Thanks to Draco's promotion, everyo Hogwarts, from Dumbledore to the ghosts, now khat Slytherin had the you Seeker in history.

  Hoare scratched his head. To be ho, he felt like another Harry Potter at Hogwarts, stantly being watched.

  Fortunately, he had the Marauder's Map in hand, which allowed him to effectively avoid the crowds.

  uzzled him, though, was that ever since he became a Slytherin starter, Ron, his foolish brother, would give him the cold shoulder every time they met!

  This guy was getting bold! Hoare thought angrily, deg to sneak out one night and teach Ron a lesson by taking away Scabbers. After all, not everyone in Gryffindor was nice.

  Speaking of Scabbers, Hoare's eyes gleamed.

  When Percy first brought Scabbers home, Hoare immediately reized what it was and tried many times to get rid of it.

  He didn't know if it was just luck or if Scabbers had maxed out its evasion skills, but it mao escape every time.

  Hoare knew who Scabbers really was, but without evidence, he couldn't hand it over to the Ministry of Magic. Who would believe a child's words?

  Animagus was the pinnacle of Transfiguration.

  Mastering it was a difficult ahy process, taking several years.

  Moreover, the transformation process could be risky, with some people losing themselves and never returning to human form.

  There were only seveered Animagi in history, though there were illegal ones, like Ron's Scabbers.

  Naturally, not everyone khe spell to reverse it.

  Back then, Hoare didn't know who to ask for help, but now it was different.

  This was Hogwarts, where many could reverse an Animagus transformation.

  With this in mind, Hoare decided to act that night.

  Then he was stopped by Marcus Flint, who demanded he go to the small wn by the Forbidden Forest for training that afternoon.

  Marcus Flint, the captain and Seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch team, initially felt indignant and even tried to muster the ce to oppose the headmaster.

  Unfortunately, his ce vahe moment he saw the headmaster. After all, he was a Slytherin, not a Gryffindor; self-preservation was in his bones.

  Hoare arrived at the small wn, where the others were already on their brooms, waiting for him.

  Flint had privately hio all the starters to give Hoare a hard time, hoping to embarrass him into quitting the team.

  Hoare looked at the se before him, holding a training broom, and smiled kindly.

  Then, within fifteen minutes, he had Flint and the older students g for their mothers, falling off their brooms, and writhing in pain on the wn.

  Hhem. Didn't he know his own strength?

  He was holding back, after all. Otherwise, his strength of eight could have easily broken their bones.

  The sight made Dumbledore thusiastically.

  Dumbledore?

  Hoare nded his broom in front of Dumbledore and dismounted. "Headmaster?"

  Dumbledore looked as if he had just watched an exceptionally thrilling match, his face full of satisfa.

  Hoare thought about how Gryffindor had always beeen by the Slytherin team. It seemed Dumbledore had beely displeased for a long time.

  "Henry, that was a beautiful py you made just now," Dumbledore said, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his eyes. "It's been a long time since I've seen su exg Quidditch match."

  Hoare... You haven't seen a Slytherin starter knocked off their broom by a single shot in a long time, have you?

  "Hahaha, e, child, apany this old man for a walk," Dumbledore invited.

  Hoare handed his training broom to the just-recovered Flint, removed his gloves, and followed Dumbledore.

  As for training, Flint and the others probably o heir injuries more.

  Dumbledore led Hoare on a walk across the school's tral wn, where many students were gathered in small groups. They greeted Dumbledore warmly, regardless of their house.

  Hoare uzzled. He didn't know why Dumbledore had sought him out. Could it be about Quirrell?

  After the Quidditch lesson that day, Hoare had informed the headmaster, who said he would ha.

  But when he saw the headmaster that evening, he was told that Madam Pomfrey had testified that Quirrell hadn't left the infirmary that day.

  The matter was left unresolved, but Hoare's anger simmered beh the surface, waiting for the right moment.

  Hoare wondered if Dumbledore had sensed his pn to ambush Quirrell. Impossible, the sack was still safely tucked in his dormitory drawer.

  Could it be about the Squib potion?

  But the headmaster received daily reports oion's progress from Snape.

  Was he dissatisfied with their slress?

  They couldn't be bmed for that. They had tried all sorts of rare and on ingredients, yet the potion's stability remained poor, and its duration fell short of expectations.

  Experiments always required time and money.

  So why had he sought him out?

  Hoare couldn't think of any other reason.

  When he snapped back to reality, he found himself standing by the Bck Lake, with only the fish swimming in the ke and Dumbledore beside him.

  Dumbledore spoke, "Henry, you're a good child."

  At these words, Hoare's scalp tingled, and he quickly stopped Dumbledore from tinuing his praise. "Headmaster, if you have something to say, please say it directly."

  "Hahaha, you see, your headmaster has been so busy tely that his dark circles have deepened," Dumbledhed, getting straight to the point.

  "Headmaster's face doesn't show any dark circles," Hoare recalled Snape's sallow plexion, searg for any sign of dark circles but finding none.

  "Ahem, they are there, after all, he's getting older," Dumbledore tinued. "So, I'd like to ask you for a favor, to help your headmaster. You wouldn't refuse, would you..."

  "Wait, wait, wait," Hoare quickly interrupted, stepping back. "Please tell me what it is first."

  Dumbledore, rarely refused, paused for a moment, then stroked his long, white beard and tinued, "I'd like to invite you to bee a teag assistant for Potions, to help Severus teach the lower years."

  "This should be easy for you."

  As expected, Hoare thought.

  Because Quirrell's health had yet to recover, his Defense Against the Dark Arts csses were repced by others, with Snape's Potions csses taking up the most time.

  Perhaps it was because Snape had never bee the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

  Now, taking over the time inally meant for Defense Against the Dark Arts, it was still sidered teag.

  How could it not be?

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