Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Possibly Have?

Black turned to look and saw a vast crowd of old men and women pouring onto the field...

As they arrived, people continued to Apparate onto the field.

These newcomers looked much younger, though they still appeared to be in their early forties or fifties.

In their eyes, Black saw a fervor that had not faded with time.

Because standing before them was their "king."

Grindelwald spread his arms, seemingly welcoming these old companions.

"Gellert, what happened?"

As he spoke, one elderly man at the head of the group examined the ice coffin nearby...

"Was this the thing that attacked Nurmengard?"

Everyone began firing off questions one after another.

The scene quickly grew somewhat noisy.

Grindelwald raised a hand and pressed it down.

The noise immediately vanished.

"Brothers, sisters... friends. Thank you all for coming without hesitation to lend your support when Nurmengard was in danger."

"However..." Grindelwald suddenly pulled Black over without warning.

"Because of him, Black... Black Grindelwald, all of you made this trip for nothing."

"Because he solved the problem all by himself..."

Grindelwald pointed toward the ice coffin.

"Buzz!"

The previously silent field instantly erupted into noise like a disturbed beehive.

They were not in an uproar because of the grotesque, bizarre creature.

It was because...

That boy's surname was Grindelwald!

Grindelwald? His surname was actually Grindelwald?

And Grindelwald seemed so close to the boy!

Since the boy shared Grindelwald's surname!

And was being treated with such enthusiasm, did they even need to ask who he was?

He had to be Grindelwald's blood relative!

What did that mean?

It meant their cause had a far more distant future ahead of it!

In that instant, everyone's gaze upon Black became blazing hot!

Today, they had all received word that Nurmengard was in danger.

So they