Snape, the headmaster, led Hoare and the other two out of the headmaster's office, his face as dark as if a werewolf had stepped on his foot.
Hoare had no idea what he was so angry about.
When they reached the entrance of the Great Hall, Snape flung his robes and was about to leave when Hoare hurriedly grabbed the hem of his robe.
Snape was completely unprepared for Hoare's strength and almost stumbled.
"You better have a good reason!" Snape spat out through gritted teeth.
Hoare awkwardly released his grip, surprised by his own strength. "Haha..." He chuckled foolishly, then under Snape's murderous gaze, he pulled a storage bag from his robe pocket.
He handed it to Snape. "Professor, this is your Christmas gift. Please accept it."
Snape was about to scowl but paused when he saw the bag Hoare offered. To be honest, his expression at that mont made Hoare burst into laughter internally.
The headmaster Snape was actually embarrassed!
Snape awkwardly accepted it. "Thanks. But Mr. William, even if you try to please your professor, you still have to take your Potions exam yourself."
With that, he quickly turned and left.
Hoare noticed that his pace was much faster than usual.
Harry and Ron finally released their hands from their mouths.
"Oh my! Snape was embarrassed! Haha..."
"Hahaha..."
"Let's eat." Hoare rolled his eyes and walked into the Great Hall.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances and quickly ran after Hoare. Harry put an arm around Hoare's shoulder and curiously asked, "Henry, what did you give Professor Snape?"
Ron leaned in, equally curious.
"Helena's shed snake skin."
"What!"
"What?"
"You're—" Ron looked around and continued, "You're exposing Helena's existence!" He looked anxious.
Hoare hadn't expected Ron to care so much about Helena.
"It's just snake skin, indicating that a snake once lived there," Hoare explained. "And snake skin is a very important potion ingredient. It has mild regenerative properties, making healing potions more effective."
It's also beneficial for the secondary developnt of the Squib Potion.
Harry and Ron nodded, and the three of them sat down at the table.
They had barely started eating when the Weasley twins hurried over.
They sat not far from Hoare, gesturing for him to co over.
Hoare walked over, puzzled.
"Scabbers is missing," George whispered, as Scabbers had been secretly taken from Ron.
"What?" Hoare frowned.
Fred recounted the situation.
"Stop." Hoare interrupted, "What did you just say?"
"…You-Know-Who is at the school?" Fred repeated cautiously, knowing that Slytherin students were sowhat connected to You-Know-Who.
Hoare stood up abruptly. Goodness, that little rat went to find its master.
"Forget about Scabbers. Find a more suitable test subject," Hoare said coldly.
He had originally planned to give Scabbers to Dumbledore to exchange for the gift he had given Harry, "Sirius."
Now, well.
Hoare decided to teach Scabbers a lesson before exchanging it!
He left the long table, turned, and walked away, leaving only the fluttering back of his robe.
The twins were left staring at each other.
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Before going back, Hoare needed to visit a place.
The magic-filled gems Hoare had taken from the Chamber of Secrets had given him inspiration; those gems were clearly used for storing and extracting magic.
Since those gems could store and extract magic, why couldn't the Philosopher's Stone?
To verify a possibility, Hoare borrowed Harry's cloak and made another trip to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.
"Release tamorphmagus."
This was the first ti Hoare revealed his true appearance at Hogwarts, with red Weasley hair, and he was slightly shorter.
This was the appearance of Hoare Weasley.
Hoare walked to the door, cut his palm, and when the blood slowly oozed out, he pressed his palm against the door.
The blood flowed rapidly along the carved lines on the door, as if they were alive, hungrily drinking the blood.
In just a few seconds, the door opened.
Hoare's guess was correct.
An S-level tamorphmagus had completely beco another person, and no matter what magical tool was used, it would show Henry William.
Just like before, the Marauder's Map would still display Hoare's real na, but since the upgrade, the Marauder's Map showed Henry William.
Because he had completely beco Henry William.
Hoare didn't stay long; he took what he wanted from the room and returned to his dormitory through the portal.
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Night fell, and Hoare returned to his dormitory, where the Marauder's Map was still in the drawer.
He opened the Marauder's Map, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
He tried to find Peter Pettigrew among the sea of nas.
"No wonder Ron lived with Scabbers at Hogwarts for three years without George and Fred noticing anything wrong," Hoare muttered, rubbing his eyes at the densely packed nas on the map.
It was Christmas, so there weren't as many people, but the Marauder's Map was still filled with nas.
Without finding a na, he couldn't locate it.
Hoare thought to himself that it would be great to upgrade the Marauder's Map soday.
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Add a search function, a filter function; different colors for different houses, categorize headmasters and professors; and add photos and basic information for everyone.
Wouldn't it be easier to find soone then?
Hey!?? Hoare thought, wouldn't that be like a database?
Realizing he was getting sidetracked, Hoare quickly rubbed his eyes and continued searching the Marauder's Map.
Helena climbed onto his shoulder, also looking at the Marauder's Map with curiosity.
Hoare joked, "I'm looking for a Peter Pettigrew. Can you help find him?" He used his wand to spell out Peter Pettigrew's na in the air.
Helena hissed happily and then brought her small eyes close to the Marauder's Map, searching everywhere.
Hoare rubbed his forehead helplessly and joined in.
One person and one snake, staring at the map, searching na by na.
"Hiss hiss hiss." Helena called out at a na.
"That's Peter Savage."
After a while.
"Hiss hiss hiss."
"That's Peter Hodgson."
After a while.
"Hiss hiss hiss."
"That's Peter Stevanovich."
...
After nearly ten repetitions, Helena lost patience, her tongue flicking in and out.
Suddenly, she raised her body. "Hiss hiss hiss."
Hoare said helplessly, "This ti, it won't be Peter Parker, will it?"
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