She headmaster, led Hoare and the other two out of the headmaster's office, his face as dark as if a werewolf had stepped on his foot.
Hoare had no idea what he was so angry about.
When they reached the entrance of the Great Hall, Snape flung his robes and was about to leave when Hoare hurriedly grabbed the hem of his robe.
Snape was pletely unprepared for Hoare's strength and almost stumbled.
"You better have a good reason!" Snape spat out through gritted teeth.
Hoare awkwardly released his grip, surprised by his own strength. "Haha..." He chuckled foolishly, then under Snape's murderous gaze, he pulled a ste bag from his robe pocket.
He ha to Snape. "Professor, this is your Christmas gift. Please accept it."
Snape was about to scowl but paused when he saw the bag Hoare offered. To be ho, his expression at that moment made Hoare burst into ughter internally.
The headmaster Snape was actually embarrassed!
Snape awkwardly accepted it. "Thanks. But Mr. William, even if you try to please your professor, you still have to take your Potions exam yourself."
With that, he quickly turned a.
Hoare noticed that his pace was much faster than usual.
Harry and Ron finally released their hands from their mouths.
"Oh my! Snape was embarrassed! Haha..."
"Hahaha..."
"Let's eat." Hoare rolled his eyes and walked into the Great Hall.
Harry and Ron exged gnces and quickly ran after Hoare. Harry put an arm around Hoare's shoulder and curiously asked, "Henry, what did you give Professor Snape?"
Ron leaned in, equally curious.
"Helena's shed snake skin."
"What!"
"What?"
"You're—" Ron looked around and tinued, "You're exposing Helena's existence!" He looked anxious.
Hoare hadn't expected Ron to care so much about Helena.
"It's just snake skin, indig that a snake once lived there," Hoare expined. "And snake skin is a very important potion ingredient. It has mild regeive properties, making healing potions more effective."
It's also beneficial for the sedary development of the Squib Potion.
Harry and Ron nodded, and the three of them sat down at the table.
They had barely started eating when the Weasley twins hurried over.
They sat not far from Hesturing for him to e over.
Hoare walked over, puzzled.
"Scabbers is missing," Gee whispered, as Scabbers had beely taken from Ron.
"What?" Hoare frowned.
Fred reted the situation.
"Stop." Hoare interrupted, "What did you just say?"
"…You-Know-Who is at the school?" Fred repeated cautiously, knowing that Slytherin students were somewhat ected to You-Know-Who.
Hoare stood up abruptly. Goodness, that little rat went to find its master.
"Fet about Scabbers. Find a more suitable test subject," Hoare said coldly.
He had inally po give Scabbers to Dumbledore to exge for the gift he had given Harry, "Sirius."
Now, well.
Hoare decided to teach Scabbers a lesson before exging it!
He left the long table, turned, and walked away, leaving only the fluttering back of his robe.
The twins were left staring at each other.
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Befoing back, Hoare o visit a pce.
The magic-filled gems Hoare had taken from the Chamber of Secrets had given him inspiration; those gems were clearly used for st arag magic.
Sihose gems could store aract magic, why couldn't the Philosopher's Stone?
To verify a possibility, Hoare borrowed Harry's cloak and made arip to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.
"Release Metamorphmagus."
This was the first time Hoare revealed his true appeara Hogwarts, with red Weasley hair, and he was slightly shorter.
This was the appearance of Hoare Weasley.
Hoare walked to the door, cut his palm, and when the blood slowly oozed out, he pressed his palm against the door.
The blood flowed rapidly along the carved lines on the door, as if they were alive, hungrily drinking the blood.
In just a few seds, the door opened.
Hoare's guess was correct.
An S-level Metamorphmagus had pletely bee another person, and no matter what magical tool was used, it would show Henry William.
Just like before, the Marauder's Map would still dispy Hoare's real name, but sihe upgrade, the Marauder's Map showed Henry William.
Because he had pletely bee Henry William.
Hoare didn't stay long; he took what he wanted from the room auro his dormitory through the portal.
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Night fell, and Hoare returo his dormitory, where the Marauder's Map was still in the drawer.
He opehe Marauder's Map, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
He tried to fier Pettigrew among the sea of names.
"No wonder Ron lived with Scabbers at Hogwarts for three years without Gee and Fred notig anything wrong," Hoare muttered, rubbing his eyes at the densely packed names on the map.
It was Christmas, so there weren't as many people, but the Marauder's Map was still filled with names.
Without finding a name, he couldn't locate it.
Hoare thought to himself that it would be great to upgrade the Marauder's Map someday.
Add a search fun, a filter fun; different colors for different houses, categorize headmasters and professors; and add photos and basiformation for everyone.
Wouldn't it be easier to find someohen?
Hey!?? Hoare thought, wouldn't that be like a database?
Realizing he was getting sidetracked, Hoare quickly rubbed his eyes and tinued searg the Marauder's Map.
Helena climbed onto his shoulder, also looking at the Marauder's Map with curiosity.
Hoare joked, "I'm looking for a Peter Pettigrew. you help me find him?" He used his wand to spell out Peter Pettigrew's name in the air.
Helena hissed happily and then brought her small eyes close to the Marauder's Map, searg everywhere.
Hoare rubbed his forehead helplessly and joined in.
One person and one saring at the map, searg name by name.
"Hiss hiss hiss." Helena called out at a name.
"That's Peter Savage."
After a while.
"Hiss hiss hiss."
"That's Peter Hodgson."
After a while.
"Hiss hiss hiss."
"That's Peter Stevanovich."
...
After nearly teitions, Helena lost patience, her tongue flig in and out.
Suddenly, she raised her body. "Hiss hiss hiss."
Hoare said helplessly, "This time, it won't be Peter Parker, will it?"
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