Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 37

Chapter 25: Cassandra Refused to Accept It! He Was Better Than Me? Impossible! Absolutely Impossible!

Cassandra's beautiful green eyes widened.

She stared at the scene in shock.

Mr. Ollivander.

His skill in crafting wands.

Ranked among the top three in the world.

Even calling him the best.

Would not be an exaggeration.

But now.

This world-class wandmaker.

Had actually been stumped by that boy!

And he even seemed.

On the verge of breaking down?

It was truly unbelievable!

Cassandra was a proud child.

Because ever since she was young.

No matter the field.

She had always been exceptionally gifted.

Far more outstanding than her peers.

As a result, among those her age.

There were truly very few who caught her eye.

Being too invincible.

Brought loneliness and emptiness.

This year, she would be enrolling at Hogwarts.

So she had been looking forward to meeting someone at school worthy of becoming her opponent.

So...

When she saw Professor Dumbledore.

Such a powerful and famous wizard.

Personally bringing a child to Diagon Alley to buy things.

Her curiosity was piqued.

What kind of person.

Could be worthy of a great wizard like Dumbledore personally accompanying him?

Perhaps this boy had what it took to be her opponent?

She had not bought her wand yet anyway.

So she followed behind Black and Dumbledore.

Into the Wand Shop.

Then she watched Black blow up a wand.

Honestly.

Even with her family's deep heritage.

She had never heard of anything like that.

Even she, who prided herself on having seen the world.

Could not help being shocked.

Without realizing it, Cassandra contributed a Silver Treasure Chest to Black.

"Looks like this guy is actually pretty interesting."

With that thought in mind, Cassandra.

Continued watching curiously.

When Black picked up the second wand.

And successfully transformed a box into a lifelike little white dove.

Cassandra finally felt true shock!

Because...

She could not do that!

Cassandra recalled how not long ago.

Under her parents' careful instruction.

She had spent an entire week.

Using her mother's wand.

To turn a matchstick into a flawless silver needle.

At the time, her parents had delightedly called her the genius of the Vorley family!

Because she had not even turned eleven yet.

The magic within her was limited.

Being able to accomplish that.

Had already been truly remarkable.

But now...

This boy, who was about the same age as her.

Had casually transformed an inanimate object into a bird.

While testing a wand!?

How was that possible?

Her father had clearly told her.

That because she lacked enough magic.

She still could not accomplish such a thing!

Then why could that boy do it?!

But...

Although Cassandra was unwilling to accept it.

She had no choice but to admit.

That her current self.

Really could not do it...

Ever since she was little.

This was the first time Cassandra had been surpassed by someone her own age!

Amid her shock, Cassandra.

Felt a trace of hostility rise in her heart.

"Hmph! I admit that you have what it takes to become my opponent!"

"But! If I had a great wizard like Professor Dumbledore teaching me too."

"I could do it as well!"

Cassandra thought stubbornly.

"Ding! Shock detected."

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

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

Black turned his head.

And saw the expression on Cassandra's face.

Naturally, he knew who had contributed that Gold Treasure Chest.

Before he could think any further.

The system notification sounded again.

"Ding! Immense frustration detected."

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

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained one Diamond Treasure Chest!"

"Uh..."

Although he had received another Diamond Treasure Chest.

Still...

Looking at Ollivander's ashen face.

After he had contributed a Diamond Treasure Chest to him.

Black found it hard to feel happy.

First.

Such a large Wand Shop.

Did not have a single wand suitable for him!

In other words, he would not be able to buy a new wand today...

Second...

Ollivander had suffered rather badly because of him today.

...Though it really had not been intentional.

"Sorry, Garrick. I'll compensate you for today's losses."

Dumbledore sighed.

Then took out a money pouch.

And gently placed it on the counter.

In truth.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Ollivander had suffered devastating losses today.

More than eighty wands alone had exploded.

At roughly seven Galleons per wand...

That was a massive loss of over five hundred Galleons!

Even Dumbledore did not know why something like this had happened.