During dinner, Dumbledore annouhat due to Professor Quirrell's injuries, all Defense Against the Dark Arts csses for the year would be temporarily repced with other subjects, which would be annouer.
The ge would st until Professor Quirrell recovered.
As he said this, Hoare felt that Dumbledave him a meaningful look.
What was he up to!?
Could it be that Dumbledore was worried he had goo the infirmary to beat up Quirrell?
Even though he thought this, Hoare couldn't shake off the look Dumbledave him when he left that night.
He was wary of him.
Hoare didn't uand why. He was just an ordinary student, what was there to be wary of?
Dumbledore khere was something unusual about his identity. He was aowledged by Hogwarts, but as the headmaster, Dumbledore had plenty of ways to make things difficult for him.
He o find a way to ease Dumbledore's s about him.
Should he reveal he was a Weasley?
After all, the Weasley ood for support and loyalty to Dumbledore.
No, it wasn't the right time yet.
The Squib Potion hadn't been fully developed and officially released.
If his family found out, with Arthur's and Molly's kindness, they might insist on giving it away for free to every Squib.
No, no, just thinking about that possibility made Hoare's heart ache.
He o dey, at least until the potion was released. After all, the potion wasn't finished yet, and Dumbledore wouldn't really turn against him.
With his thoughts sorted out, Hoare felt much better.
"Open the panel."
[Host: Hoare Weasley]
[Bloodline: Wizard Bloodline (Slightly Gifted)]
[Magic: LV2(0/200)]
[Build: 8/10]
[Wit: 1/10]
[Talent Overview:]
[SS-Level Ability: None]
[S-Level Ability: Mind Pace (Upgradeable)]
[A-Level Ability: Metamorphmagus (Upgradeable)]
[B-Level Ability: Potion Making (Anti-scabies Potion, Squib Treatment Potion, Glow Potion, Sliing Potion, Slimming Potion, Viagra Potion, Elixir to Induce Euphoria)]
[C-Level Ability: Spells (Patronus Charm, Basic Transfiguratioaught}, Petrificus Totalus, Fioying Curse)]
[Avaible Galleons: 2478 Galleons 6 Sickles 23 Knuts]
"Activate Quidditch talent, upgrade 200 points of magic."
There was a flying css this week, and Hoare was filled with anticipation. As humans, everyone dreams of s through the skies.
If possible, he wao py a game of Quidditch.
He had once had the ce to watch a Quidditch match with his family, and it ort that made your blood boil.
Who wouldn't want to py a game!
As frading his magic level, Hoare had been studying potions and practig spells tely. To be more adept, increasing his magic level was essential.
[Ding]
[gratutions to the host, magic has been upgraded to level 3]
[gratutions to the host, wit has been upgraded]
[gratutions to the host, bloodline has been upgraded]
[Panel Updated]
[Host: Hoare Weasley]
[Bloodline: Wizard Bloodline (Quite Gifted)]
[Magic: LV3(0/300)]
[Wit: 2/10]
[C-Level Ability: Spells (Patronus Charm, Basic Transfiguratioaught}, Petrificus Totalus, Fioying Curse), Quidditch Talent]
[Avaible Galleons: 378 Galleons 6 Sickles 23 Knuts]
"Out of money agaio speed up making money," Hoare muttered to himself.
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Madam Hooch had gray hair and yellow hawk-like eyes, with a head of ly cropped short hair and a no-nonsense demeanor.
Just like the css she taught, flying lessons.
After the css bell rang, Madam Hooch gave a brief greeting and stood at the other end of the wn.
"What are you all waiting for? Everyoand to the left of your broomsticks."
"Alright, move quickly, pce yht hand over the broom."
"Then say 'Up.'"
The and for the broom was very simple, and Hoare almost immediately got the broom to respond to him.
It was like— a e.
The broom uood his words, like ara hand that he could trol flexibly.
Hoare mouhe broom and began to rise slowly.
To be ho, not everyone could fly very high right away; there was still a bit of a psychological barrier.
As he enjoyed iing with the broom, he heard a otion nearby.
Hoare looked over and saw Neville Longbottryffindor, filing around in the air like a Bludger.
Then he fell from a high tower, and Madam Hooch paused the css to take him to the infirmary.
Hoare eechless. He had just started flying a little, and now Madam Hooch had paused the css, not allowing students to fly around.
As Hoare stood there with his broom, feeling a bit down, he heard a loud ugh, and he didn't eveo look to know it was Malfoy.
Malfoy was holding a ball and arguing with Harry in the air.
Hoare covered his forehead with his hand and looked up, squinting against the bright sun.
"Henry, could you help Draco? He's too impulsive, and I'm afraid he'll get hurt," Pansy said worriedly, tugging on Hoare's sleeve.
Hoare felt a pang of jealousy. Malfoy, an 11-year-old kid, already had a girl ed about him.
He raised an eyebrow and looked Pansy up and dowe the freckles on her face, her features hi the beauty she would grow into.
Of course, the main thing was the yellow gemstone pendant around her neck, bigger than an egg.
"200 Galleons," Hoare extended his right hand.
Pansy nodded repeatedly, "I didn't bring it, I'll get it for you wheurn to the dormitory," she said urgently.
"Put it on my tab, with a 10 Galleon i," Hoare tilted his head, his cute face showing a sincere smile.
Pansy's face darkened, but she could only agree through gritted teeth.
"Don't worry, leave it to me, everything will be fine. I guarantee your Draco won't lose a single hair," Hoare said, grabbing his broom and s into the sky.
Pansy stomped her foot shyly, "Who's Draco? We just grew up together."
Hoare asded and saw Draco teasing Harry with a crystal ball.
This se...
Hoare suddenly realized, wasn't this the part where Harry got selected for the Gryffindor Quidditch team?
No, he couldn't let Harry get selected.
Although Hoare was all about making money and chose Slytherin for that reason, after spending time there, he had developed a small sense of belonging to Slytherin, about the size of a grain of rice.
Hoare remembered that ever since Harry Potter was selected, Slytherin hadn't won a Quidditch match.
That protagonist's halo was blinding!
Deying it for a year would be a win.
"Draco, give it to me," Hoare reached out to Draco.
He saw Draco raise an eyebrow in surprise, as if shocked by Hoare's appearahen his expression darkened.
Huessed Draco's thought process and internally shouted 'Oh no!' This kid probably thought he was there to help Harry Potter!
Sure enough.
"Oh, you want it too?" Draco said arrogantly, shaking the gss ball in his hand, "Then go get it."
With that, Hoare saw Draco hurl the crystal ball forward with all his might.
Hoare's expression tightened, and he quickly mounted his broom to chase after it.
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