Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 58 – Big Eater Draco

Perhaps it was better to take matters into his own hands and cut through the red tape.

Over there, Harry, as if saying goodbye, reluctantly glanced at the mirror before turning around, pulling the Invisibility Cloak over himself and Ron.

The two bid farewell to Hoare and left.

Hoare closed the door and returned to the room.

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In front of the mirror stood a tall figure.

The person wore a silver-white robe, with long white hair topped by a pointed hat.

His gaze at the mirror was filled with emotion.

"What did you see, Headmaster?" Hoare asked curiously from a distance.

"I saw a pair of warm woolen socks," Dumbledore said with a smile. "They looked very thick and cozy."

Dumbledore's gaze left the mirror and turned to the child who had approached him.

An eleven-year-old boy with black hair barely reaching his chest, looking frail and small.

Yet it was this child who was behind all the recent major events.

Dumbledore had arrived early, even before Hoare entered.

Just as he was about to come out, he sensed Hoare's arrival and concealed his presence, hiding in the shadows to observe the two children.

Hoare didn't disappoint him, successfully persuading Harry.

Nothing could convince Harry more than a living family member.

Dumbledore hadn't planned to tell Harry about Sirius so soon.

Releasing Sirius and capturing Peter Pettigrew was a direct slap in the face for the Ministry of Magic.

Forcing them to admit their mistake, acknowledge that they hadn't investigated properly and had imprisoned the wrong person, especially when they had hailed a criminal as a hero, creating a false case.

This was not just embarrassing; it would also lose them public support.

The current Minister of Magic, Fudge, was notoriously cowardly and would have preferred to let things stand, keeping Sirius imprisoned until death.

Dumbledore had been sparring with the Ministry these past few days, almost drawing his wand several times.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but rub his temples.

Dumbledore had rushed back to Hogwarts after hearing from the portraits, worried that Harry might get lost in the Mirror of Erised.

"Headmaster, I can help you," Hoare said, noticing Dumbledore's troubled expression and guessing what was bothering him.

"The healing potions at Hogwarts have ten times the recovery effect of before. As long as someone isn't dead, they can be saved."

"The price is half that of the Wiggenweld Potion, and Aurors get an additional 20% discount."

Hoare explained his plan.

It was well known in the magical world that Aurors had a high mortality rate, even without Death Eaters around.

Honor, money, and life were linked.

But now, with potions that could quickly heal severe injuries and reduce mortality rates, why wouldn't Aurors want to buy them?

Controlling the lifeline of the Aurors, Fudge wouldn't be able to refuse overturning the case even if he wanted to.

The magical world was small, and many Ministry employees had Auror relatives, near or far.

If Fudge tried to obstruct, these people would be the first to disagree.

After all, it's something that could save lives!

Who wants to die if they can live!?

The release of the healing potion was inevitable.

Taking this opportunity, Dumbledore would owe him a favor, after all, he was saving a core member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Earning a favor while making a profit, it was a win-win-win situation, and Hoare almost applauded himself.

Dumbledore sighed after hearing Hoare's plan. Although Henry had been at Hogwarts for less than half a year, Dumbledore was already very clear about his character.

You could say he never acted without benefit.

So—

"Tell me, my child, how much do you want?"

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Hoare was extremely satisfied with the deal he struck with Dumbledore yesterday. This time, to avoid trouble, he directly sold the entire formula.

In exchange for half of the profits.

Although it was only half, it really saved Hoare a lot of time.

If it weren't for the strict requirements in making the Squib Potion, Hoare would have wanted to sell that formula too.

Making potions was time-consuming and labor-intensive, but most importantly, what was it!?

It made his hair greasy every day!

Otherwise, why was Snape's hair never clean...

Of course, when Hoare mentioned this reason, Snape's gaze was filled with murderous intent.

Hoare had other plans and couldn't waste his youth in the Potions room.

Holding his diary, Hoare sighed.

Sometimes, it's not that people seek trouble, but trouble finds them.

"Henry, I found this in my dad's study. This notebook is really interesting." Draco, after a Christmas holiday, had lost some of his baby fat, and you could vaguely see a pointed chin.

He eagerly showed Hoare his new discovery.

Draco wrote in the notebook, 'Riddle, let me introduce you to my friend Henry.'

The writing gradually faded, and then a sentence appeared, 'Hello, Henry.'

"See, it talks back to you." Draco excitedly handed the quill to Hoare, "Give it a try~~~"

"Draco, did you notice anything different during Christmas?" Hoare looked at Draco's face, vaguely remembering that this notebook could drain life force.

Draco exclaimed with surprise and happiness, "Henry, you really are my good friend! You noticed I wasn't feeling well?"

Hoare's expression turned cold, and he asked urgently, "What's wrong?" His wand was already in his hand.

"My family doctor said I have bulimia," Draco said with a troubled tone.

"Huh???" Hoare's eyebrows twisted.

"I can eat ten meals a day!"

Draco gestured with his hands, "A whole table, and I ate it all by myself."