HPDBC Chapter 27 – He's a dangerous person!
Chapter 27 – He's a dangerous person!
"Henry, have a seat." Dumbledore waved his wand, and a chair appeared behind Hoare.
Hoare sat down, unsure of Dumbledore's intentions.
"McGonagall, could you please take Professor Quirrell back to the infirmary?"
"Severus, could you handle the next first-year class for me?"
"I need to have a chat with our young Professor William."
Dumbledore calmly arranged everything, even making a small joke with a smile.
Hoare was even more confused about what Dumbledore meant, but it was clear he wanted to talk to him alone.
First, he tested him with the Dark Mark, then used the deranged Quirrell to provoke him.
Listening to Quirrell, it seemed like he was trying to pin the blame on Hoare.
But Hoare didn't believe Dumbledore truly trusted Quirrell. If Dumbledore could be deceived with just a few words, Voldemort would have taken over Hogwarts long ago.
Once everyone else had left the headmaster's office and the door closed, Dumbledore spoke again.
"Henry, you've been working hard lately." With a wave of his wand, two cups of honey tea appeared on the table.
"I thought once Professor Quirrell recovered, he could help you and Severus with the classes, but alas..." He sighed, stopping the topic, and handed one of the cups to Hoare.
"Oh, Henry." Dumbledore took a large sip, savoring it for a moment before saying, "Such a delightful drink, it's a pity I've only met one connoisseur like you."
Hoare didn't hold back, taking a big gulp from his cup, finishing half of it.
Indeed, it was classic Dumbledore-style honey water, with a lethal amount of honey, sweet enough to make your teeth ache.
Hoare loved it.
The cup automatically refilled with more honey water.
Holding the cup with both hands, Hoare spoke, "Headmaster, the assistant work isn't hard for me, if that's what you're wondering."
"No, my child." Dumbledore pondered for a moment before speaking again, "Child, you've done well. Whether it's the assistant work, your studies, Quidditch training, or the development of the Squib Potion."
"You've done well, and I'm proud to be your headmaster." Dumbledore's blue eyes showed a faint smile as he spoke.@@@@
He genuinely seemed proud of Hoare.
Hoare knew what was coming next.
"But, my child..." Dumbledore continued.
Hoare thought, as expected.
During the day, Hoare worked several jobs, busy as a spinning top, with only the late nights free.
After searching for a long time without finding a suitable music box, Hoare decided to make one himself, saving money in the process.
The Room of Requirement had all the materials he needed.
After several sleepless nights and many failed attempts, he finally made a music box that could play all night without interruption.
The song was simple, forgive Hoare's lack of musical talent, it was the well-known "Jingle Bells" from his previous life.
Once he had modified the music box to play on its own, Hoare picked a night.
"Exchange for Stupefy."
[Ding]
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[B-level Ability: Spells (Patronus Charm, Basic Transfiguration {self-taught}, Petrificus Totalus, Finite, Tongue-Tying Curse, Body-Binding Curse, Leg-Locking Curse, Jelly-Legs Curse, Stupefy)]
[Available Galleons: 1508 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]
He spent a night casting "Stupefy" on his already sleeping dorm mate, Millicent Bagnold, to ensure she remained unconscious until he returned.
He knew the spell wasn't the most comfortable, but why should he use a more comfortable sleep spell?
Don't think he didn't know that Millicent Bagnold was spreading rumors about him all day.
Though Hoare didn't have time to care, it didn't mean he wouldn't retaliate.
Hoare took out the Marauder's Map and followed the shortest route to the right-hand corridor on the third floor.
After passing through a small path, he found himself near the Gryffindor Common Room. He heard someone mention his name from afar and quickly hid behind a large Roman pillar.
It was Ron and Harry.
Out at night, those two were also sneaking around.
"Harry, I'm telling you, there's definitely something wrong with William!" Ron's tone was very serious, pulling Harry along as he whispered.
"The records we found show that William was the last to borrow them. Why is he investigating this?"
"There's definitely something wrong!" Ron said with such conviction that if Hoare weren't the subject, he might have believed him.
"Ron, don't jump to conclusions. Maybe Henry is just curious?" Harry quietly countered.
"Then how do you explain him driving Professor Quirrell mad?" Ron, unhappy with Harry's disbelief, continued.
"He's a dangerous person!"