Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

But...

Obviously, if he wanted to learn this magic from Black,

he would definitely have to pay a price he could not accept!

So he had better not even ask.

In his heart,

Black had already reached the same level as Voldemort back then.

At the very least, he was on the level of teenage Voldemort...

No! He was beyond teenage Voldemort!

Because Black had even deceived Dumbledore!

Voldemort had never deceived Dumbledore back then!

"Ah... such a wonderful spell. It would be a real pity if you didn't learn it."

Black said with a smile.

But to Snape, that kind smile was no different from a demon's.

Snape hurriedly changed the subject.

"Talk business! What's your plan?"

If Black said a few more words, perhaps he really would not be able to refuse.

Magic like this...

was far more wondrous than the Dark Arts he had studied before.

Black smiled and raised a hand, snapping his fingers.

Then Snape heard footsteps.

Snape turned his head and saw a figure emerge from the mist surrounding the mountaintop.

Before long, the figure walked out of the mist.

Snape looked at the woman before him.

Although he had met her before,

the hand gripping his Wand inside his sleeve did not relax.

Because instinctively, he felt that this woman was dangerous...

"Agatha, good evening. Calling for you so late, I only hope I haven't disturbed you."

Snape watched coldly as Black cheerfully greeted the woman named Agatha.

He had seen this woman when Black first dragged him into discussing biological experiments.

Later, he had seen her again in the Daily Prophet.

She seemed to be a victim in the Lockhart case?

"You haven't disturbed me, Black. As long as you call for me, I can come anytime."

The weariness Agatha had displayed