"No! We didn't!"

  Molly quickly de, her eyes reddening. "We were just worried, worried that you might get hurt."

  Molly remembered a time when a neighbor held a party, and the whole Weasley family attended.

  From a distance, she saw other kids pying with magical toys, chatting about what it would be like to go to Hogwarts, while Hoare sat all alone, as if isoted from the world.

  Sihen, Molly wouldn't allow Arthur to take Hoare out when he went out.

  "I'm sorry, son, we didn't realize you felt that way," Arthur admitted heavily.

  Hearing them bring up the i, Hoare scratched his head, a bit embarrassed, and said, "Actually, I just thought what they were saying was too childish."

  "I stopped pying with those magical toys when I was three."

  Henuinely didn't care. He was too old to py house with a bunch of little kids; it was really b.

  He was only curious about magical toys at first. Once he uood the basics, he lost i.

  He was ied in magic, but even without it, he could live well.

  After all, in his previous life in a, he lived just fine for twenty-three years without magic.

  He never expected the Weasley couple, who seemed so carefree, to be so sensitive and thoughtful inside.

  But Hoare's words only made the two adults feel muilty, vihat he was just hiding his sadness.

  "Hoare, you're our pride," Arthur said seriously, looking at Hoare. "No matter what you do, your mom and I will always be behind you, so don't be afraid."

  "You just want to go to Hogwarts, why would we bme you?" Arthur shrugged jokingly. "Sweetheart, it's Hogwarts, who wouldn't want to go?"

  He reached out and ruffled Hoare's red hair, thinking how red was the best color, and how ugly the green trim on the clothes was.

  Then his gaze shifted to the side, to Snape, who had turned into a stoatue.

  "Even if I'm in Slytherin?" Hoare naturally noticed Arthur's fleeting disdain and asked curiously.

  Molly and Arthur's expressions twisted painfully.

  Then, Molly gred at Arthur, signaling him to speak, and Arthur, as if biting down on a mouthful of blood, said through gritted teeth, "Yes, yes, even if you're in Slytherin, Slytherin is a great house."

  Hearing this, the stone-faced Snape's expression twisted as well.

  To be ho, Dumbledore also looked puzzled.

  A red-haired Weasley in Slytherin's silver and green uniform looked strange no matter how you saw it.

  " you tell your poor headmaster your name?" Shough his face was twisted, looked everywhere but at Hoare, and didn't ask why, only inquiring about his name.

  "Hoare."

  "Hoare Weasley."

  Hoare shouted loudly in the office.

  "Enough, you stupid troll, yoing to make your poor headmaster deaf," Snape said with a disdainful expression, but Hoare knew he was just shy.

  "Thank you, headmaster," Hoare said gratefully.

  "Thirteen inches of refle," Snape coughed and added.

  "Damn Snape! Why does my son have to write a refle? He's still weak!" Arthur shouted.

  "Shut up, Weasley! I'm Hoare's headmaster now," Sone didn't ge, but Hoare could hear a hint of pride.

  Arthur naturally heard it too and exploded.

  The two began bickering bad forth.

  Hoare found their childish banter amusing.

  He felt grateful in his heart, whether it was to his mom, dad, or the headmaster.

  Perhaps at first, Snape was kind to Hoare because he could create potions, help in css, and bring glory to Slytherin.

  But ter, after that potio, Hoare knee gereated him as a disciple, teag him with care.

  "Hoare, I just discussed with Albus about rest your name," Molly sat beside Hoare, rubbing his red short hair.

  "However, the headmaster went to check the Book of Admittance, so we'll have to wait for him to e back to know the details. we wait a bit?" Molly's tone was full of warmth.

  Then, the tone shifted, and she twisted Hoare's ear. "Now, you tell Mom about the good things you've do school?"

  "Ouch, ouch, ouch! Molly, it hurts!" Actually, Molly didn't use much force, but that didn't stop Hoare from pying dumb and ag cute.

  It was his usual trick, but unfortunately, it seemed to fail today.

  Molly pletely ignored Hoare's ad tio tug on his ear. "Hmm?"

  "I'll talk, I'll talk, Molly, spare me," perhaps Hoare's expression was too pitiful, and before Molly could speak, Serjected, "Mrs. Weasley, you're at Hogwarts, please let go of my student."

  Snape's words made Molly's face twist slightly. Did he have to stantly remihat the Weasley family had a Slytherin?

  Molly let go.

  The name "Henry William" was something Arthur and Molly often saw iers from their sons.

  At the time, they thought it was just a ce, that it happeo be the same as Old William's so door, sihe name was very on in Engnd.

  Especially the Quidditch match before Christmas.

  With two sons participating, the Weasley couple was very ied.

  But uedly, the result was Gryffindor's crushi by Slytherin.

  Knowing the hat day, Arthur and Molly cursed Henry William all night.

  It turned out anyone named William was no good, just like Old William's family door, vengeful and foul-mouthed.

  And now...

  Arthur awkwardly smiled at his you son.

  "Actually, it wasn't much, just doing what a student should do," Hoare said with a shy smile.

  Molly wao ask more, but Dumbledore returned holding a book.

  Hoare looked at the thick, rge book, which seemed enormous even in Dumbledore's hands.

  That was the Book of Admittance.

  Every child whose magiifested would be automatically sensed by the Quill of Acceptance, which would write their name in the Book of Admittance.

  The Book of Admittand the Quill of Acceptansured that Hogwarts wouldn't admit Squibs, those born into wizarding families but g magical abilities.

  At eleven, those whose names were recorded in the book would receive acceptaters.

  Hoare's name, half a year ago, couldn't have appeared on it.

  Dumbledore opened a page and showed it to the Weasley couple.

  "Hoare's name appeared, but he missed the acceptater timing, so the Book of Admittaomatically recorded him for the year."

  Hoare scratched his head. Wouldn't that mean he'd start a year ter than Ron?

  No, no, that would be super weird.

  "Headmaster, is there a way to move the name?" Hoare poio his name, demonstrating to Dumbledore his iion to move it forward.

  Dumbledore chuckled, marveling at how adorable Hoare was. "Oh Hoare, my child, the Book of Admittance is se, I 't—"

  Before he finished speaking, the Book of Admittance ged.

  In front of everyohe name belonging to Hoare Weasley followed Hoare's finger and began to move.

  It moved to just after Ron Weasley.

  "What... what's going on?" Arthur asked Dumbledore, bewildered, only to be met with the same fused expression.

  Dumbledore was equally surprised.

  The Book of Admittance was a se magical artifaot obeying anyone's and. How did it bee so obedient under Hoare's hand?

  Hoare awkwardly held up his index finger, genuinely unaware he had such a skill.

  "Headmaster, hehehe."

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