Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 62 – Ron’s chat history

The words appeared slowly, almost nonchalantly.

Hoare's lips curled into a cold smile.

"You can choose not to speak."

"I can also choose to let Helena bite you."

"Riddle."

The ink was absorbed by the white paper.

It seemed like the other side was pondering something, and after a long while, a sentence appeared: "Who is Helena?"

Hoare...

What? You've had her do your bidding, and you don't even know her name!?

Are you Huang Shiren!?

The others could only see Hoare writing and stopping in the notebook, but for Dumbledore and Snape, who stood beside Hoare, they could clearly see every word he wrote.

When the handwriting appeared, both men found it familiar.

Snape was merely puzzled; it was somewhat similar but not exactly the same. The writing was too immature compared to that person's.

But Dumbledore's pupils shook. He had taught that person and studied everything about him repeatedly.

He naturally recognized this handwriting.

Most importantly, Hoare's way of addressing that person.

Everything pointed to who was on the other side.

Tom Riddle.

His former student.

Voldemort's true name.

Just as Dumbledore was about to speak, Harry rushed back, handing something to Hoare.

Hoare casually placed the small object on the diary.

Only then did Dumbledore see that it was a small snake.

No, that's not right!

Although the snake's eyes were green, not the yellow described in books, Dumbledore could still sense her power from her aura.

She even had a small bump on her head.

Dumbledore and Snape exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

It was a basilisk!!!

Hoare didn't bother explaining to Number 3. He took Helena from Harry's hands and placed her, looking sleepy, directly onto the diary.

"Helena, bite."

Hoare commanded directly.

Helena, still groggy, instinctively opened her mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and was about to bite down.

A line of words hurriedly appeared on the blank notebook, so quickly that they almost formed a single stroke.

"I'll talk! Keep the basilisk away from me!"

"How can you command a basilisk?"

"Who are you really?"

"Are you a descendant of Slytherin?"

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Hoare rolled his eyes. "Helena, wait."

Helena, feeling played by Hoare, unhappily slithered up his arm and coiled around his neck.

She lightly nibbled on Hoare's wrist, as if using him to sharpen her teeth.

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The sight made everyone around anxious, especially Dumbledore and Snape, who knew what Helena was.

Hoare ignored them and wrote in the notebook, "Answer my question."

There was a moment of silence, and then the golden text began to flow.

"See for yourself."

The golden text disappeared, replaced by long passages of black ink, which Hoare recognized as Ron's handwriting.

Before Hoare's eyes, a scene gradually unfolded.

It was Ron.

In the pitch-black night, while everyone else was asleep, he was the only one sitting at the desk, writing in the diary with a troubled expression on his face.

"Hoare is my twin brother, even though he always likes to bully me."

"He's a Squib, but he's still my brother."

"He likes to play a game where he pretends to sell me to someone as a helper, and then I sneak away. Each time, we manage to earn a few Knuts."

"Then we secretly buy candy. Hoare really loves sweets."

"He's eaten so much that he has cavities, and when Mom hides the candy, he drags me around the house to find it. If I don't help him, Hoare gives me this pitiful look, thinking he's being fierce."

"I miss him."

"I tried writing him letters, but there's no reply. Is he mad at me?"

"Even though Hoare says it's fine, I can feel that he's unhappy inside."

"Mom says that Muggle school is completely closed off, just like Hogwarts, and very safe."

"But Hoare has never been to the Muggle world. What if he's not used to it?"

"I keep wondering, we're twins, just like George and Fred. Why is Hoare a Squib?"

"Is it because of me...?"

"If, if it's possible, as long as Hoare can be cured, I'm willing to do anything."

"What, really, Riddle! Do you really have a way?"

"Thank you so much, Riddle. No matter the cost, I'm willing."

"Willing, willing! Just half of my magic, Hoare and I are twins, we're basically one."

"So I just draw this magic array?"

"That simple!?"

"Alright, alright, I'll give it a try."

Finally, a magic array appeared on the white paper.

Dumbledore quickly leaned in for a closer look.

"This is!" Dumbledore's brow furrowed deeply. "This is a sacrificial magic array!"

As he spoke, the last stroke of the magic array was completed.

Hoare had a rough idea. Ron was probably tricked by Number 3 into some sort of deal, which was why his life force was being consumed so quickly.

Hoare hadn't expected the reason to be himself.

This was the first time Hoare truly felt that Ron was his brother.

Molly and Arthur had privately spoken to Hoare before he left for London.

They hoped Hoare wouldn't give Ron his owl address or communicate with him, not just for Ron's sake but for Hoare's as well.

Being twins, only to hear Ron talk about the magic-filled life at Hogwarts, was too cruel for Hoare.

After learning he was a Squib, Hoare and his family, no matter how indifferent they acted, had been silently distancing themselves.

To make the day of parting less painful.

But Hoare hadn't realized that being a Squib also weighed so heavily on Ron.

He had to save Ron, no matter the cost.

"Now that we know what the magic array is, Headmaster, can the consumed life force be returned to Ron?" Hoare asked, eyes red, looking up at Dumbledore with a hint of urgency.

Dumbledore cast a silencing charm outside the diary to ensure their conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"Yes, I can use a reversal spell to return the consumed life force to Draco and Ron," Dumbledore nodded.

"Please hurry, Headmaster." Hoare showed a hint of joy, but he noticed Dumbledore's expression hadn't improved.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem, Headmaster?"

Dumbledore's expression was a bit awkward. The magic array couldn't be opened from the outside.

Which meant that even if the life force was reversed, it couldn't return to the people inside the magic array.

Draco was fine; he was simply asleep and could break the array himself.

But Ron was in a coma.