Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

Voldemort is dead, no doubt about it.

Black can swear on this point with his full-level necromancy.

Necromancers are more sensitive to death than ordinary people.

"Ah!"

In the sky, Dracula disappeared with half of his body.

It seems that he escaped in some mysterious way.

The bone dragon held half of the body in its mouth and looked at the place where he disappeared with regret. After all, in his opinion, this sandbag is quite fun.

And the rest of the vampires have all been wiped out.

Black turned around and looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the distance.

Dumbledore took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to communicate with the mysterious black wizard in front of him.

But how could Black dare to get close to Dumbledore.

He just said coldly: "Voldemort is dead."

Then he turned around and flew into the sky, stepping on the head of the bone dragon.

The rest of the members of the Fourth Scourge also returned to the flying carpet and gradually disappeared into the sky with the bone dragon...

Grindelwald also stared at the man in amazement. That man should be Black's subordinate.

And most of Black's subordinates were "borrowed" from him...

How could there be such a powerful person in his witch party?

If there really was one, Grindelwald should call him the boss! So, it must be someone Black recruited from other places!

After seeing Grindelwald's hesitant look, Black's puppet pressed his shoulder.

"Your friend is really powerful." Black said while remotely controlling his puppet.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrow. It seems that Black is not going to say it?

"Well... my friend is really amazing..." Grindelwald had no choice but to cooperate.

Then he found Dumbledore looking at him... it seemed that he had a lot to ask him...

Obviously, he heard what Black said, that the mysterious guy was his friend...

Grindelwald's face suddenly darkened, don't ask me! I don't know either!

Sure enough, Dumbledore spoke, "Your friend..."

"My men were seriously injured today, so I have to take them back to rest. Today, my old friends are all exhausted..."

Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore directly and called his men to leave.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at his back, "Didn't Black heal your men a long time ago? What do you mean by seriously injured?"

"Physical wounds can be healed, but what about psychological wounds? That's not so easy to treat! They were seriously injured just now, so it's reasonable for them to go back and rest early, right? Professor Dumbledore?"

After Grindelwald finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Professor, maybe he has something to hide." Black's puppet suddenly said.

Now, this puppet is just like Dracula's clone, being remotely controlled by Black, just like Black himself.

"A secret?" Dumbledore thought about it and finally nodded.

This makes sense. A person like that may not want people to know too much about him, so he may have an agreement with Grindelwald.

Otherwise, such a person would not have remained unknown in the past.

But...

Dumbledore glanced at Black, "I feel... when the shell exploded just now, it was a little familiar... It was very similar to the alchemical explosives you detonated here before?"

"Well... I did share the method of making this alchemical bomb with Professor Grindelwald. Maybe... he taught that person?"

Black didn't expect Dumbledore to be so sensitive, so he could only play dumb like this...

"Really? Well... Maybe it is true... Although that old bastard is not someone who is willing to share..." He raised his eyes and glanced at Black again, "That person... Do you think he will be my friend?"

"Ah?" Black didn't quite understand why Dumbledore asked this.

A mysterious dark wizard, why did Dumbledore ask him if he was "our" friend?

"Oh... I mean, he helped us today, so I thought he might become our friend..." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them.

"Well... I think he will be our friend." Black replied.

"Okay, as long as we are friends... then let's go back." Dumbledore put the half-moon glasses back on his nose and smiled again.

Black looked at Dumbledore's back and felt a little uneasy. Could it be... he saw something?

Dumbledore suddenly turned to look at Black and said, "Black, I think it would be great if you could use your teleportation magic to send me back to school. As an old man, I really don't like the feeling of Apparition. Besides, it's easy to catch a cold if I stand here and blow the sea breeze..."

"Oh, okay, professor..."

After the two returned to Hogwarts, Dumbledore left. He seemed to really go back to his office to rest.

There was no intention to write a letter to the Ministry of Magic at all.

After all, Fudge never admitted that Voldemort had been resurrected, and Bella and Barty Jr.... were killed by that cannon, and their bodies were all gone. There was no need to tell the Ministry of Magic, because even if he told it, there were no bodies, and Fudge would not believe it.

In his words at the time, he had worked hard for most of his life and was really tired. Now that Voldemort was dead, he could really take a good rest. As for the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world in the future... that would be left to the young people.

In the end, Black still felt that Dumbledore must have noticed something... Otherwise, thenA powerful necromancer appeared, he couldn't help but worry...

"Well, the old ones are still the best..." Black could only say this.

...

Black's real body soon returned to Hogwarts. After putting away his puppet and walking into his office, Baker and Dobby were already waiting for him there.

Before the battle began, they retreated according to the order Black had given them before.

They even used this waiting time to tidy up Black's messy room and office...

"Master Black!" The two house elves shouted in unison after seeing Black.

"You have completed your mission very well! Baker! Dobby!" Black certainly praised them generously.

After all, they made a great contribution to the successful killing of Voldemort this time.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even know when Voldemort would run away.

Hearing Black's praise, the two house-elves were still as excited as ever.

However, the two elves did not seem to get along well with each other.

"Dobby is a bad elf!" Baker said contemptuously, "He actually intends to take the reward given by Master Black! House-elves should not ask for rewards!"

Hearing this, Dobby could only shrink aside aggrieved, but his big tennis-ball-like eyes were clearly filled with desire.

"Baker, don't be like this, Dobby is a free elf. Besides, I promised him before that I would pay him." Black took out the purse, counted out five silver Sickles, and handed them to Dobby.

"Ah! Generous Master Black! Dobby... Dobby is very grateful!" Dobby thought that Black was not going to pay him after what Baker said... After all, his previous master was such a wizard...

"I am a wizard who keeps his word, Dobby... By the way, because your mission has been completed, so..."

"Dobby understands! Master Black's employment relationship with Dobby ends here. Of course, if Master Black still needs Dobby to do something, he can continue to look for Dobby! Dobby doesn't want much reward!" Dobby blinked his big eyes and looked at Black eagerly. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Black's commission was his first job after leaving the Malfoy family...

No way, no wizard family would be willing to pay a house elf.

"Dobby... If you are willing, I can ask Professor Dumbledore to hire you and let you work at Hogwarts. Now, Professor Dumbledore should be in a good mood, I think he will find a good job for you."

As Black said this, he wrote a note and handed it to Dobby, asking him to find Professor Dumbledore.

Since Dobby helped him a lot, it is also reasonable for him to help Dobby get rid of his hungry wandering life. []

Also, in the original book, he would have beenProfessor Dumbledore hired him, which was considered a return to the world line.

"Ah! Master Black... even introduced a job to Dobby! He is really... too gentle! Too great!" Dobby's tears fell down.

Well... just like the faucet in the toilet where Myrtle stayed...

For the sake of his carpet, Black quickly comforted him. He didn't understand how Dobby could have so many tears with such a small body!

After sending away the two elves fighting each other, Black lay on his bed with his arms and legs spread out.

Voldemort is dead, at least half relieved, as for the tower...

The organization should hate the fourth disaster the most now, followed by Grindelwald.

In view of this matter, he was just a marginal role in it, and was only an auxiliary in the battle, so the tower should not be angry with him now, or even Dumbledore.

So, he can take this opportunity to join the tower and disintegrate the organization from the inside...

Of course, if he finds out the situation of this organization, it would be good to find a way to become the boss of the tower.

However, Black still cares about the desperate female voice when Voldemort died...

Why does that woman care so much about Voldemort's life and death? Don't they protect Voldemort to use him?

However, thinking about it, Grindelwald, who was very active in the battle, does not seem to be in a safe situation now...

He cares so much about Voldemort's tower, he must want to know from him who the mysterious necromancer is.

Since Grindelwald helped him block hatred this time, Black can't just ignore him.

So, Black plans to make him a puppet ball.

Usually, the real body hides, and only controls the puppet to move outside.

In that case, even if the puppet is killed, Grindelwald will not be harmed at all.

Besides, with Grindelwald's ability, it is not so easy to kill him.

As for how to make a second puppet ball... that's easy.

It will take time for Black to research the technology of the puppet ball now, but here is a finished product!

When he was repairing it, he had already mastered the technology.

It would be very simple to make it again!

That night, Black sent a brand new puppet ball directly to Grindelwald through the dimensional gate.

It was not until this time that Grindelwald realized that the so-called mysterious friend was actually Black himself!

And Black, who had been fighting side by side with them, was just a puppet!

Of course, Grindelwald was extremely interested in this alchemical tool that could turn into a puppet clone that was almost identical to himself.

“.I have long been bored with those trivial matters... This time I have a clone puppet, I can let the puppet help me complete these annoying tasks."Work!" Grindelwald said happily.

However, Black quickly poured a bucket of cold water on him, "But your puppet clone does not have independent consciousness, you still have to control it. So... you still have to deal with those trivial matters..."

"Can't you create a clone that can help me work?" Grindelwald said desperately.

"Maybe in the future, but not now." Black said regretfully.

...

After leaving Nurmengard, Black slept soundly, and early the next morning, he rushed to the school hospital to visit Snape.

When Black came, Snape had already woken up and was looking at the potion in his hand with resistance.

"Severus, I know that the potion I brewed is not as good as yours, but I am very sure that its efficacy has not weakened much, so please don't be too disgusted. "Madam Pomfrey said with a hurt face.

Obviously, the potion she brewed was disliked by this old bat...

"Good morning, Severus, good morning, Madam Pomfrey..." Black walked in carelessly.

"Well... it seems that our potion professor is unwilling to drink the potion?"

Snape frowned and looked at him. He felt that this kid was hateful...

"I think he just wants to drink the potion he brewed." Madam Pomfrey said dissatisfiedly.

Black smiled and said, "Maybe, we should give him some candy?"

Snape stared at Black with a dark face. After a long silence, he explained: "This potion... lacks a portion of fig powder... It will make me sleepy."

"Oh, Severus, you are injured now. It will be good for you to rest more. "Madam Pomfrey said helplessly.

She just didn't understand why this guy was so unwilling to sleep?

Black knew why, because he was still on guard against the remnant soul of Barty Jr., and he couldn't sleep too deeply...

Otherwise, the remnant soul might break through his brain occlusion.

"Drink it with confidence, Severus. It's all right now." Black smiled.

"Solved?" Snape raised his eyebrows and asked hesitantly. He felt his arm burning last night, and the mark of the Death Eater told him that the man seemed to be back!

"Yes, very neat and tidy! The thing that affects your sleep is gone." Black said firmly.

After Barty Jr. died, the remnant soul that remained in Snape's mind also disappeared, and the man also died!

"Gudong gudong! "Snape, who had already gotten the answer he wanted, drank the potion in one gulp, "Sorry, Poppy... your potion is very good, I just have personal reasons..."

"Plop!" Snape fell on the bed and fell asleep. The effect of the potion took effect very quickly... Of course, it could also be that Snape was too tired.

After all, he had been collapsing for so many years.He was very tight, and only today could he completely relax...

"Oh my God! Did you hear that? Severus actually apologized to me!" Madam Pomfrey was shocked.

Black smiled and said, "Yes, Madam Pomfrey, I heard it. I think... you may find some more interesting changes in him in the future.".