Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 65 – The Book of Admission has a bug!

He never expected the Weasley couple, who seemed so carefree, to be so sensitive and thoughtful inside.

But Hoare's words only made the two adults feel more guilty, convinced that he was just hiding his sadness.

"Hoare, you're our pride," Arthur said seriously, looking at Hoare. "No matter what you do, your mom and I will always be behind you, so don't be afraid."

"You just want to go to Hogwarts, why would we blame you?" Arthur shrugged jokingly. "Sweetheart, it's Hogwarts, who wouldn't want to go?"

He reached out and ruffled Hoare's red hair, thinking how red was the best color, and how ugly the green trim on the clothes was.

Then his gaze shifted to the side, to Snape, who had turned into a stone statue.

"Even if I'm in Slytherin?" Hoare naturally noticed Arthur's fleeting disdain and asked curiously.

Molly and Arthur's expressions twisted painfully.

Then, Molly glared at Arthur, signaling him to speak, and Arthur, as if biting down on a mouthful of blood, said through gritted teeth, "Yes, yes, even if you're in Slytherin, Slytherin is a great house."

Hearing this, the stone-faced Snape's expression twisted as well.

To be honest, Dumbledore also looked puzzled.

A red-haired Weasley in Slytherin's silver and green uniform looked strange no matter how you saw it.

"Can you tell your poor headmaster your name?" Snape, though his face was twisted, looked everywhere but at Hoare, and didn't ask why, only inquiring about his name.

"Hoare."

"Hoare Weasley."

Hoare shouted loudly in the office.

"Enough, you stupid troll, you're going to make your poor headmaster deaf," Snape said with a disdainful expression, but Hoare knew he was just shy.

"Thank you, headmaster," Hoare said gratefully.

"Thirteen inches of reflection," Snape coughed and added.

"Damn Snape! Why does my son have to write a reflection? He's still weak!" Arthur shouted.

"Shut up, Weasley! I'm Hoare's headmaster now," Snape's tone didn't change, but Hoare could hear a hint of pride.

Arthur naturally heard it too and exploded.

The two began bickering back and forth.

Hoare found their childish banter amusing.

He felt grateful in his heart, whether it was to his mom, dad, or the headmaster.

Perhaps at first, Snape was kind to Hoare because he could create potions, help in class, and bring glory to Slytherin.

But later, after that potion test, Hoare knew Snape genuinely treated him as a disciple, teaching him with care.

"Hoare, I just discussed with Albus about restoring your name," Molly sat beside Hoare, rubbing his red short hair.

"However, the headmaster went to check the Book of Admittance, so we'll have to wait for him to come back to know the details. Can we wait a bit?" Molly's tone was full of warmth.

Then, the tone shifted, and she twisted Hoare's ear. "Now, can you tell Mom about the good things you've done at school?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Molly, it hurts!" Actually, Molly didn't use much force, but that didn't stop Hoare from playing dumb and acting cute.

It was his usual trick, but unfortunately, it seemed to fail today.

Molly completely ignored Hoare's act and continued to tug on his ear. "Hmm?"

"I'll talk, I'll talk, Molly, spare me," perhaps Hoare's expression was too pitiful, and before Molly could speak, Snape interjected, "Mrs. Weasley, you're at Hogwarts, please let go of my student."

Snape's words made Molly's face twist slightly. Did he have to constantly remind her that the Weasley family had a Slytherin?

Molly let go.

The name "Henry William" was something Arthur and Molly often saw in letters from their sons.

At the time, they thought it was just a coincidence, that it happened to be the same as Old William's son next door, since the name was very common in England.

Especially the Quidditch match before Christmas.

With two sons participating, the Weasley couple was very invested.

But unexpectedly, the result was Gryffindor's crushing defeat by Slytherin.

Knowing the news that day, Arthur and Molly cursed Henry William all night.

It turned out anyone named William was no good, just like Old William's family next door, vengeful and foul-mouthed.

And now...

Arthur awkwardly smiled at his youngest son.

"Actually, it wasn't much, just doing what a student should do," Hoare said with a shy smile.

Molly wanted to ask more, but Dumbledore returned holding a book.

Hoare looked at the thick, large book, which seemed enormous even in Dumbledore's hands.

That was the Book of Admittance.

Every child whose magic manifested would be automatically sensed by the Quill of Acceptance, which would write their name in the Book of Admittance.

The Book of Admittance and the Quill of Acceptance ensured that Hogwarts wouldn't admit Squibs, those born into wizarding families but lacking magical abilities.

At eleven, those whose names were recorded in the book would receive acceptance letters.

Hoare's name, half a year ago, couldn't have appeared on it.

Dumbledore opened a page and showed it to the Weasley couple.

"Hoare's name appeared, but he missed the acceptance letter timing, so the Book of Admittance automatically recorded him for the next year."

Hoare scratched his head. Wouldn't that mean he'd start a year later than Ron?

No, no, that would be super weird.

"Headmaster, is there a way to move the name?" Hoare pointed to his name, demonstrating to Dumbledore his intention to move it forward.

Dumbledore chuckled, marveling at how adorable Hoare was. "Oh Hoare, my child, the Book of Admittance is sentient, I can't—"

Before he finished speaking, the Book of Admittance changed.

In front of everyone, the name belonging to Hoare Weasley followed Hoare's finger and began to move.

It moved to just after Ron Weasley.

"What... what's going on?" Arthur asked Dumbledore, bewildered, only to be met with the same confused expression.

Dumbledore was equally surprised.

The Book of Admittance was a sentient magical artifact, not obeying anyone's command. How did it become so obedient under Hoare's hand?

Hoare awkwardly held up his index finger, genuinely unaware he had such a skill.

"Headmaster, hehehe."