Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little Hufflepuff have?

The remaining customers' gazes turned hostile the moment they heard what Black said and looked back at the seller.

If Black was right, they had nearly been cheated out of five thousand Galleons!

The seller glared at Black in fury.

A deal worth five thousand Galleons had slipped away just like that!

And now he was in deep danger himself!

All because this bastard had run his mouth!

The rules of Knockturn Alley were brutally simple—so brutal they could almost be called primitive.

If someone provoked you, you drew your wand and killed them!

"Avada Kedavra!"

The scrawny seller raised his hand and sent a Killing Curse straight at Black.

Black, however, did not even move. He merely flicked the cloak on his body.

The streak of green light was swallowed by the mass of chaotic, evil mist surging out of his cloak!

The Dark Wizards around them went pale with shock at the sight of that mist and turned to run!

What kind of joke was this? Someone who dared to hide seven or eight kinds of evil curses on himself was not someone they could afford to mess with!

"You were the one who tried to kill me first."

Boom!

The scrawny wizard did not even get the chance to beg for mercy before he was burned to ashes by a ball of blazing fire!

Black put away his wand and glanced at the spot where the man had died.

All that remained there was a blackened scorch mark. As for the man himself, not even ash was left...

Black turned to Snape and shook his head, indicating that the man had not dropped any Soul Ash.

Snape watched Black casually kill a Dark Wizard, and his back was drenched in sweat.

Decisive. Cold...

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