'm sorry, Professor... I need to think it over carefully."

When Dumbledore heard Black call him Professor.

His gaze dimmed slightly.

Dumbledore was actually an old man who deeply longed for familial affection.

Especially after his sister Ariana had died unexpectedly...

Although he still had a younger brother now.

His brother and he might as well have been strangers.

So...

Strictly speaking, it had been a very, very long time since he had felt the warmth of family.

Until now...

Black had appeared.

Black was also a member of the Dumbledore family.

So...

Deep down.

Dumbledore still hoped Black would agree.

That way.

Perhaps in his lonely old age.

He could once again enjoy the warmth brought by family.

Dumbledore said softly.

"You truly should think it over carefully."

"You grew up here..."

"And Mrs. Marian has been very good to you."

"So... I understand."

"This isn't an easy decision to make."

"Even if you ultimately don't want to... I won't force you."

"Oh, and... no matter what you decide in the end."

"Don't tell anyone that your surname is Grindelwald..."