Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little Hufflepuff have?

Black happily put away the money pouch.

"Severus, look at them. What high awareness!"

Snape said with a dark expression, "I'm not part of that organization of yours! What awareness am I supposed to have?!"

Besides, whether he had awareness or not, hadn't his share disappeared anyway?

The three of them did not waste much time.

After gathering up the spoils, they sent those wicked Dark Wizards straight off to meet Merlin.

Then Black conveniently harvested three more Soul Ash.

After that, the three of them began traveling back and forth through the Dimensional Door, completing the remaining tasks.

Black obtained more than fifty Soul Ash in one go.

On top of that, although the remaining strongholds were much poorer than the second one, Black still gained an extra windfall of no less than seventy thousand Galleons.

Added to the rewards for the commissions themselves, the haul from this trip could only be called extremely generous.

Even Snape, who usually had the face of a corpse, was now glowing with excitement.

After all, though Black had swindled quite a bit out of his share, what remained still was not a small amount.

Agatha also sensed Snape's excitement.

She could not help saying again, "Feels good, doesn't it? Want to join us? As long as you join us, things like this will happen often in the future."

Snape gave a cold snort.

I, Snape, have an unyielding backbone!

How could I join that little devil Black's camp just for a tiny bit of profit?

Thinking this, Snape could not help reaching into his pocket and touching the money pouch filled with tens of thousands of Galleons again.

The corners of his mouth, hidden beneath his cloak, kept curving upward...

But... it did seem like he was offering far too much...