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

But they could only bully ordinary wizards.

If you expected them to be capable of anything greater... you were mistaken.

In Black's eyes, they really were a bunch of weaklings.

After all, even when they ganged up on her, they still couldn't defeat Agatha...

Agatha thought of those Dark Wizards who cowered whenever they saw her.

She immediately found it rather uninteresting.

Then, remembering that her suggestion had been rejected, she felt a little dejected.

"Then... what kind of people do you think we should look for?" Agatha asked.

Black rose to his feet. "At the very least... they need to be as strong as you to qualify!"

Black did not say, "They can't be weaker than you." Instead, he said, "They need to be as strong as you."

It was clear that he was being very considerate of Agatha's feelings.

Otherwise, wouldn't the implication be that Agatha herself was weak too?

Sure enough, the moment Agatha heard Black call her strong, she perked right back up.

People who worshipped strength tended to think more simply.

Agatha immediately asked the crucial question.

"Then... where are we supposed to find so many people that strong?"

"We don't necessarily need a lot of them, Agatha..." Black said seriously. "Soldiers should be elite, not numerous. But... I do have a way to find plenty of them..."

Agatha said excitedly, "I'm already looking forward to it!"

With more powerful people joining, she would have more sparring partners in the future.

Just thinking about it made her happy!

Still, she was not stupid.

She understood that if everyone selected was no weaker than her,

then the person helping Black manage the organization definitely could not be her.

Otherwise, there would be no way to command everyone's respect.

Never mind what others thought—if it were her,