"Are you a troll or is your brain filled with slugs?" Hoare rolled his eyes and spoke.
How could anyone believe su absurd rumor?
However, Hoare had a suspi about the source of the rumor.
He couldn't help but twitch his lips, those two mischievous brothers.
"What!?" Bise was stunned, feeling deeply deceived, and now he was being scolded?
"Why are you insulting me!" Bise was angry.
"You believe such fake news, who else should I scold but you—" Hoare retorted speechlessly.
Then Hoare saw the group in front of him looking up, dow at the pilrs, right at the armor, basically looking everywhere but at him.
He almost ughed out of frustration. "So, you all believed it?"
Such a ridiculous story!
Did Hagrid's aantus eat their brains?
"If there was something wrong with me, wouldn't Headmaster Snape have noticed?" Hoare questioned.
"If you were Dumbledore's person—it's normal for the headmaster not to notice..." Pansy's voice grew smaller under Hoare's gre.
"Do you all have so little faith in the headmaster?" Hoare sighed, rubbing his forehead.
The two Slytherins stood awkwardly to the side, saying nothing, as if their silence spoke for them.
'Yes, our poor headmaster is deceived by the evil Dumbledore.'
"And what about you two..." Hoare turo look at Harry and Hermione.
Surely the Gryffindors wouldn't believe su eous story.
After all, because of him, Gryffindor's house points were almost at the bottom this year.
Why almost? Because Hufflepuff was just a little lower, just a little.
If Gryffindor kept losing points at this rate, they'd definitely end up st by the end of the year.
Harry and Hermione exged a gnd nodded sheepishly.
Harry spoke shyly, "It was Gee who said it."
"He said his little brother Hoare was willing to risk everything to defeat the evil Slytherins."
Hoare rubbed his forehead, of course.
He tried to protest, "I remember after ing to Hogwarts, I even bullied Roed Gryffindor's Quidditch team, and tricked many Gryffindor students."
Hermione added, "Fred said Hoare had no choice, that he was hiding his identity. In truth, his heart was full of pain and he cried under his covers every night."
Hoare decided he was going to kill those two idiht now.
He took a deep breath and tried to smile.
Then he saw the four people opposite him immediately huddle together, trembling!
Hoare paused, gritting his teeth, "Enough already!"
"You've known me for a while now, would you rather believe others?" He emphasized the word 'others,' gritting his teeth.
"My bad, Hoare. We're still friends, right?" Harry immediately let go of the other three and acted as if he believed in Hoare.
The other three looked at Harry, dumbfounded!
Harry Potter! How could you betray us so quickly!
Hoare shook Harry's hand aroduced himself, "Hoare Weasley, I'm Ron Weasley's twin brother."
"I'm Harry Potter, a friend of Ron and Hoare."
The other three quickly grabbed Hoare's hand, eager to introduce themselves.
"I'm Bise Zabini, Hoare's new roommate." Bise winked pyfully.
Hoare raised an eyebrow, he'd been wanting to swits for a while.
That Millit Bulstrode in his dorm was just insufferable, pining all the time.
"I'm Hermione Granger, o meet you, Hoare."
"I'm Pansy Parkinson, I still owe you 17 Galleons."
Pansy finished, and Hoare quickly added, "It's 17 Galleons and 4 Sickles, plus i."
As soon as he said that, the other fave him a look that said, 'You're still the same Hoare.'
They all exged smiles.
Hoare khey didn't really believe the rumor, they just wanted an excuse to reintroduce themselves.
To avoid making things awkward.
After all, Hoare had been with them for almost a semester and knew what kind of people they were.
Though they each had their own little thoughts, they were just kids with simple minds.
Hogwarts was truly wonderful, a paradise in the wizarding world, proteg every child.
At that moment, Hoare uood why Voldemort chose Hogwarts for the final battle.
Because Hogwarts was not just a school, but a spiritual home for every wizard.
To quer Hogwarts was to shatter all hope ay for wizards.
For the first time, Hoare thought maybe, just maybe, he could try to protect these beautiful smiles.
He cleared his throat, shifting his thoughts.
He was afraid if he thought any further, he'd draw his wand and start hunting down the remaining pieces of Voldemort.
"I'm going to the infirmary to see Ron and Draco," Hoare asked, "Are you ing?"
The four looked at each other, at su exg time!
"Yes!" they all said in unison.
Hoare kly what they were thinking.
But too bad, they probably wouldn't see what they wanted.
After all, Draco saw him ge back to his inal form yesterday, and as for Ron, Hoare wasn't worried at all.
In this world, anyone might be mad at him, except Ron.
Speaking of the infirmary, Number 3 had been handed over to Dumbledore.
But Number 2 was still lying in the infirmary.
Hoare knew Number 2 was definitely faking it.
Dumbledore should be able to sense from Number 3 that Voldemort had split himself.
This way, the remaining pieces, Dumbledore would surely deal with swiftly.
Ah! Hoare cpped his hands, suddenly remembering something.
"Harry," Hoare turo Harry, "Did the headmaster tell you about yodfather?"
Hoare recalled that one piece of Voldemort seemed to be reted to Harry's godfather, so he thought to ask, only to see Harry's face turn gloomy.
"What happened?" Hoare was surprised, could something have happeo Sirius?
"Someone broke out of Azkaban..." Harry sighed, scratg his head, "And my godfather is among them."
Hoare frowned.
He remembered that Harry's godfather inally broke out because he saw Scabbers in the news.
But Scabbers hadn't been in the news now, had he?
He'd been behaving himself.
His legs were crippled, he couldn't misbehave even if he wao.
So what was the reason?
Hoare felt a bit ahis Sirius always did ued things, it was just asking for trouble.
If he hadn't already promised Harry a gift, Hoare would have sidered getting him a new one, ohat wouldn't run off.
But it was too te now, Hoare sighed.
"Don't worry, Harry, I have a pn."
He'd publish a story: 'The Little Chosen One Suffers Abuse from Muggle Retives, Why?' and see if that would bring him out.
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