Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

Black waved a hand. "Don't worry. How could Dumbledore and the others fail to think of something we've all thought of?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the Ministry of Magic has already sent people to find Harry."

Hermione nodded.

Black was indeed right, so there was really nothing to worry about.

If matters like this still required underage young wizards like them to worry about,

then the Ministry of Magic truly had no reason to exist.

Cassandra set down her coffee cup and said worriedly, "What if my father comes to take me home?"

"Even though I ran away before this happened..."

Black said softly, "Do you want to go back?"

"I... I don't. It's so much fun here. I haven't had enough fun yet."

Cassandra shook her head.

There were many Fantastic Beasts on Nameless Island that she had never seen before.

Like the Zouwu.

It greatly satisfied Cassandra's hidden desire for adventure.

Who said little snakes couldn't have passionate hearts?

Besides, there were so many people here to play with...

There was no way she wanted to return to that cold, empty manor at a time like this!

"Since you don't want to go back, no one can force you."

"As for your father..." Black stroked his chin. "I seem to have accidentally forgotten to tell him the address here."

A delighted smile immediately appeared on Cassandra's face.

She tugged happily at Black's sleeve. "You're still the most thoughtful one!"

Hermione stared fixedly at Cassandra's restless hand.

Her lips were pressed tightly together.

She wasn't supposed to come here... It's all my own fault...

A feeling called regret spread through her heart.

And Black, why didn't you dodge...

Waaah... I was here first...

Privet Drive.

Harry dragged his large suitcase out and slammed the door behind him.

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