Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 655

Grindelwald's face darkened with anger at his words.

"He's just stubborn! I already told him! I'm a proper educator now!"

"Does he have to guard against me like I'm some thief?"

"Forget it... let's not talk about that old fool! Since you're here, I'll show you around Nurmengard!"

Black gladly rose to his feet.

They could talk while they walked.

The two strolled through the long corridors of Nurmengard School of Magic.

It was already the holiday break, so there was hardly anyone in the school.

Black took the letter from his robes.

"What you said in your letter..."

"It's true," Grindelwald said firmly.

"But wasn't Winsty's father dead... Could it be that Winsty lied to me?" Black asked.

"She didn't lie... because not only did I meet her Vampire father, I spoke with him as well."

An incredulous expression appeared on Grindelwald's face.

"He said... even if his own daughter plunged a dagger into his heart, he would not die."

"Tut, tut..." Black found it rather unbelievable too.

Weren't Vampires in this world supposed to be weak?

People even sold living Vampires in Knockturn Alley.

After all, in this world, Vampires were a bit like patients suffering from some sort of illness.

They were nowhere near as mysterious as the ones in Muggle legends.

But now, it seemed he had jumped to conclusions.

Why did Winsty's father seem so much closer to the Vampires of Muggle folklore?

"Your letter said he came to find his daughter because he wanted to turn her into a Vampire too?"

"That's right... He said that only by becoming a Vampire could his daughter gain eternal life. Only then would she not die before him..."

"He told me that he was sick of loneliness. This time, he absolutely could not let another loved one