Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 663

He was just a Vampire...

She still remembered that day...

Perhaps that Vampire had finally grown tired of playing house with humans.

That day, he revealed his true form.

Winsty could still remember the sight of her poor mother dying with her eyes wide open...

"Winsty..."

Black's voice interrupted Winsty's recollections.

"We've already captured him. As for how he should be dealt with, we believe we should hear your opinion."

Winsty glanced at the ice coffin again.

The monster inside was vicious and terrifying.

It had always been her nightmare...

Veta gently patted her shoulder in encouragement.

"I..."

Looking at that monster, she thought of her poor mother, and a surge of hatred rose in her heart.

"However you deal with him, I have no objections. It's just... I never want to see him again..."

In the end, she could not bring herself to say that she wanted her own father dead.

So she left the choice to Black and the others.

Black nodded. "Don't worry. No matter what, you won't see him again."

He did not say exactly how he would handle the Vampire.

He merely promised that Winsty's nightmare would never return.

Black was quite confident about that.

He pulled a very large Suitcase from his pocket.

The Suitcase was empty.

It was just large enough to hold the ice coffin.

After Black climbed into the Suitcase and altered the environment inside...

He climbed back out and placed the ice coffin inside.

Having worked with Newt for so long, he had long since learned the handy skill of modifying the environment inside a Suitcase.

The inside of the Suitcase was now an icy, snow-covered landscape.

With the ice coffin placed inside, it would not melt.

Black then opened a Mirror Dimension within the Suitcase.

Then he tossed the