Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 68 – George Fred wants revenge

You should know, when Hoare was little, he gave them plenty of mischievous ideas from behind the scenes.

"George! Fred!" Hoare struggled to break free.

The three of them were in the Slytherin common room, and several students coming and going witnessed the scene, looking at Hoare with eyes full of horror.

‘Mom! I saw that red-haired Ron from Gryffindor in Slytherin!’

‘I must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, how could there be red hair in Slytherin!’

‘Who is this person!? Why have I never seen him before?’

‘And playing around with the Weasley twins, he must be one of the Weasleys too!? There’s a conspiracy!’

‘I’m going to report to the headmaster! There’s an intruder in Slytherin!’

Hearing the whispers, Hoare felt his head spinning, he knew this would happen.

Hoare pulled the twins along as they walked out, "Talk as we walk."

The twins followed excitedly.

"Hoare, Hoare~" George’s voice was full of waves.

Hoare knew exactly what George was thinking!

Thinking they could drag him into doing work for them!

Dream on!

"Let me be clear, I’m only providing the formula, I don’t have time to help you with experiments." Hoare complained, a few days ago he had a rare whim to join their experiment, and it turned into such a mess!

Not hitting the twins was already a sign of love for family!

"Aww..." George’s head drooped after hearing this.

Fred leaned in, "Hoare, George and I have a plan, do you want to invest~"

Hoare...

Fred, do you realize you sound just like a telecom scam right now?

"Not interested now, maybe in a couple of years." Hoare pushed Fred’s face away with his hand.

The twins had unparalleled talent and creativity when it came to prank potions and magical gadgets, Hoare admitted, just a tiny bit less than him.

But they were only in their third year, already thinking about business, they hadn’t even spelled all the words right!

Wouldn’t they be embarrassed to go out and be bosses?

Fred wasn’t upset at being rejected, "No problem, I’ll ask you again in a while~" He was truly persistent.

"You guys..." Hoare’s tone was a bit hesitant, "You don’t blame me?"

George and Fred scratched their heads, "Blame you for what?" They were a bit confused.

"For keeping it from you." Hoare tilted his head slightly.

George and Fred exchanged a glance, then suddenly burst into loud laughter.

They laughed so exaggeratedly, they almost couldn’t stand up.

Hoare was baffled by their laughter.

Fred, almost done laughing, leaned on George’s back, who was still bent over with laughter, "No, blame you!? How could we!?"

George shook off Fred’s hand, straightened up with a smile, "We think you’re too cool. Hoare, this prank of yours is the best we’ve ever seen!"

"Yes! George and I both agree!"

"Hoare, you’re unbelievably cool!"

Fred and George took turns praising Hoare’s idea.

George reached out and ruffled Hoare’s hair.

The Weasley family’s red hair was a bit coarse and curly, but Hoare’s was different, soft and in small curls, making him look particularly well-behaved.

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Even if Hoare looked exactly like Ron, he wouldn’t be mistaken for George and Fred.

They had so many similarities, yet so many differences.

George and Fred regretfully said, "Such a great prank! We didn’t even think of it!"

Fred put his arm around Hoare’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze, "Hoare! We don’t blame you, Ron doesn’t, Percy won’t either, he’s just that prideful, you know." He raised his eyebrows at Hoare, making a disdainful face.

"I’m telling you, just go to Percy, stand in front of him, and he’ll definitely say with a straight face, ‘I hope you behave, Hoare, don’t be like George and Fred.’ Hahahahaha."

Hoare couldn’t help but smile.

Where Hoare couldn’t see, George and Fred exchanged a mischievous smile.

"Silly Hoare." Fred shouted.

He hooked Hoare under his arm, yelling, "George, quick! Attack!"

"Here I come! We must avenge the Quidditch shame! Hahahahaha." George immediately went for Hoare’s waist, tickling him.

"You’re cheating!" Hoare laughed, dodging.

He didn’t dare use real force, otherwise, a push would send the two brothers to the ground, and that would be embarrassing.

Hoare led George and Fred around in circles, wearing them out, and easily escaped their "clutches."

Hoare still had a smile on his face, "No brothers on the field, you were just outmatched~"

George and Fred, arms around each other’s shoulders, looked indifferent, "The winner is our brother, so that means we won~"

"Is there a difference?" George asked Fred.

"None at all~" Fred replied to George.

Hoare was amused by these two jokers, laughing until his head hurt. He rubbed his head and waved his wand in the air, revealing the time.

He reminded them, "I’m going to see Ron now, aren’t you going to class? I remember your Herbology class is about to start."

"Oh right!" The twins exchanged a glance, finally remembering, and hurriedly ran off with their bags.

Once they left, Hoare let out a sigh of relief.

Merlin!

If they hadn’t left, the few people following him would have suffocated.

Harry and Hermione.

Oh, and apparently Pansy and Blaise too.

Quite the gathering.

"Come out." Hoare said helplessly.

The group still didn’t move.

"I can see your robes." Hoare sighed, did they really think they were hiding well?

If Harry had used his invisibility cloak, maybe Hoare wouldn’t have noticed.

But perhaps because there were too many people, Harry didn’t take it out.

They chose to squeeze together behind a large Roman pillar.

The four behind the pillar exchanged glances, then awkwardly stepped out.

They had already heard the rumors at school and happened to see Hoare with George and Fred.

Compelled by curiosity, they followed him.

Even though they had mentally prepared themselves, seeing this person in reality, their expressions couldn’t help but twist a bit.

The person in front of them looked exactly like Ron, but their aura was completely different.

Ron was lively and innocent, Hoare was experienced and profound.

Harry couldn’t help but feel a toothache recalling Ron’s constant chatter about his little brother Hoare’s various little secrets.

He was a bit worried Hoare might think he knew too much and would kill him to keep him quiet.

"Harry, Hermione, Pansy, Blaise." Hoare greeted them, "What’s up? Surprised?"

Blaise spoke first, his tone wary, "So, is it true what they’re saying?"

"That you’re pretending to join Slytherin to gather evidence and send all of Slytherin to Azkaban!"

Blaise’s eyes were filled with hurt, looking at Hoare as if accusing him of betrayal.