Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 67 – Albus, are you doubting that child?

Hoare paused slightly, and Dumbledore immediately noticed, confirming his suspicions.

If Slytherin's founder truly created a living space for the Basilisk, it should have been in the Forbidden Forest above ground.

There, countless other creatures lived, a much better environment than a dark, damp underground.

"She's waiting for her master."

It wasn't Hoare who said this, but Snape.

Hoare raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, but not too much. After all, Snape was a double agent.

This wasn't something one could guess; Hoare had only deduced it after seeing the magic array in the Chamber.

"Oh? Why do you say that, Severus?" Dumbledore asked, feigning curiosity.

Snape glanced at Hoare's wrist and replied, "Just a guess."

Hoare...

The Weasley couple...

Dumbledore wasn't surprised, as he had guessed the same. He even consulted the Sorting Hat left by Gryffindor for this theory.

"Without an obsession, she wouldn't stay at Hogwarts. The passage is open; she could leave anytime, but she hasn't," Snape explained. "Magical creatures are more loyal and emotional than we imagine, even going against their instincts for a promise."

Snape looked up at Hoare, "You need to improve your Care of Magical Creatures class."

Hoare scratched his head.

The creatures shown in that class were just too ugly; he had no interest in learning about them.

However, he poked the sleeping Helena on his wrist with a finger, surprised by this side of her.

But it was strange.

Such a loyal Basilisk left her master's post just because of something he said, and she hadn't urged him since.

She could have hidden somewhere, waiting for Hoare's news.

But no.

Helena liked to coil around her tail on Hoare's wrist, pretending to be a golden bracelet, following him everywhere, occasionally sneaking into Gryffindor's dormitory to find Ron.

Even though Ron initially turned pale with fright, he now calmly cuddled Helena beside his pillow.

Hoare had speculated that the Weasley bloodline was exceptionally pure.

But Helena showed no special reaction when meeting other Weasleys, which puzzled Hoare, overturning his previous guess.

Hoare's actions were something he was used to, but they shocked Molly and Arthur, turning their faces pale.

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That was a Basilisk that could petrify with a glance!

"Helena really likes us," Hoare explained, seeing how tense they were.

"Us?" Molly was quick to catch the key point.

Hoare nodded, "And Ron. Helena often sneaks through the secret passages to Gryffindor to play with Ron."

Hearing this, not only Molly and Arthur turned green, but Snape did too.

A Slytherin Basilisk liking a Gryffindor Weasley!?

The thought was terrifying.

"Helena says we have the scent of her master," Hoare dropped another bombshell, leaving everyone stunned.

Merlin's beard! What kind of horror story was this?

The Weasleys had always been Gryffindors!

Having Gryffindor blood was not surprising, but being Slytherin's descendants seemed impossible.

Molly and Arthur frowned, recalling their family tapestry, finding it quite ordinary.

The couple exchanged looks, deciding to go home immediately after this to check their family tree.

"Hahahahahahahahaha—"

Suddenly, laughter filled the room. The Weasley couple looked over to see Dumbledore laughing uncontrollably.

"Hogwarts, one big family, hahaha, why should you care—"

Dumbledore felt he had never been so happy.

He couldn't wait to share this with Tom, before Tom perished.

Due to Hoare's earlier bombshell, the Weasley couple, faces pale, wanted to rush home to check their family tree.

The conversation ended temporarily.

"Hoare, leave the diary to me, don't worry." Dumbledore placed the blackened diary on his desk, holding the half-bottle of Basilisk venom Hoare had given him.

One drop would completely destroy the diary.

Produced by Helena, Hoare was confident.

Hoare needed to rest; he had three classes tomorrow, plus a teaching assistant session.

If he didn't sleep, he'd have to drink an energy potion again in the morning. Though improved, it still tasted terrible, worse than hot American coffee.

Dumbledore dismissed everyone, standing alone in the Headmaster's office.

"Albus, do you suspect that child?" A voice echoed in the empty office.

On the other side of the wall, hung with portraits of past headmasters.

Dumbledore shook his head, "Hoare is a good child, better than I imagined." He was already good, and knowing he was a Weasley made Dumbledore even more satisfied.

Capable, talented, and protective of his family.

Family, such a beautiful existence.

With family, Hoare Weasley wouldn't go astray.

Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"However, I always feel this child knows a lot—" His fingers brushed the diary on the desk, his fingertips sparking with starlight, "like the issue with this diary."

Dumbledore infused the diary with a trace of life force, rejuvenating it.

"Tom—" Dumbledore called.

The diary opened automatically, and lines of elegant golden script appeared on the blank pages.

The speed was astonishing, almost leaping off the page.

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Though the words were insults.

"What have you done to yourself?"

Dumbledore didn't expect a response from Diary Tom; he was merely talking to himself.

His gaze drifted to a white frame on the desk.