Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 63 – I am not called Tom!!!

Hoare's mind was in turmoil.

This would expose him directly, and making money might not be as smooth as before.

Making money was to become stronger, and becoming stronger was to protect himself and his family.

Now Ron was lying right in front of him, and if he hesitated any longer...

Once he made up his mind, Hoare's gaze became even more determined.

He handed Helena to Harry, and without needing to say much, Harry took it, a slight understanding between them.

Dumbledore didn't notice, he was also pondering, "If there's really no other way, I—" He took a step forward, if necessary, he would break the magic array and shield the child from harm.

During this time, other professors were also stationed at the school, and after a period of recovery, there wouldn't be any issues, but nothing could happen to the Weasley child, as it was also a statement to his supporters.

"Headmaster, the diary for you."

Hoare handed the diary to Dumbledore, looking up with a determined gaze.

He took a step forward.

"Henry, wait—" Dumbledore took it, intending to instruct Hoare on some matters, hoping to minimize the damage when he unlocked the magic array.

But he immediately realized Hoare's intention.

"Henry—"

Dumbledore was shocked as he watched Hoare begin to transform right before his eyes.

First, his height, then his hair, changing bit by bit.

Towards—Dumbledore turned back to look at the bed, Henry was transforming into Ron.

When Hoare stood before the magic array, he looked exactly like Ron, indistinguishable except for his expression.

Dumbledore wanted to reach out to stop him; he knew Hoare was a Metamorphmagus, but a Metamorphmagus couldn't deceive the magic array—

Hoare stepped inside.

"Ron!!!" A loud shout came from afar, it was Mrs. Weasley's voice.

Molly Weasley and Arthur Weasley hurried over, their clothes in disarray.

"Headmaster—" They only managed to say one word before seeing the person inside the magic array.

Their eyes widened.

"That, that is—"

Percy stammered, asking George and Fred who were present.

But the twins, having seen everything, were already frozen, unsure if this was the person they thought it was.

But it couldn't be, it just couldn't be!?

Percy didn't get the answer he wanted because everyone was watching the magic array.

"Headmaster, please tell us the spell to lift the magic." Hoare stood beside Ron, even his voice was identical.

Dumbledore nodded.

On another bed, Draco had also been awakened, looking terrified at Hoare.

"Two, two, two Weasleys!?" Draco shouted, rubbing his eyes hard, "Dad, am I seeing things!?"

"Henry, Mr. Malfoy, repeat after me." Dumbledore stood between the two beds, holding the diary.

Draco wanted to say more but was stopped by Lucius; now, nothing was more important than restoring his body.

Dumbledore slowly chanted each word.

The spell wasn't difficult, and didn't require much magic; even a weakened Draco could chant it completely, let alone a healthy Hoare.

A crisp "crack" sounded.

Hoare seemed to see the magic array in front of him take on a physical form, a semi-transparent glass dome.

It now had tiny cracks appearing, and the cracks grew more numerous and larger.

With a "bang," the glass dome shattered completely.

At that moment, Dumbledore chanted a spell loudly, slamming it onto the diary in his hand.

The diary let out a wailing scream.

Everyone present heard it clearly; it was a young man's voice.

Then, a large amount of rich, vibrant golden life force surged out of the diary, flying directly back to its owner.

Dumbledore's power made Hoare feel envious.

If he were that powerful, he could have noticed Ron's anomaly immediately.

Now, he wouldn't have to entrust Ron's life to others.

Not enough, not enough, not nearly enough.

Hoare's expression was resolute.

He had to earn more money, become even stronger.

One day, Hoare thought.

One day, he would stand at the pinnacle of power.

He wouldn't let anyone have the chance to harm any of his family again.

Hoare's attention was still on Ron, and he vaguely heard a sharp curse from not far away, a stranger's voice, pleasant yet filled with resentment.

"No!!!"

"That's mine!!!"

"Mine!!!"

"You fools! Do you know what you've done!"

"You've ruined a great wizard's plan!"

As the life force surged out, the diary also emitted a faint gray, thread-like smoke, which gathered on the ground and gradually formed a shadowy figure.

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The shadow was faint, but one could vaguely see the person wearing a Slytherin uniform, with an extraordinarily handsome appearance.

"Tom..." Dumbledore looked at the face he hadn't seen in years and couldn't help but sigh.

Tom Riddle's talent was undeniable; he was the most gifted child Dumbledore had ever taught in all these years.

Before Henry appeared.

"Dumbledore!" the gray shadow gritted his teeth, "It's you again! You've ruined my plans again!"

"Tom—" Dumbledore sighed, "What have you done to yourself?"

"I'm not called Tom!" the gray figure shouted at Dumbledore, "I'm called!"

He raised his head, eyes filled with disdain and hatred as he scanned the room, his voice low and proud, "I'm called Voldemort!"

The previously noisy crowd around suddenly fell into silence.

And this silence only lasted for a moment.

Tom, Hoare still preferred to call him Number 3.

Number 3 let out a sharp scream, his entire shadow twisting, becoming terrifyingly grotesque.

He screamed as he looked at his diary, "Red-haired Weasley! Fool! Useless! What are you doing!"

"Seeing how lively you are, let me remind you of your current situation." Hoare waved Helena and the diary at Number 3.

Helena was so angry she wanted to bite Hoare, daring to treat her like this!

But she didn't dare to bite hard, only nibbling lightly.

She didn't know why, but the person in front of her suddenly had an aura similar to her master's.

Earlier, when Hoare saw the diary no longer emitted golden energy, he snatched it back from Dumbledore.

Pinching Helena's cheeks, he squeezed a bit of her venom from her fangs and wiped it on the diary.

True to the Basilisk's venom, it was incredibly potent, and just a little bit caused the diary to start emitting black smoke.

Number 3 relied on life force to manifest his form, and now, aside from the bit he just used, the diary was completely empty.

Number 3 couldn't sustain his already faint shadow, unwillingly being sucked back into the diary.

Hoare weighed the diary in his hand, reflecting.

If Voldemort knew that one day, the Horcrux he created would become something that controlled him, would he be furious?

With the matter resolved, Hoare looked up easily.

In front of him stood two people.

Molly Weasley and Arthur Weasley.

They stared at Hoare with serious expressions.

Hoare...

'Help! Help! Help!'

'Ron, wake up! Or your brother's going to be killed!'