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

Dumbledore had no reason to stay any longer.

Once people discovered that his relationship with Grindelwald was not as "hostile" as the public imagined—

—that would be troublesome too!

It was only when Grindelwald saw Dumbledore reach the door that he remembered something.

He had not even shown off his clothes yet!

"Cough, cough... Black really is clever with his hands... These clothes are beautifully made!"

Seeing Dumbledore about to walk out the door—

—Grindelwald had no choice but to show them off bluntly, without the slightest bit of finesse.

Dumbledore turned to look at Grindelwald, his gaze falling on the clothes that were changing styles on Grindelwald's body.

"Black gave those to you?"

"That's right! Hehe, you don't have any, do you?" Grindelwald laughed.

"I don't, indeed... but..."

Dumbledore suddenly smiled.

"I get to eat the meals Black makes for me at school every day... Hehe, you don't get to eat them, do you? You surely cannot imagine how good his cooking is."

"Oh... right, I can go mooch a meal off Black right now. Take your time admiring yourself in the mirror. I'm off to eat."

Dumbledore disappeared through the doorway.

The smile on Grindelwald's face vanished instantly.

He looked at the clothes on himself and suddenly felt that the Cloak of Levitation was no longer so appealing...

When Dumbledore arrived at Nameless Island—

—Black was indeed cooking.

The instant he saw Dumbledore—

—the smile on his face vanished.

"Black, we need to talk," Dumbledore said seriously.

"Oh... all right..."

Black could only hand the ladle to Hermione before following Dumbledore outside.

But as he followed him out, he kept squeezing the cushion he had made overnight and stuffed behind his backside.

He had no idea whether a cushion this thick could withstand a beating...

Dumbledore led