Ron and Harry exged gnces, wanting to speak, but the stench made them cover their mouths and noses hurriedly, their voices muffled.

  "So, the srail was Helena?" Ron, for once, reacted quickly.

  "Should we report this to the Headmaster?" Harry pondered with a frown.

  Hoare's eyes shifted as he held up the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. "This is stolen property, it doesn't t. You o pay again. It must be from you or your master."

  Helena was indignant, her mouth opened wide, and her forked tongue almost touched Hoare's cheek.

  "Helena says that Hogwarts castle belongs to her master, so everything inside is also her master's," Harry transted in a muffled voice.

  "But you need me to find your master, so I set the priot you. Uand?" Hoare smiled without emotion.

  Hearing Hoare's words, Helena looked aggrieved, shrank back, circled a few times, and turned into a small she size of a chopstick.

  She curled up tightly on her master's pillow, looking pitiful.

  "We tell the Headmaster. Headmaster Dumbledore will surely help Helena find her master," Ron couldn't stand Hoare bullying Helena.

  Hearing this, Helena's emerald eyes brightened siderably, and she looked up at Ron.

  "Do you think anyone really wants to find someone from a thousand years ago, especially if that person is Sazar Slytherin?" Hoare said casually.

  Ron was at a loss for words. He waue but khat not everyone weled Helena's master.

  After all, it was Sazar Slytherin.

  Helena roughly uood what the two were saying, and her once-bright eyes dimmed again.

  "Henry..." Harry couldn't help but soften. He could hear Helena calling out to her master repeatedly, her voice filled with longing.

  Hoare raised an eyebrow, sidestepped the pile of unknown objects on the floor, walked to the bed, and picked up Helena, lifting the pillow she was lying on.

  Uhe pillow were tless gems, ly arranged.

  Hnced over and saw there were more than a dozen.

  He simply lifted the bedsheet as well.

  Below, it was also covered with dazzling gems, sht that Hoare had to close his eyes, making the whole room extraordinarily bright.

  Hoare had guessed there was something hidden below, but he hadn't expected it to be shtforward!

  He loved it!

  These gems were rge, vibrant, and substantial, and holding them, he could faintly feel the magic within.

  These were clearly not ordinary gems meant for jewelry; he just didn't know if they were reted to the magic array on the floor.

  Hoare weighed them in his hand and tossed Helena towards Ron and Harry, letting them catch her.

  Then, amidst Helena's sharp screams, Hoare stuffed the entire bed's worth of gems, over a hundred, into his ste bag.

  "Henry, Henry... Helena says she's going to be angry..." Harry covered his ears; Helena's screams were truly lethal.

  Hoare tentedly patted his pocket, where his ste bag was. "Don't worry, I'll find your master. Spend a little, achieve a lot."

  Helena's screams stopped, repced by pitiful sobbing.

  Hoare took out two gems of the same size, but the smallest in his pocket, aantly hahem to Harry and Ron.

  The two looked puzzled.

  Hoare said relutly, "Hush money."

  Ron was delighted and quickly accepted it, thinking to himself: Hoare would be very happy to see this.

  Harry shook his head and pushed Hoare's hand back.

  "I 't help Helena."

  "You help me trahat's your reward," Hoare said.

  "I refuse."

  Harry ultimately refused to accept the gem, and Hoare shrugged. It seemed Harry wasn't fond of gems, so he'd have to find something else.

  Hoare thought about it; Harry was indeed wealthy. He remembered Harry had a vault at Gringotts.

  A vault was simir to a Muggle world's safe deposit box, not only for st s but also for other items.

  The Weasley family also had o Gringotts.

  It was an ied vault, just big enough for one person, oopmost floor otts, and the annual insurance fee was only a Bronze-Knut.

  However, the Weasley family's habit was to use whatever they had, even though Arthur's father often won prizes, they would quickly use it up.

  So, the Weasley family's vault was alitifully empty.

  At this moment, a small, chubby figure fshed in Hoare's mind, Peter Pettigrew.

  It ity he'd o find aest subject.

  Since Harry didn't like these, Hoare po give him a gift he couldn't refuse, a family member.

  A family member who loved him.

  Before leaving, Hoare wiped away the magic array and took Helena with him. Strangely, Helena preferred stig to Ron over Hoare, who was from Slytherin.

  Ron, whose potion side effects had worn off, had a bitter expression. "If I bring a snake back to Gryffindor, the whole house will assassinate me."

  Hoare picked up Helena, letting her coil around his hand, pretending it was a bracelet.

  "Helena's situation is a secret. If others find out, she'll be executed," Hoare seriously warned Harry and Ron.

  Both nodded repeatedly, each reag out to touch Helena, promisihey would keep her secret.

  Helena shyly tightened her body, squeezing Hoare's wrist until it turned red.

  Hoare flicked her hard, and she released her grip in pain.

  "You'd better write home and ask if there's any record of an intermarriage with Slytherin in your ary," Hoare reminded Ron.

  Thinking about it turned Ron's face green.

  After Ron's repeated requests, Harry and Hreed not to reveal that Ron was a desdant of Slytherin.

  "Otherwise, I'll definitely be transferred to Slytherin," Ron's face turhe color of a cucumber.

  Hoare was also curious, pnning to iigate why, despite being twins with Ron, Ron's bloodline table, but his wasn't.

  Surely, a Metamorphmagus couldn't ge their bloht?

  Of course, Hoare wouldn't doubt if he ted or for any other reason.

  Because Hoare's appearance was almost identical to Ron's.

  Acc to Helena, when opening the door, you should think about where you want to go.

  Hoare took the lead, thinking about the sink in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

  With a skeptical mi, he opehe door.

  With a "click," the door opened, revealing a slide, and looking up, he could see the open sink hole.

  Harry summoned a broom, and the three flew up, the door closing automatically behind them.

  Hoare's mind began to race; the surprises from Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets far exceeded the Philosopher's Stone in his possession. It ortal to anywhere!

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