Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons

"Are you a troll or is your brain filled with slugs?" Hoare rolled his eyes and spoke.

How could anyone believe such an absurd rumor?

However, Hoare had a suspicion about the source of the rumor.

He couldn't help but twitch his lips, those two mischievous brothers.

"What!?" Blaise was stunned, feeling deeply deceived, and now he was being scolded?

"Why are you insulting me!" Blaise was angry.

"You believe such fake news, who else should I scold but you—" Hoare retorted speechlessly.

Then Hoare saw the group in front of him looking up, down, left at the pillars, right at the armor, basically looking everywhere but at him.

He almost laughed out of frustration. "So, you all believed it?"

Such a ridiculous story!

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Did Hagrid's acromantulas eat their brains?

"If there was something wrong with me, wouldn't Headmaster Snape have noticed?" Hoare questioned.

"If you were Dumbledore's person—it's normal for the headmaster not to notice..." Pansy's voice grew smaller under Hoare's glare.

"Do you all have so little faith in the headmaster?" Hoare sighed, rubbing his forehead.

The two Slytherins stood awkwardly to the side, saying nothing, as if their silence spoke for them.

'Yes, our poor headmaster is deceived by the evil Dumbledore.'

"And what about you two..." Hoare turned to look at Harry and Hermione.

Surely the Gryffindors wouldn't believe such an outrageous story.

After all, because of him, Gryffindor's house points were almost at the bottom this year.

Why almost? Because Hufflepuff was just a little lower, just a little.

If Gryffindor kept losing points at this rate, they'd definitely end up last by the end of the year.

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance and nodded sheepishly.

Harry spoke shyly, "It was George who said it."

"He said his little brother Hoare was willing to risk everything to defeat the evil Slytherins."

Hoare rubbed his forehead, of course.

He tried to protest, "I remember after coming to Hogwarts, I even bullied Ron, defeated Gryffindor's Quidditch team, and tricked many Gryffindor students."

Hermione added, "Fred said Hoare had no choice, that he was hiding his identity. In truth, his heart was full of pain and he cried under his covers every night."

Hoare decided he was going to kill those two idiots right now.

He took a deep breath and tried to smile.

Then he saw the four people opposite him immediately huddle together, trembling!

Hoare paused, gritting his teeth, "Enough already!"

"You've known me for a while now, would you rather believe others?" He emphasized the word 'others,' gritting his teeth.

"My bad, Hoare. We're still friends, right?" Harry immediately let go of the other three and acted as if he believed in Hoare.

The other three looked at Harry, dumbfounded!

Harry Potter! How could you betray us so quickly!

Hoare shook Harry's hand and reintroduced himself, "Hoare Weasley, I'm Ron Weasley's twin brother."

"I'm Harry Potter, a friend of Ron and Hoare."

The other three quickly grabbed Hoare's hand, eager to introduce themselves.

"I'm Blaise Zabini, Hoare's new roommate." Blaise winked playfully.

Hoare raised an eyebrow, he'd been wanting to switch dorms for a while.

That Millicent Bulstrode in his dorm was just insufferable, complaining all the time.

"I'm Hermione Granger, nice to meet you, Hoare."

"I'm Pansy Parkinson, I still owe you 17 Galleons."

Pansy finished, and Hoare quickly added, "It's 17 Galleons and 4 Sickles, plus interest."

As soon as he said that, the other four gave him a look that said, 'You're still the same Hoare.'

They all exchanged smiles.

Hoare knew they didn't really believe the rumor, they just wanted an excuse to reintroduce themselves.

To avoid making things awkward.

After all, Hoare had been with them for almost a semester and knew what kind of people they were.

Though they each had their own little thoughts, they were just kids with simple minds.

Hogwarts was truly wonderful, a paradise in the wizarding world, protecting every child.

At that moment, Hoare understood why Voldemort chose Hogwarts for the final battle.

Because Hogwarts was not just a school, but a spiritual home for every wizard.

To conquer Hogwarts was to shatter all hope and beauty for wizards.

For the first time, Hoare thought maybe, just maybe, he could try to protect these beautiful smiles.

He cleared his throat, shifting his thoughts.

He was afraid if he thought any further, he'd draw his wand and start hunting down the remaining pieces of Voldemort.

"I'm going to the infirmary to see Ron and Draco," Hoare asked, "Are you coming?"

The four looked at each other, at such an exciting time!

"Yes!" they all said in unison.

Hoare knew exactly what they were thinking.

But too bad, they probably wouldn't see what they wanted.

After all, Draco saw him change back to his original form yesterday, and as for Ron, Hoare wasn't worried at all.

In this world, anyone might be mad at him, except Ron.

Speaking of the infirmary, Number 3 had been handed over to Dumbledore.

But Number 2 was still lying in the infirmary.

Hoare knew Number 2 was definitely faking it.

Dumbledore should be able to sense from Number 3 that Voldemort had split himself.

This way, the remaining pieces, Dumbledore would surely deal with swiftly.

Ah! Hoare clapped his hands, suddenly remembering something.

"Harry," Hoare turned to Harry, "Did the headmaster tell you about your godfather?"

Hoare recalled that one piece of Voldemort seemed to be related to Harry's godfather, so he thought to ask, only to see Harry's face turn gloomy.

"What happened?" Hoare was surprised, could something have happened to Sirius?

"Someone broke out of Azkaban..." Harry sighed, scratching his head, "And my godfather is among them."

Hoare frowned.

He remembered that Harry's godfather originally broke out because he saw Scabbers in the news.

But Scabbers hadn't been in the news now, had he?

He'd been behaving himself.

His legs were crippled, he couldn't misbehave even if he wanted to.

So what was the reason?

Hoare felt a bit annoyed, this Sirius always did unexpected things, it was just asking for trouble.

If he hadn't already promised Harry a gift, Hoare would have considered getting him a new one, one that wouldn't run off.

But it was too late now, Hoare sighed.

"Don't worry, Harry, I have a plan."

He'd publish a story: 'The Little Chosen One Suffers Abuse from Muggle Relatives, Why?' and see if that would bring him out.