Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 39

Cassandra, who had been ignored the entire time, found it grating.

Genius!

That word.

It had always been her exclusive title!

No matter who was called a genius outside.

The moment they stood before her.

They were all knocked back to their true form!

But now...

She had met an opponent!

"Hmph... isn't he just a little better than me at Transfiguration?"

Cassandra thought sourly.

"Uh... Mr. Ollivander, why are you suddenly praising me?"

"Oh... Mr. Green, can't you feel just how powerful your magic is?"

Ollivander said helplessly.

"The reason these Wands exploded wasn't because they weren't suited to you, but because..."

"Your magic is too powerful. You blew them up directly..."

"Ah..." Black was stunned.

So that was how it was?

When he had tried the Wands just now.

He had indeed used them however felt best...

He had never considered.

That using his full strength.

Would make the magic he poured in so excessive that it blew up the Wand...

After hearing Ollivander's words.

Cassandra's eyes widened again.

This boy had blown up the Wands.

Because his magic was too powerful?!

But... he was clearly about the same age as me...

Cassandra had no reason to suspect Ollivander was lying.

Because he had no need to lie.

"Ding! Detected an extremely shocked emotion!"

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

Black received another system notification.

Even without turning around.

He could guess the expression on Cassandra's face.

"Hmm... she really is a girl who refuses to admit defeat..."

"Very good! You'll be Tool Number Two!"

Dumbledore said, "I noticed that just now as well..."

"Black, your magic... is different from everyone else's."

"To give an analogy, when others cast spells with a Wand, it's like opening a tap over a pool."

"No matter how much water is in the pool, they can control the flow to a suitable level."

"But for you... to borrow a Muggle term, you're like a high-pressure water gun..."

"Your spellcasting is fierce and violent..."

Thanks to Dumbledore's simple analogy.

Black understood immediately.

At the same time, he was a little surprised.

He hadn't expected Dumbledore to know so much about the Muggle world.

"So... as long as I take it easy and restrain myself... I won't blow up the Wand?"

"That's right..." Dumbledore nodded.

Although Cassandra, standing behind them, had no idea what a high-pressure water gun was.

She could roughly understand what Dumbledore meant.

"He... that guy is actually that strong?!"

"He has to hold back even when using magic so he won't blow up his Wand?"

"This..."

"No... I can't possibly be worse than him!"

It could be said that Black had not even spoken to Cassandra yet.

And Cassandra had already had her defenses shattered by him...

"Ding! Detected an extremely dejected and disappointed emotion!"

"Ding! The Treasure Chests dropped by this target today have reached their limit."

"Ding! This target can no longer drop Treasure Chests today."

Uh...

Black looked at the one Silver Treasure Chest and three Gold Treasure Chests Cassandra had contributed in the System Space.

Then he couldn't help raising a hand to rub his nose.

This Tool Number Two...

Really was too weak...

He had not even made a move.

And he had already drained her dry?

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Cassandra: I Want a Custom Wand Too! I Don't Believe I'm Weaker Than Him!

"Although you can prevent the Wand from exploding as long as you restrain yourself."

"However..."

"Making a Wand that every customer can use comfortably."

"Has been the creed of the Ollivander family for generations!"

"Don't worry! I'll definitely make a Wand that lets you cast magic to your heart's content!"

Ollivander reassured Black.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Garrick."

Dumbledore expressed his thanks.

Ollivander nodded at Dumbledore.

Secretly marveling to himself.

He did not know what relationship this child had with Dumbledore.

But...

Just look at that talent!

That magic!

If Dumbledore were not already so old.

Even if someone said this was his son.

Ollivander would believe it!

While the two adults were talking.

Black took the opportunity to glance at Cassandra behind him.

She had her head lowered.

Her expression could not be seen.

But from her small hands clutching her skirt tightly.

It was clear that her heart was far from calm.

Black actually possessed beginner-level Occlumency.

It had come from the Novice Gift Pack earlier.

Beginner-level Occlumency might not be able to pry into the mind of a great wizard like Dumbledore.

But a little girl like this...

Black understood everything with just one glance.

Black had originally thought she was just like Hermione.

Merely a little shaken by his blow.

He had not expected...

This little girl's defenses to crumble completely...

The corners of Black's mouth curled up slightly.

He liked stubborn little girls with such a strong competitive spirit.

It couldn't be helped.

Their drop rates were too high.

"All right, come here, Mr. Green."

"I need to measure your data again."

"This time, it needs to be more detailed."

At that moment.

Ollivander beckoned to Black.

However, Black shook his head.

"Mr. Ollivander, have you forgotten?"

"There's still a young lady who has been waiting for a long time behind me."

Hearing that.

Ollivander looked toward the little girl still sitting on the bench behind them.

And let out a long, drawn-out "Oh."