Hoare interrupted Harry's attempt to speak, "Some of the things you want to ask, I'm irely sure about either. Why not wait a bit and ask him directly?"

  "But—" The sudden good news made Harry unusually nervous.

  "What you o do now is go back, get some rest, and make sure you leave a good first impression. Alright?" Hoare pulled Harry up and pushed him towards the door.

  "Ron?" Harry was surprised to see Ron waiting at the door. He turned back to see Hoare ihe room. "Alright, I'll go rest now. What about you, Henry?"

  "'t I take a few more looks? Who knows where this mirror will be tomorrow?" Hoare joked.

  What Hoare didn't mention was that he sensed someone else in the room, an old acquaintance.

  Old Dumbledore.

  Hoare was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected Dumbledore to return just because Harry was obsessed with the mirror.

  He knew Dumbledore had been busy dealing with the Ministry of Magic over Sirius's release.

  He had been ing and going early ahese past few days.

  Hoare frowned slightly. He had already promised Harry that his family member would arrive soon.

  But with Dumbledore's iation style, who knew how long it would take?

  Perhaps it was better to take matters into his own hands and cut through the red tape.

  Over there, Harry, as if saying goodbye, relutly g the mirror before turning around, pulling the Invisibility Cloak over himself and Ron.

  The two bid farewell to Hoare a.

  Hoare closed the door auro the room.

  In front of the mirror stood a tall figure.

  The person wore a silver-white robe, with long white hair topped by a pointed hat.

  His gaze at the mirror was filled with emotion.

  "What did you see, Headmaster?" Hoare asked curiously from a distance.

  "I saair of warm woolen socks," Dumbledore said with a smile. "They looked very thid cozy."

  Dumbledore's gaze left the mirror and turo the child who had approached him.

  An eleven-year-old boy with bck hair barely reag his chest, looking frail and small.

  Yet it was this child who was behind all the ret major events.

  Dumbledore had arrived early, even before Hoare entered.

  Just as he was about to e out, he sensed Hoare's arrival and cealed his presence, hiding in the shadows to observe the two children.

  Hoare didn't disappoint him, successfully persuading Harry.

  Nothing could vince Harry more than a living family member.

  Dumbledore hadn't po tell Harry about Sirius so soon.

  Releasing Sirius and capturier Pettigrew was a direct sp in the face for the Ministry of Magic.

  F them to admit their mistake, aowledge that they hadn't iigated properly and had imprisohe wrong person, especially when they had hailed a criminal as a hero, creating a false case.

  This was not just embarrassing; it would also lose them public support.

  The current Minister of Magic, Fudge, was notoriously cowardly and would have preferred to let things stand, keeping Sirius imprisoned until death.

  Dumbledore had been sparring with the Ministry these past few days, almost drawing his wand several times.

  Thinking of this, he couldn't help but rub his temples.

  Dumbledore had rushed back to Hogwarts after hearing from the portraits, worried that Harry might get lost in the Mirror of Erised.

  "Headmaster, I help you," Hoare said, notig Dumbledore's troubled expression and guessing what was b him.

  "The healing potions at Hogwarts have ten times the recovery effect of before. As long as someone isn't dead, they be saved."

  "The price is half that of the Wiggenweld Potion, and Auret an additional 20% dist."

  Hoare expined his pn.

  It was well known in the magical world that Aurors had a high mortality rate, even without Death Eaters around.

  Honor, money, and life were linked.

  But now, with potions that could quickly heal severe injuries and reduce mortality rates, why wouldn't Aurors want to buy them?

  trolling the lifeline of the Aurors, Fudge wouldn't be able to refuse overturning the case even if he wao.

  The magical world was small, and many Ministry employees had Auror retives, near or far.

  If Fudge tried to obstruct, these people would be the first to disagree.

  After all, it's something that could save lives!

  Who wants to die if they live!?

  The release of the healing potion was iable.

  Taking this opportunity, Dumbledore would owe him a favor, after all, he was saving a ember of the Order of the Phoenix.

  Earning a favor while making a profit, it was a in situation, and Hoare almost appuded himself.

  Dumbledore sighed after hearing Hoare's pn. Although Henry had been at Hogwarts for less than half a year, Dumbledore was already very clear about his character.

  You could say he never acted without be.

  So—

  "Tell me, my child, how much do you want?"

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  Hoare was extremely satisfied with the deal he struck with Dumbledore yesterday. This time, to avoid trouble, he directly sold the entire formu.

  In exge for half of the profits.

  Although it was only half, it really saved Hoare a lot of time.

  If it weren't for the strict requirements in making the Squib Potion, Hoare would have wao sell that formu too.

  Making potions was time-ing and bor-intensive, but most importantly, what was it!?

  It made his hair greasy every day!

  Otherwise, why was Snape's hair never ...

  Of course, when Hoare mentiohis reason, Snape's gaze was filled with murderous i.

  Hoare had other pns and couldn't waste his youth iions room.

  Holding his diary, Hoare sighed.

  Sometimes, it's not that people seek trouble, but trouble finds them.

  "Henry, I found this in my dad's study. This notebook is really iing." Draco, after a Christmas holiday, had lost some of his baby fat, and you could vaguely see a pointed .

  He eagerly showed Hoare his new discovery.

  Draco wrote iebook, 'Riddle, let me introduce you to my friend Henry.'

  The writing gradually faded, and then a sentence appeared, 'Hello, Henry.'

  "See, it talks back to you." Draco excitedly hahe quill to Hoare, "Give it a try~~~"

  "Draco, did you notiything different during Christmas?" Hoare looked at Draco's face, vaguely remembering that this notebook could drain life force.

  Draco excimed with surprise and happiness, "Henry, you really are my good friend! You noticed I wasn't feeling well?"

  Hoare's expression turned cold, and he asked urgently, "What's wrong?" His wand was already in his hand.

  "My family doctor said I have bulimia," Draco said with a troubled tone.

  "Huh???" Hoare's eyebrows twisted.

  "I eat ten meals a day!"

  Draco gestured with his hands, "A whole table, and I ate it all by myself."

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