What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

"As for the reason... I've told you Grindelwald's story."

"So, you should understand..."

"After all, even now, there are still many people who hate that surname."

Black nodded.

"I understand, Professor."

Dumbledore arrived.

It was still before dinner in the afternoon.

But by the time he left,

the sky was already full of stars.

For some reason,

he and Dumbledore had stayed in the room

for several whole hours.

Yet Mrs. Marian had not come to disturb them even once.

Black actually found this rather strange.

Dumbledore was, after all, a stranger at the Orphanage.

How could she be at ease leaving a stranger alone with one of the Orphanage's children for so long?

Black thought Dumbledore had cast some magic.

But...

when he saw Mrs. Marian sitting quietly at the dining table,

he knew that wasn't it.

"Are you done talking?"

"Come eat."

"There's salmon soup, and your favorite spaghetti..."

"Though it isn't as good as yours..."

The moment Mrs. Marian saw Black,

she hurriedly got up and fussed over him.

When she lifted the lids,

the food inside was still steaming.

"Mrs. Marian?"

Black felt that something about her was off.

And her voice was especially nasal.

As though...

she had been crying.

"Eat. You must be hungry."

"Okay..."

As Black picked up his fork and began working on the plate of spaghetti,

Mrs. Marian clutched her handkerchief

and looked at Black anxiously.

In the end, she still spoke.

"That old man who came to see you this afternoon... he's your relative, isn't he?"

"Cough, cough!" Black choked on Mrs. Marian's words.

"Y-you... why would you think that?"

Mrs. Marian sighed.

"I've been the director of this Orphanage for many years."

"I have that much insight..."

"That elderly gentleman and you... have the exact same beautiful azure-blue eyes..."

Black fell silent.

"So... I understand. It's time for you to leave here too, isn't it?"

"It's not like I have to leave." Black said gloomily.

"That's a good thing, good child."

"Though I don't know why you were abandoned here."

"But..."

"What I truly hope for the children in this Orphanage..."

"You know, I hope all the children can be adopted someday."

"And then have a home..."

"Orphans with no one to rely on are truly... too pitiful..."

Late at night.

In the woods outside the Orphanage.

Black watched the Brown Bear, sitting on the ground like a big fool,

excitedly wolfing down the salmon he had brought it.

As expected, it hadn't caught anything outside.

If not for Black's meal,

it might have starved until it collapsed.

"From now on, you'll be called Bear Big."

Black suddenly said.

Bear Big let out a few cries,

then stuffed another fish into its mouth.

Black, who could understand it,

chuckled.

"Just because you're called Bear Big doesn't mean you'll definitely have a brother named Bear Two."

Bear Big pondered for a while.

"Then what about Bear Three?"

"You should just keep eating."

As Black watched Bear Big devour its food,

he thought about Mrs. Marian's words.

Mrs. Marian knew

that Dumbledore, who was presumably Black's relative,

had come to the Orphanage this time

because he wanted to adopt Black and take him away.

She supported it.

She deeply understood how important it was for an orphan to have a home.

Perhaps he really should leave with Dumbledore?

Of course, Black wasn't saying he wanted a home.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with being an orphan.

He was only thinking about the future.

If he left with Dumbledore,

then from then on, Dumbledore would be standing behind him...

Thinking of his Blood Pressure Surge System!

Hiss... It really does seem like leaving with Dumbledore would make it harder for people to beat me to death in the future?!

P.S. Hiss... I fell asleep last night... I'm up now, so I'll keep updating. As usual, please send flowers, votes, and reviews!

You Call This a Siberian Hamster? Did Gellert Also Use Newt's Blood...

These past few days,

through Black's testing,

he had found that with his Emotional Treasure Chest System,

anger had the highest drop rate.

And it was also the easiest emotion to trigger.

Shock and similar emotions came next.

Therefore,

for rewards,

for strength,

Black might often do some...

rather exciting things in the future.

Dancing through minefields would probably be unavoidable.

What did it mean when death followed like the wind...

However,

if Dumbledore stood behind him,

then as long as he didn't go too far,

he wouldn't really be beaten to death.

And if he was lucky enough to make Dumbledore angry...

then there was even less to fear.

A person like Dumbledore,

if he got angry,

the drop rate would definitely be insane.

Though people might hate him a little more,

but...

what bad intentions could a child possibly have?

I just want to become stronger!