Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

Grindelwald was not angry that he had not heard the answer he wanted.

Instead, he laughed. "Wonderful... I'm glad you told me the truth directly."

"To be honest, if you had told me you believed in me, I would have been a little saddened. That would have meant there was an insurmountable barrier between us."

"But now... I think there's still a barrier between us, but it shouldn't be that great."

"As long as the barrier isn't too great, I'm happy."

Black asked, "You've been far too kind to me... I've actually always wanted to ask—why are you so good to me? Honestly, in my imagination, you didn't seem like the sort of person who would do something like this... like going to every length just to cheer a child up..."

"You want a reason?" Grindelwald asked.

"Yes." Black nodded directly.

Since they had already spoken frankly, they might as well be even more frank.

A terrifying Dark Lord who had once shaken all of Europe.

Yet he had become like this in front of him.

No matter how he thought about it, it felt utterly out of place.

"A reason..." Grindelwald sighed. "Why would a father need a reason to treat his son well?"

"Just because of that?" Black still found it somewhat strange. Would a Dark Lord truly care about something like family affection?

"Yes... just because of that!"

"And don't worry, whether you believe it or not, anyway..." Grindelwald glanced around.

Then he said quietly, "Anyway, I won't do those thankless things anymore."

What he had done back then had largely been to satisfy his own ambitions, and his methods had been severe.

But he had also wanted to seek benefits for the entire wizarding world.

He had not wanted wizards to hide away like rats... which