Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have? Chapter 691

The crowd gradually came down from the staff dormitory building.

Before long, almost everyone had arrived.

Only "Bart," who was dealing with a personal matter, was absent...

"Old Bart can't come for the time being," Barton said calmly as he approached Black.

"Oh? The medicine's taking effect?" Black asked with a grin, stroking his chin.

"Yes."

"How is he... doing now?" Black asked expectantly.

Barton fell silent for a moment before saying, "Very smelly..."

As soon as Barton finished speaking.

"Ding! A depressed emotion has been detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained a Gold Treasure Chest!"

Black observed Barton and found that he did not look depressed at all.

Which meant...

That depressed emotion had come from Grindelwald!

Snap! Black snapped his fingers.

Everything was going according to plan!

It wasn't that I was bad or inhuman. It was just that the Treasure Chests were too dazzling...

You were only making a few extra trips to the bathroom, while I could reap a huge Treasure Chest!

So, for the sake of my Treasure Chests, please make a few more trips to the toilet!

While Black's mind was filled with all sorts of outrageously unfilial thoughts.

Barton hesitantly asked, "Young Master Black, why did you choose him? He looks so weak..."

"If the mission we're about to face is particularly dangerous, I'm worried Old Bart won't be able to handle it. So I still suggest letting Old Bart return to Nurmengard to retire."

"Uh... you really are a kind person, Mr. Barton," Black said with a smile.

In truth, he found it rather amusing to hear Barton call Grindelwald weak.

Still, although the man's words were somewhat unpleasant, he really was looking out for his comrades.

He was worried that Bart, as played by Grindelwald, was too weak to