Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 690

Then his gaze turned toward Old Rep's little detached house.

He could sense that Old Rep was inside.

Yet he still had not come out.

Just as Black was about to go down and knock on the door—

A gray blur flashed.

Old Rep appeared before Black, dressed in a gray wizarding robe with shoulder-length white hair.

He was also holding a pointed wizard's hat.

Black looked over Old Rep, who had just Apparated upstairs.

Then unconsciously stroked his long white beard.

"Say... Old Rep, are you cosplaying Grey Gandalf?"

Old Rep froze for a moment and asked, "Who is Grey Gandalf?"

"Uh... a character from some random book I read."

"Oh..." Old Rep did not suspect a thing.

He straightened his robes and said with a smile, "This is my finest outfit. I trust I won't embarrass myself in front of those old fellows."

Black reached out, lifted Old Rep's sleeve, and rubbed it between his fingers.

The garment actually shimmered with an unusual glow!

"What fine clothes, Old Rep!"

Naturally, what Old Rep had solemnly put on was no ordinary clothing.

This was an Alchemy creation! It was exceptionally expensive!

If Black had not paid them such generous wages,

Old Rep would never have been able to afford such an alchemical product.

"If you wanted alchemical clothing, you should have come to me. This must have... cost quite a lot, right?"

Old Rep shook his head. "The clothes you make are naturally excellent, but while your Alchemy creations are powerful, they are also too understated. Those people won't be able to see what makes them special."

"Only this kind of nouveau riche style can let everyone know that if they follow you, they can afford clothes like these too."

Black found it rather amusing.

But he also knew