Hoare was taken to the dungeons by Snape, which was essentially Snape's office.

  It wasn't his first time here; he spent most of his evenings in this pce, tinuing to develop the Squib potion with Snape.

  However, the atmosphere felt a bit different this time.

  S behind his rge headmaster's desk, hands crossed under his nose, his big, dark eyes staring unblinkingly at Hoare, as if... lost in thought?

  Hoare came to this startling clusion.

  He rexed internally; knowing Snape's personality, if there was something wrong, he would have started scolding already.

  Hoare thought of Professonagall, who had followed Snape in. It seemed the headmaster was worried Magall would give him a hard time, so he had dragged him away.

  Recalling what had just happened, Hoare frowned inwardly.

  The feeling of flying on a broomstick was truly unparalleled, incredibly wonderful, and utterly addictive.

  If possible, he really wao try the fastest broomstick of the day, the Nimbus 2000.

  Unfortunately, a Nimbus 2000 cost a whopping 2000 Galleons. Hoare could earn that, but he was relut to spend the money on it.

  Didn't you see? The wand in his robe pocket was bought from a sed-hand wand shop.

  If he hadn't e to Hogwarts inito, Hoare would have wao use his brother Bill's old wand directly.

  His thoughts drifted far away, and when he pulled them back, he sae had already ignored him and started grading papers.

  Hoare felt that standing there was quite tiring.

  He skillfully dragged a chair over for himself.

  Snape didn't even lift his head. The pile of part beside him was so high that a slightly shorter person might be pletely blocked.

  "Oh, I thought you liked standing as punishment. After all, with so mu your mind, getting stuck is normal."

  Hoare rolled his eyes, "Headmaster, what do you want with me? If there's nothing, I'll head back."

  S down his quill, folded his hands, and pced them on the desk.

  "Henry William," Snape called Hoare by his full name.

  To be ho, this made Hoare tense up. He khat whenever Snape called him by his full meant there was something for him to do.

  "I'm here," Hoare raised his hand.

  "Would you be willing to join the Slytherin Quidditch team?" Snape said, and then, remembering Hoare's temperament, added, "It's about Slytherin's honor."

  Clearly, Snape overestimated Hoare's need for honor.

  Hoare feigned ption on the surface, but inside he couldn't help but feel delighted. He had just been thinking about how to get a new broomstick. Look, here someone was it to him.

  However, being a Quidditch pyer wasn't an easy task.

  Besides regur coursework, he would have to make time for special training.

  Hoare currently o spend every evening on potion development, which was crucial for future rge sums of Galleons. Hoare took it very seriously.

  The potion was at a critical stage, just oabilizing ingredient away from success.

  Unfortunately, ret experiments hadn't been very promising.

  If the experiments failed, there would be no ine.

  Adding training on top of that would mean losing money.

  No, no, that was too unprofitable.

  Thinking of this, Hoare couldn't help but frown, looking troubled as he faced Snape, "Professor, you know my schedule. I really don't have time for training."

  Snape had also sidered this, but Hoare's talent in Quidditch was too tempting to ignore.

  Although Snape wasn't particurly fond of Quidditch, he cared deeply about Slytherin's victories and losses, being the headmaster.

  "You have a few csses exempt from homework. You squeeze some time out," Shought about Hoare's schedule.

  Hoare's face stiffened. Since when did Professor Snape bee so demanding?

  Look at that, is that something a person would say?

  Seeing Hoare's pained expression, Snape wondered if he was being too demanding of him, sidering he was just an eleven-year-old child.

  Then he suddenly remembered a certain hobby of Hoare's.

  Snape asked, "What would it take for you to agree to join the Quidditch team?"

  The pained expression on Hoare's face vanished, repced by a wide griended his right hand, palm up, "It'll ore."

  Snape... k would e to this!

  With a dark expression, he said, "You should know this is about the honor of the house."

  Hoare replied, "I know, I guarantee a win, but it'll ore."

  "The Quidditch team isn't easy to get into; others have to gh tryouts. You're sidered special."

  Hoare repeated, "I guarantee a win, but it'll ore."

  "Even the captai get special bes."

  Hoare insisted, "I guarantee a win."

  Snape squinted slightly, "They all bring their own brooms. If you join, I give you a new broom."

  "Nimbus 2000," Hoare sensed Snape's cession and added, "100 Galleons a week, and ara 1000 Galleons for winning a match."

  Hoare dared to ask for such a high priot out ance.

  He khat the Slytherihis year, who had just been appointed, weren't very skilled, except fhting.

  Snape had probably seeraining and realized that without ges, this year's matches were in jeopardy. Otherwise, as headmaster, he wouldn't usually interfere with Slytherin's internal seles or activities.

  "Are you a Niffler? All you think about is money!" Sood up abruptly.

  The tall shadow loomed over Hoare's eleven-year-old frame, but he wasn't dau all. Instead, he calmly said, "How did the headmaster know that's my dream?"

  Snape's sallow face turned as dark as his robes.

  He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, "Deal."

  Snape's efficy was indeed high. By breakfast the day, everyone saw an owl carrying a long, ed object fly to the Slytherin table.

  The owl dropped the item in front of Hoare and then flew out of the ceiling, just like its owner.

  Draco curiously leaned over, "What's that?"

  The item was tightly ed in broer, but its shape was faintly disible.

  Hoare thought Draco probably guessed what it was but didn't dare to admit it.

  Initially intending to take it back to the dormitory to un, Hoare couldn't resist his mischievous impulse. After all, it would be seen sooner or ter, so uning it now wouldn't matter.

  Hoare tore open the yers of broer, revealing the item inside.

  "Nimbus 2000!" Draco couldn't trol his volume, and his shout echoed throughout the Great Hall.

  "Nimbus 2000!"

  "Nimbus, Nimbus, Nimbus..."

  Well, now the whole school knew. Hoare facepalmed.

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