Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 60 – The diary is missing!!!

Because Draco was around him day and night, he could notice in time.

But what if it had been Ginny?

The girls' dormitory was separate from the boys', and even if she had four brothers in the same house, they might not notice anything wrong with Ginny in time.

Hoare remembered that in the original world, it was Draco's father, Lucius, who slipped the diary into Ginny's books.

Although it wasn't this Lucius who framed Ginny, Hoare couldn't be sure that this Lucius wouldn't have the same idea. He couldn't risk Ginny's life.

Number 3 must die.

If Lucius wanted it back, Hoare would enter Malfoy Manor during the winter holidays to eliminate Number 3.

As for whether other Voldemort followers would seek revenge on the Malfoys, that was none of Hoare Weasley's concern.

If Lucius didn't want it back, Hoare wouldn't mind using the diary as a bargaining chip with the Malfoys, handing it over to Dumbledore to resolve.

Hoare was determined to completely sever ties with Number 3.

He noticed Lucius swallowing nervously. "Do you know where it is?"

"Do you still need it?" Hoare didn't answer directly.

Lucius was about to speak when his face suddenly changed dramatically, turning ashen as he considered a possibility. "Draco—Draco, is it because of the diary?"

"Mr. Malfoy, what diary?" Dumbledore had finished examining Draco and had enclosed him within a protective magic array around the bed.

This magic array essentially isolated the person inside, making it impossible to enter or exit, including their life force.

Unless the person inside voluntarily deactivated it.

The magic array was extremely advanced. Dumbledore, after all, was over 150 years old. He appeared as usual, but his forehead was covered in sweat.

Madam Pomfrey handed him a handkerchief, which Dumbledore used to wipe his brow as he overheard Hoare speaking with Lucius.

Dumbledore's ears were exceptionally sharp, catching every word clearly.

He deliberately asked, also probing.

Lucius rushed to the bedside, but the magic array prevented him from closely examining Draco's condition.

"The magic array is only a temporary solution; Draco can't live in it forever." Dumbledore approached Lucius, observing his anxious expression. "So our only option is to find out what's draining the child's life force and eliminate it completely."

Seeing Lucius's concern for Draco, Dumbledore removed his glasses and wiped them.

"I don't know what that diary is," Lucius finally spoke after a long silence.

"That person gave it to me, told me to keep it safe." Lucius's expression was on the verge of collapse. "I clearly cast a spell on it. How did Draco get it? How did he play with it? What's inside—"

"It's what's draining the child's life force," Dumbledore could see it at a glance.

Seeing that the diary crisis was resolved, Hoare, being just a child, decided to leave the heavy thinking and work to the adults.

He needed to go back to sleep.

Hoare yawned and reached into his storage bag, intending to hand the diary to Dumbledore.

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Hoare quickly took off his robe, searching every pocket on his body.

No, no, no...

"Henry, what's wrong?"

Hoare's commotion naturally caught Dumbledore's attention. It was the first time he saw such confusion on Henry's face.

"The diary... is missing?"

Hoare distinctly remembered it being on him; the storage bag was kept close.

To be safe, he only kept the diary inside, not daring to put anything else in it.

"What!?"

"Is your brain full of slugs?"

"Child, think carefully, did you put it somewhere?"

Hoare ignored the questions, his mind racing as he replayed the past few days at maximum speed, not missing a single detail.

Every moment flashed through Hoare's mind, from Slytherin losing points to spotting an ant on the road.

Hoare's daily routine was very stable. Without Quidditch practice, his days were fixed, assisting with potion-making and visiting the Room of Requirement...!?

George and Fred!

Hoare suddenly remembered that the evening before last, he had a heated argument with the twins in the Room of Requirement over the effects of a prank potion.

They thought Hoare's design was too malicious, beyond the scope of a prank.

As they left, both of them bumped into Hoare hard.

He nearly fell.

Hoare thought for a moment; those two were the most suspicious.

'Damn! The brother-trapping duo!' Hoare jumped up, ignoring the questions from behind, and sprinted out.

He hoped everything was still in time, that they hadn't used the diary out of curiosity.

Otherwise, Hoare's fists would be ready!

This was Hoare's second time at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. "Fat Lady, could you please call George Weasley and Fred Weasley for me? Thank you."

Hoare politely addressed the portrait guarding Gryffindor.

"Oh, hahaha, what a polite child you are, truly a Slytherin," the Fat Lady was delighted, turning her head as if to look inside.

Then, Hoare heard a loud shout.

"Who, who, who's looking for us?"

"Fat Lady, we're coming out, stop shouting."

George and Fred, in their pajamas, ran out covering their ears.

"What do you want with us?"

"Are you here to apologize?"

Hoare, with a dark expression and a murderous aura, glared at them. "Where's my storage bag?"

George and Fred exchanged glances, instinctively hugging each other and taking a step back. They turned to Hoare, about to speak, but Hoare cut them off.

"I suggest you think carefully before you speak!" Hoare nearly growled through clenched teeth.

"George, Fred! Ron's fainted!"

Hoare looked towards the voice, seeing Harry anxiously supporting an unconscious Ron at the door.

"Ron!"

"Ron!"

"Ron!"