Black: What? I Was the One Behind It All?

After answering, Black prepared to head back to the Room of Requirement.

Then he could play some interesting little games with Cassandra.

But just as he took a step forward, Dumbledore stopped him again.

"Right, Black, please send me to outside the Ministry of Magic."

"I must tell Cornelius about this in person."

Writing a letter would take time.

Besides, this matter could not be explained clearly in a letter. He still felt it was best to meet Minister Fudge in person.

"Alright." As Black spoke, a Dimensional Door suddenly appeared before Dumbledore.

Outside the door was an alley.

Beyond the alley stood a red telephone booth...

Dumbledore stepped through and caught the familiar scent of London's streets.

"Thank you, Black."

Dumbledore put on his Wizard Hat and strode toward the telephone booth...

Black then closed the Dimension Gate.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Professor Flitwick's glittering eyes.

"Black... what kind of magic is this?"

"Merlin, I've studied Charms for so many years, yet I've never seen a spell like this!"

"This isn't a spell, Professor." Black patiently explained. "It isn't even magic... Well, strictly speaking, it isn't magic from this world."

"Hiss... You mean this is magic from another world?"

"You could understand it that way... Actually, this power is borrowed..."

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell across Black's face.

Black woke up.

Squinting, he checked his pocket watch.

Hmm, only eleven in the morning...

Wait... eleven?!

Black's eyes flew wide open!

"Oh no! I had class this morning!"

Black hurriedly grabbed his Class Schedule and glanced at it.

"Potions class? Oh, then it's fine. Skipping it is no big deal."

Black tossed the Class Schedule aside and flopped back onto his bed...

Last night, after dealing with Peter Pettigrew's problem,

he had been