Hoare rembered that the venom from a basilisk's fang could destroy soul fragnts.
If Number 3 didn't speak up, he wouldn't mind letting him be slowly tortured to death by the venom.
He opened the diary in his hand and borrowed a quill from Madam Pomfrey's desk.
"What did you do to Ron?" Hoare wrote in the notebook.
The mont he put pen to paper, Hoare could distinctly feel sothing trying to crawl up from the point where the quill t the notebook.
His writing seed to gradually disappear, leaving the page blank.
Then, right under everyone's noses, a line of golden text appeared on the white paper.
"Who are you?"
Dumbledore frowned deeply. "Henry, you shouldn't continue." He voiced his concern, knowing there was sothing wrong with this diary. If possible, he needed ti to examine it.
"This is the quickest way," Hoare insisted. Everyone understood that Ron didn't have ti to wait.
"You don't need to know who I am; you just need to tell what you did to Ron," Hoare continued writing.
"Why do you think I would tell you?"
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 seed like the other side was pondering sothing, 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 na!?
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 n found it familiar.
Snape was rely puzzled; it was sowhat similar but not exactly the sa. 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 forr student.
Voldemort's true na.
Just as Dumbledore was about to speak, Harry rushed back, handing sothing 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 ford a single stroke.
"I'll talk! Keep the basilisk away from !"
"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.
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 mont 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 ."
"He's a Squib, but he's still my brother."
"He likes to play a ga where he pretends to sell to soone as a helper, and then I sneak away. Each ti, 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 around the house to find it. If I don't help him, Hoare gives 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 ?"
"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 ...?"
"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 so sort of deal, which was why his life force was being consud so quickly.
Hoare hadn't expected the reason to be himself.
This was the first ti 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 consud 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 consud 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 ant 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.
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