Is This How You Test Your Cadres? / What? I Woke Up and Became the Biggest Slave Owner of the Century?

Grindelwald's forces—he could mobilize them now, but using them did not feel reassuring in the slightest.

He was very certain of one thing: any specific information he asked them to look into, Grindelwald would absolutely receive an identical copy!

It gave Black the uneasy feeling of having his browser history checked by a parent...

"What do you want to do? You know... the people under us right now can't handle this kind of work," Old Rep said seriously.

Black pondered for a while, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Old Rep raised an eyebrow when he saw it. "Looks like... you've got an idea?"

"Old Rep, in that alley beside Chaos's Wish, there seem to be quite a few House-elves who have lost their masters?"

"Oh... I see... That really is a good idea." Old Rep put away his pipe. "Leave this matter to me... As for you, hurry back and get some sleep. Staying up late makes your hair fall out!"

Black could not help touching his thick hair.

"You can rest easy on that point. I'm probably not very likely to go bald."

"And even if it falls out, I have ways to make it grow back."

Old Rep did not respond. He simply smiled and saw Black out.

"Sleep, like good food, is a pleasure."

"If you're not going to sleep, I still have to."

"Have you even looked at what time it is? Old people don't sleep much to begin with."

"You could easily come talk to me about these things during the day. If not, sending a letter would work too."

"It's already three or four in the morning, and only now do you come looking for me. Honestly, you'll be the death of me..."

Muttering on and on, Old Rep pushed