Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

Snape's face immediately turned pale.

As Dumbledore's confidant, Snape knew perfectly well who had possessed Professor Quirrell.

"The Dark... did that man really teach you the Dark Arts?"

Snape had always thought Voldemort had merely been stringing Black along.

He had never expected Voldemort to be serious.

He had actually taught Black the Dark Arts?

Dark Lord, you fool!

Black nodded. "Yeah, I was working as an undercover agent back then, wasn't I? He put a lot of effort into grooming me."

"When I ambushed him in the end, I even felt a little bad about it."

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched.

You felt bad about it?

Then could you at least stop that uncontrollable laughter of yours first?!

The three continued onward.

Along the way, Black even saw someone selling tamed Trolls.

They had not walked far when Agatha pointed at a rather imposing building in the distance.

"That's where we take bounty jobs... Chaos's Wish."

"...The commissions inside are all illegal."

"Of course, if you could find legal commissions here, it wouldn't be Chaos's Wish."

Black looked at the building, which resembled a round tower.

He could not help rubbing his hands together. "Chaos's Wish? What a strange name. Let's go. I'd like to see what kinds of bizarre commissions they have."

The three arrived at the entrance.

Agatha pushed the door open.

Black, meanwhile, continued looking around.

Suddenly, he spotted an extremely narrow alley pressed right against the round tower.

Within that alley, he saw many familiar, thin figures.

"That is...?"

Agatha followed Black's gaze.

"Oh, those are House-elves who have lost their masters."

"Nearly every House-elf who loses its master hides in that alley."

"Some of their masters died of old age, while others were cast out by their masters."

"Of course... most of