Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little Hufflepuff have?

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stopped bickering, and both of them looked over.

The Dimensional Door opened.

Black stepped out of the Dimensional Door.

A container like a crystal coffin floated behind him.

It drifted slowly out of the Dimensional Door as well.

Black looked up at the sky.

He discovered that it was actually already night.

He had been in the laboratory inside the Room of Requirement the whole time, so he truly had not known what time it was.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, uh... Professor Grindelwald, Professor Rosier..."

Black greeted the two old men and the old lady.

"Oh... Black, you should call me Father," Grindelwald said gently.

He completely failed to notice that Dumbledore's white beard was trembling at his side.

"Uh..." Black glanced at Dumbledore's very dark expression and did not do as Grindelwald wished.

What a joke. If he called Grindelwald "Father"... how could that possibly end well?

Dumbledore would come right over and give him a full "massage"...

"I'm completely ready. All that's left is the final step, and it will be a complete success."

Black hurriedly changed the subject.

Snape, who had been standing to one side since just now with his eyes lowered and his nose pointed down, not saying a word...

Had grown excited the moment Black appeared.

His eyes were fixed tightly on the Biological Cultivator behind Black.

Inside the Biological Cultivator, within the murky liquid, the faint outline of a tiny infant was slowly becoming visible...

Grindelwald was also staring at the Biological Cultivator behind him.

A trace of confusion appeared on his face.

Black keenly noticed it.

"Professor Grindelwald... what's wrong?" Black hurriedly asked.

"Mm... I just feel like this thing looks familiar."

Although Grindelwald was somewhat displeased that Black had not called him Father...

He still answered honestly.

"Familiar?