Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? — Chapter 49

"It's been so long since I last ate... Hehe, bring him in."

"There are always some little brats who don't know their place and come to Knockturn Alley to broaden their horizons."

Black saw that he had been found out.

He simply took off his cloak.

"I just said... I'm not buying this kind of Niffler anymore."

"That's because..."

Black pulled out his large Wand.

"I'm planning to rob you directly!"

"Listen up. Hand over everything valuable and interesting you've got!"

The fat man and the seven or eight others all froze for a moment.

Then they burst into laughter.

"Hey! Little brat, you really don't know whether you're dead or alive!"

Everyone closed in.

Black remained utterly fearless.

He raised his large Wand.

"Stop!"

However, just as Black was about to show off.

Someone interrupted him...

"Who's meddling again?"

The fat man looked toward the alley entrance.

Since Black had not actually gone very far inside.

He had found the Niffler.

Therefore, he was not far from the entrance that connected to Diagon Alley.

Black also looked toward the entrance.

She was a pretty girl of thirteen or fourteen.

With curly hair.

She was looking over nervously.

"St-stop! Let that boy go!"

She raised her Wand at the fat man.

Black, who was surrounded, looked at the pretty older girl in surprise.

He could not help scratching his head.

Because he truly did not recognize her.

"Hehehe... Fine, I'll let him go."

"After all, I don't want to cause trouble either."

The fat man smiled, then waved for the others to make way.

"Come on, take this child away before I change my mind! What are you standing there for?"

The fat man urged her on.

Hearing his urging, the girl actually ran over.

Black covered his face with one hand.

Although this older girl was kind and brave.

She was really... far too naive.

You believed what these guys said?

Couldn't you have just told me to run over?

By the time she reached Black.

She saw the helpless expression on his face.

Sure enough, once she had entered.

Someone deliberately blocked the alley entrance.

Cutting off the view from outside.

To prevent anyone else from causing trouble.

And those seven or eight people.

After seeing her enter.

Closed in around them once more.

"Y-you... You went back on your word!"

The girl glared angrily at the people surrounding her.

No matter how naive she was, she knew she had been tricked.

"Ahem, wait a moment." Black patted her shoulder.

"Huh? But we..."

"Hold on, I need to finish something first."

"What?"

"Nothing much. I'm going to rob them first."

Under the older girl's utterly baffled gaze.

Black raised his large Wand again.

"I said I was robbing you just now. Are you fucking deaf?!"

"Hand over your money and anything fun!"

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"Little brat! I..."

The fat man charged over.

He wanted to grab Black.

Beat him up first.

Then decide whether to sell him off or simply slaughter him for meat.

As for the little girl, hehe...

And Black's Wand?

Hehe.

A Wand in the hands of an eleven-year-old child.

Was not even as threatening as a toothpick.

A toothpick would hurt more if it poked someone, too.

Crack! Boom!

Black decisively unleashed the Weather Spell!

The next second.

Thunderbolts filled the sky and struck down viciously!

"Ah!"

The enormous lightning writhed like a Wild Snake Dance.

Sweeping straight across the street!

No matter who it was.

As long as they had surrounded Black and the girl.

They were all electrocuted until they were charred on the outside and tender within.

Even though some desperate criminals.

With rich combat experience.

Had promptly cast Protego.

But...

Black had mastered a top-tier Weather Spell!

It was practically equivalent to having maxed out the Weather Spell.

Combined with the boosts from his many talents.

And the doubled spell power from the Wand in his hand...

Could a hastily cast Protego possibly block that?

Thus...

Other than the curly-haired girl standing beside Black.

Everyone else lay on the ground, their bodies charred black as they twitched...

As for the Dark Wizards farther away who had been watching the show.

They all immediately stood at attention, turned around.

Then slipped away as if nothing had happened.

Although the curly-haired girl was completely unharmed.

Among her beautiful curls.

Quite a few fine strands.

Had been left standing on end by the powerful lightning.

"Ahem... It's perfectly normal for the other side to resist during a robbery."

"You just have to beat them up."

"However, it's best not to kill them."

"Otherwise, you'll have to search for the valuable stuff yourself afterward."

"So you have to leave them alive."

"As long as you force them to talk, the robbery will be a success."

"Of course, some people may still refuse to submit."

"That's fine too. Just beat them up again."

Black rambled on.

While using one hand.