Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons

To my esteemed father:

The William family has indeed betrayed the great master and defected to that detestable Dumbledore.

He is disloyal and will inevitably betray us saints one day.

I suggest executing the entire William family immediately.

Herein, I attach the evidence.

[Evidence]

All for the greater good!

A loyal follower of the great Grindelwald

Your son,

Millicent Von

Hoare was stunned when he saw it.

Millicent Von!? Wasn't it supposed to be Bosted...

But it makes sense; when you're undercover, you usually don't use your real name, right?

Oh, damn!

Voldemort isn't even dealt with yet, and now Grindelwald wants to join the chaos!

Old Dumbledore has been so busy lately that he's lost weight!

Hoare wearily wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead.

Hoare checked the letters on the ground and saw that they hadn't been sent yet.

Luckily, they weren't sent, or else the William family would have died unjustly, not knowing who to seek revenge on.

Hoare noticed several letters from the same person, with the surname Von.

He skimmed through them and found that the person was Millicent Von's father.

In the letters, he instructed Millicent to keep a close watch on the "evil Dumbledore," report his actions regularly, and also keep an eye on that William.

There were also bits and pieces of persuasion, urging Millicent Von to stay obediently at Hogwarts, as it was a contribution to the master, all for the great ideal, blah blah blah.

It seems this Millicent Von is quite pitiful.

Sent by his family to a foreign land to work for some master, and being manipulated so he can't go home.

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Pitiful, truly pitiful, extremely pitiful.

So pitiful that Hoare almost shed tears.

Hoare raised an eyebrow, then decisively collected all the letters and left the dormitory.

Since it's so pitiful, he might as well go home early.

Hoare took a shortcut directly to the Headmaster's office.

Ever since Helena came along, he never worried about getting lost at Hogwarts again; the Marauder's Map was completely unnecessary.

Hoare thought through gritted teeth, it felt terrible to have his things taken away!

He must find a way to get them back.

With Helena's guidance, Hoare quickly reached the entrance of the Headmaster's office.

"Lemon Sherbet"

As soon as Hoare said it, the Gargoyle at the entrance moved aside, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.

The password to the Headmaster's office was really easy to guess, Hoare mused.

Dumbledore, hearing the statue at the entrance announce a student's visit, put down the documents he was grading and looked toward the entrance.

Seeing that it was Hoare, Dumbledore's face lit up with joy. "Oh, Hoare, my child, what brings you here?"

"Headmaster, I discovered this." Hoare placed a stack of letters on Dumbledore's desk. "I felt something was off, so I hurried to bring them to you."

Hoare's face was full of a 'I'm so scared' expression.

Dumbledore glanced at the letters, and upon seeing a certain name, paused noticeably, then tossed all the letters aside.

"Just in time, Hoare, I have something to discuss with you too." Dumbledore gave a helpless smile. "I think you would be willing to help an old man like me."

He handed a newspaper to Hoare.

It was the one announcing Sirius Black's exoneration.

Last time, Hoare anonymously sent a letter to Rita Skeeter, telling her a story about a poor, weak little wizard, oppressed by relatives since childhood, with no food and forced to work, only able to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs.

With Rita Skeeter's exceptional editing skills, sure enough, the next day, Sirius showed up on his own.

In Hogsmeade, he was directly captured by Dumbledore's people and brought to Hogwarts.

Hoare tilted his head. "Is there a problem?"

Isn't Sirius found already?

"Ahem." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Now there's a problem. Sirius wants Harry to spend the summer with him."

When Dumbledore mentioned this, a trace of guilt appeared on his face.

"But now, Tom's issue hasn't been completely resolved, you know—" Dumbledore's eyes were hidden behind his glasses, and Hoare couldn't see his expression.

Dumbledore looked very upset.

But Hoare knew that Dumbledore was trying to trick him.

Hoare feigned ignorance and smiled, not responding.

Seeing Hoare not replying, Dumbledore hid his curiosity and continued, "During the holidays, Harry still needs to stay with his aunt's family, at least until he comes of age. This is the best way to ensure his safety."

"So what can I do?" Hoare was pretending before, but now he was genuinely puzzled.

"Help me persuade Harry." Dumbledore sighed. "I know he really wants to spend the holidays with Sirius, but—"

Dumbledore looked up at Hoare. "But his safety is more important, isn't it?"

He seemed to be seeking Hoare's agreement.

"But Headmaster, what's the point of telling me this? You should tell Harry." Hoare hesitated, pulling his chair back a bit, feeling a bad premonition.

Dumbledore slowly revealed a kind smile. "Hoare—"

"Oh, my Headmaster—" Hoare pulled his chair back a bit more.

"You help me persuade Harry. I know Harry listens to you." This task was perfect for Hoare; Dumbledore couldn't bear to say it himself.

Sirius had just returned, and Harry finally had a family member who loved him.

To be the one to separate them now was too cruel.

He, as an old man, couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Heh." Hoare chuckled coldly. This was making him the bad guy.

Dumbledore took out a Storage Bag, sighed, and slid it across the table to Hoare.

"Hoare, my child, for us, Harry's safety is more important than anything. His parents sacrificed so much for the wizarding world."

Dumbledore's tone was heavy, his gaze passing through Hoare, looking into the distance, as if seeing the memories of students he was once proud of.

Seeing Dumbledore like this, Hoare silently accepted the Storage Bag and sighed. "Alright, I'll take it for now. I'll just try, and if I fail, I'll return it to you."

This task wasn't difficult at all; Harry wasn't someone who didn't understand the importance of things.

As long as he explained that the protective magic on Harry needed a blood relative to recharge, Harry would understand.

Dumbledore entrusted this task to Hoare, even in a way Hoare couldn't refuse, clearly testing him.

Testing if he knew about the protective magic on Harry.

Hoare raised an eyebrow; since the money was being offered, why refuse?

"Forgive me, as I age, I tend to reminisce." Dumbledore wiped the tears from the corner of his eye and saw Hoare out the door.

"Whew~" Dumbledore stood at the top of the stairs, thinking that Hoare probably sensed his intentions.

But so what?

If the boy had a better solution, it would be a win-win.

After all, he really didn't want to be the bad guy, especially with Sirius just returning.

"Albus, will that child listen to you?" a painting in the Headmaster's office asked.

"Hoare is a good kid, the best part is, when he takes money, he gets the job done, beautifully." Dumbledore couldn't help but praise.

He sat back at his desk, picked up the letters Hoare brought, and looked at the familiar name.

Dumbledore reached out to touch the white frame on his desk, slowly sliding his fingers along it, lost in thought, and finally sighed.

"Looks like it's time to visit an old friend."