Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

"Child... I never imagined you suffered so much when you were little... But... you should know, I had my reasons back then."

Grindelwald, sweating profusely, explained himself to Black.

"What reason could possibly make you ignore your own child's life..." Mrs. Marian was heartbroken.

Dumbledore said mildly, "Oh... he really had no choice back then. He was in prison."

After Mrs. Marian had scolded him for so long and Grindelwald had been left completely unable to fight back, he had thoroughly enjoyed listening.

"Eh? Is that so?" Mrs. Marian froze slightly at his words.

She truly had not expected his so-called reason to be this.

"May I ask, are you Black's mother?"

Mrs. Marian looked at Vitarosir.

Like Grindelwald, Veta looked several decades younger after drinking the Life-Prolonging Potion.

Thus, Mrs. Marian assumed that Vitarosir, the only woman present whose age seemed to match, was Black's mother.

A chill ran down Veta's back. She hurriedly waved her hands. "Not me..."

She pointed at Dumbledore. "He... he's Black's father too!"

Dumbledore's smile vanished instantly...

"Ah?" Mrs. Marian looked at Dumbledore, then at Grindelwald. "Are wizard relationships... this complicated?"

Face-to-Face Poaching, Huh!

"Never mind, never mind... I don't really want to understand your relationships."

"I don't care which one of you is Black's real father."

"I blamed you only so that you would understand how much this child suffered when he was young."

"I only hope that from now on... you can treat him a little better."

"Don't abandon him again, all right?"

"He really is a very good child..."

As she spoke, Mrs. Marian gazed gently at Little Lily, who had fallen deeply asleep in her arms.

"Mrs. Marian, you truly are a good person. At least, the best Muggle I've ever met," Grindelwald said solemnly.

"Don't worry. I already regret