Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Possibly Have?

He stared blankly into space.

After a long while.

"How is he?"

"The young master is very handsome! His talent is excellent!"

After some more time.

"Gucci... go... take good care of him."

"That old fool has so many boring things to deal with."

"How could he possibly have time to take care of this child?"

"But... if Gucci leaves, what will happen to the old master?"

"Don't worry about me..."

"Gucci... Gucci suggests sending Gucci's son to take care of the young master."

The morning sunlight fell across Black's face.

Black's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

Crack, crack!

Black straightened up.

He stretched hard.

His bones immediately began to crack.

He had fallen asleep sprawled over the table last night.

The table.

Was covered with all sorts of opened books.

After customizing his Wand.

He had spent the entire night.

Reading through all the books he had brought back yesterday.

Yes, with the support of his powerful Ultimate Scholar Talent and Photographic Memory Talent.

His so-called reading.

Was simply skimming through every book at a glance...

Because the Ultimate Scholar Talent allowed him to quickly understand the contents of books.

And the Photographic Memory Talent allowed him to firmly memorize all the knowledge within them.

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My Mind Said No, but My Body Was Honest!

Looking at the books on the table that had become meaningless after being read through just once.

Black scratched his head.

"I'm so diligent..."

He picked up his Wand.

And fondly played with it for quite a while.

Before putting it into the System Warehouse.

For now, there was no way he could take it out.

Black decided that when Ollivander made his Wand.

He would try to make it look as much like this one as possible.

That way, he could take it out openly.

Of course, if Ollivander refused Black's request for a custom appearance.

Then he would just have to customize the appearance of his own Wand again.

Changing it to match the one Ollivander made would do.

With that in mind.

Black opened the door and walked out.

Planning to have breakfast first before deciding on today's itinerary.

When he arrived at the bar in The Leaky Cauldron.

He saw the wrinkled bread.

And dry steaks on the other customers' plates.

And could not help sighing.

At least the food here was cheap.

Otherwise, with food like this.

It would be a miracle if anyone ate here.

Black walked straight over to Tom, the owner of The Leaky Cauldron.

"Boss, can I borrow the Kitchen?"

"Sure, use it as you like."

"But you'll have to pay for the ingredients."

"Of course, unless you bring your own ingredients."

Hearing that, Black casually tossed out a Galleon.

Tom deftly caught the Galleon.

Then immediately pulled over a notebook and wrote down Black's name.

"I'll deduct the cost of the ingredients you use from this," he added.

"Got it!"

As he spoke.

Black ran into the Kitchen...

Anything produced by the system was top quality.

Back then.

Intermediate culinary mastery had already made Black's cooking skills exceptional.

Let alone now.

Before long.

The rich aroma of Pan-seared Steak wafted out from the Kitchen...

Making the other customers keep glancing inside.

Pan-seared Steak did smell good.

But wasn't this a little too fragrant?

"Boss! Is someone pan-searing steak in the back?"

"I want a serving!"

A customer shouted out an order.

Tom was writing down the cost of the Pan-seared Steak ingredients next to Black's name.

When he heard that, he casually replied, "That steak is being cooked by a guest himself."

"You can't order it from me."

The moment Tom finished speaking.

Black came out from the back Kitchen.

Carrying two plates of steak.

When Tom saw this, he opened the notebook again.

And added another entry after Black's name.

Black ignored everyone's stares.

Set the plates on the table, and began eating by himself.

"Ah... it really is worthy of the system."

This Mastery of Basic Culinary Arts was simply outrageous!

After just one bite, Black was nearly moved to tears by how delicious it was.

At that moment, a sleepy-eyed little girl came downstairs.

"Good morning, Hannah!" Black waved at Hannah.

"G-Good morning." Hannah was finally not quite so shy today.

"I'll treat you to breakfast."

"As thanks for helping me yesterday."

As Black spoke, he pushed the extra plate of steak toward her.

Owner Tom stared at Black for a while.

"You little rascal, so that's why you made two servings!"

Hannah had not really wanted to go over.

But...

When Black pushed the steak out.

That aroma...

The customer from earlier saw what Black did.

And was practically drooling.

Wasn't this steak way too fragrant?!

Hannah had originally wanted to refuse.

But for some reason.

By the time she came back to her senses.

She was already sitting beside Black.

When she was somewhat surprised by her own actions.

She realized that she had already cut off a small piece of steak...

Wait... wasn't I going to refuse?

How did...

By the time Hannah wanted to say something.

Her fork had already speared a small piece, ready to put it into her mouth.

Hannah battled against her own rationality.