Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

It was only then that Grindelwald came back to his senses.

In an instant, he saw that nearly the entire group had already gone through.

And Black had left long ago.

Grindelwald grabbed the last person in the line—the old Pure-blood party wizard he intended to replace, who had been about to sneak away in the confusion.

The old Pure-blood party wizard could only step back with a forced smile.

Only then did Grindelwald transform into the old Pure-blood party wizard's appearance with satisfaction, blending into the back of the line as he stepped through the Dimensional Door...

"Ah-ha! I'm so excited! I finally don't have to stay at Nurmengard as a dorm supervisor!"

Grindelwald slipped into character in an instant. Clutching the old man in front of him, he spoke in the old Pure-blood party wizard's voice.

The old man in front turned to look at him before saying, "Yeah. Coming out to work is indeed more interesting than being a dorm supervisor at Nurmengard."

"I wonder what Young Master Black needs us to do?" Grindelwald asked probingly.

"Bart, didn't you hear Professor Grindelwald? You can't go wrong following Black! Stop asking so many questions. We'll naturally find out once we get there!"

Bart was the name of the old Pure-blood party wizard who had been swapped out.

Naturally, Grindelwald recognized his old subordinate as well.

"Barton! I'm just too excited. How long have I been cooped up in Nurmengard?"

"It wasn't easy getting out!"

Barton gave the Bart impersonated by Grindelwald a suspicious look.

"Why do I feel like there's something off about you?" Barton said.

"What? What's off about me?"

Grindelwald was slightly startled.

Surely his disguise wouldn't fail before he even got to Black!

It would be one thing if Black exposed him.

But if someone