Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little Hufflepuff have?

"Knockturn Alley..."

"Hiss... Right!" Black slapped his thigh.

If respectable people would not sell it, then he would just find someone disreputable to buy it from!

As for Knockturn Alley being dangerous?

Black said, heh.

Did you see my fifteen-inch big wand?

He would smash your skull in!

Black politely thanked Cassandra.

Then he said goodbye and left.

He knew where Knockturn Alley was.

Yesterday, when they had passed that street corner, Dumbledore had mentioned it to him.

Going in through that entrance

would lead to Knockturn Alley.

He had told him never, ever to go there.

There were many bad people inside.

It was extremely dangerous!

And so Black found out where Knockturn Alley was...

Of course, Dumbledore had no idea the little thing was this stubborn.

Even knowing it was dangerous, he still wanted to charge right in.

Watching Black's departing figure, a complicated expression flashed across Cassandra's face...

Although Black was not afraid of the dangers in Knockturn Alley, he did not want to be surrounded the moment he went in, either.

That would be troublesome.

So Black took out a coat.

Then he pulled out his wand and turned it into a cloak with a face covering.

Before entering Knockturn Alley, he carefully checked his outfit.

Only after finding no problems

did he stride into the infamous Knockturn Alley!

Knockturn Alley had always been the kind of place no one governed.

The people hiding inside

were few in number who had clean hands.

Even the Ministry of Magic had no way to deal with this place...

Black wrapped himself in the cloak.

Although he was a little short, no one really paid him any attention.

After all, he was wrapped up tightly from head to toe.

Outside, it might have looked very strange.

But in Knockturn Alley, it was the most normal outfit imaginable.

After Black came in, he began sizing up this infamous Knockturn Alley.

Compared with Diagon Alley outside, the shops around him, as well as the paving on the ground, all looked much more run-down.

And the people inside.

Every one of them was hurrying along.

Even the shopkeepers sitting by their doors

were all ugly as sin.

They were the sort who might as well have had the words "bad guy" carved onto their foreheads.

As for the things sold in the shops beside him...

Those were even more adults-only.

All kinds of Dark magic items.

And all kinds of disgusting materials whose uses were unclear.

It was fair to say there was a dazzling array of them.

But these things that would have made ordinary children scream in terror at the sight

held Black's attention completely.

In fact, he felt that apart from being a little stinky, and the things for sale being a little adults-only, there was nothing particularly scary about Knockturn Alley.

He had come in here

precisely to buy those strange and bizarre things, hadn't he?

Black was in no hurry to look for seeds.

Instead, he planned to properly stroll through all of Knockturn Alley first.

Perhaps apart from seeds, there would be other interesting things too?

Not long after Black had entered Knockturn Alley, he saw something that interested him.

It was a foul-smelling shop.

Based on the overpowering reek of blood and the bloodstains on the floor, Black judged that this was a shop that sold meat.

As for what kind of meat it sold...

Naturally, it was the meat of magical creatures that were forbidden to hunt...

And the thing Black was interested in

was placed right by the shop entrance.

It was a small cage.

A little black thing was huddled in the corner of the cage, trembling.

Black only took one look at that flat little snout

and immediately recognized it.

This was a Niffler!

Black had originally really wanted to buy a Niffler.

After all...

not only was the little thing very cute, but also...

its ability to draw hatred was absolutely first-rate!

It was exactly the capable general Black needed!

Unfortunately, the magical creature pet shop in Diagon Alley

did not have any Nifflers for sale.

But now...

Black decided to buy this Niffler.

On one hand, he needed a Niffler.

On the other hand...

if he did not buy this Niffler, This Niffler was probably about to be slaughtered for meat...

"You want to buy this Niffler?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the shop entrance.

Black raised his head.

Then he saw a shirtless man.

A huge fatty wearing a pair of overalls.

"Mm. I want to buy this Niffler," Black said with a nod.

"Sure, as long as you can afford it." The fat man chuckled.

"Then... how much?"

"One thousand Galleons."

The fat man said it with a wicked grin.

Black sighed.

Great... he had run into a robber.

"Then sorry, I'm not buying it," Black said with a smile.

"Heh-heh... now, you don't get to not buy."

The fat man gave a sinister chuckle.

Then seven or eight people suddenly closed in from the street.

"Don't think that just because you're wrapped up tight, I don't know you're some little brat."

"Ugh... what are you people trying to do?" Black asked helplessly.