Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 54 – Got you, surrender!

Hoare said, drawing Scabbers' likeness in mid-air with his wand.

"Ha~" Helena was very interested.

Although Hoare couldn't understand Parseltongue, he could see the excitement in Helena's eyes, like the thrill of seeing prey.

"Go."

As soon as Hoare finished speaking, Helena had already darted away.

No doubt about it, being a thousand-year-old Basilisk, she was incredibly efficient.

Hoare watched Helena's name dart across the Marauder's Map, rapidly closing in on Peter Pettigrew.

A few minutes later, the two names completely overlapped, then began moving swiftly together, clearly heading towards Slytherin, Hoare's dormitory.

Hoare tossed the Marauder's Map into a drawer, then went to the common room to see if there were any props he could use for entertainment.

Chair, rope, candle, whip? Axe? Mace?

Hoare curiously held up a shackle, a question mark in his mind.

Does Slytherin play this openly?

Hoare eventually gave up on those strange props.

Helena appeared in the common room, carrying Peter Pettigrew in her mouth, ready to head to the dormitory when Hoare called her.

"Helena," Hoare shouted, "drop it here."

Hoare pointed to the small table in front of him.

Helena obediently slithered over and dropped the barely conscious Scabbers from her mouth.

"Long time no see, Scabbers?" Hoare sneered, skillfully tying Scabbers up like a dumpling.

Just as Scabbers was about to scream, Hoare stuffed a smelly sock into his mouth. "A house-elf's rag, a gift for you." Hoare had just asked for it, and the elf thought Hoare was trying to steal its job and cried for a while.

Helena slithered around the common room, found it boring, and then climbed up Hoare's body to his head, hissing at Scabbers.

After tying up Scabbers, Hoare pointed his wand at Scabbers' legs, using a very small amount of magic to cast a "Reducto."

A destined wand is indeed better than a second-hand one, allowing for more precise use of magic.

Hoare finally understood why even someone as powerful as Dumbledore preferred using a wand.

Using a wand allows magic to be drawn into threads, controlling the spell's damage.

But wandless magic is the complete opposite, enhancing damage but unable to reduce it.

The "Reducto" Hoare cast was something he had always wanted to try, controlling the magic to a very low level.

After casting it, he saw Scabbers trembling, his furry body breaking out in a cold sweat, tears streaming from his beady eyes.

Hoare leaned in to listen closely, hearing a continuous cracking sound from Scabbers' legs.

When the sound almost stopped, Hoare touched it.

Sure enough, it was already shattered inside.

Scabbers bit down on something, letting out a series of shrill screams.

Hoare raised an eyebrow and sneered.

Helena, watching from atop Hoare's head, was very pleased, drooling with excitement.

Hoare handed her over to the house-elf for dinner.

The energy from the Philosopher's Stone had been successfully extracted, thanks to Salazar Slytherin's books.

They contained a wealth of knowledge lost over the ages, like a vast galaxy, providing immense benefit.

Due to time constraints, Hoare could only imprint the contents of the books he needed into his mind.

A formation for storing and extracting magic.

At this moment, the Philosopher's Stone was in the dormitory, completing its final transformation.

Hoare returned to the dormitory, bringing the now-empty shell of the Philosopher's Stone to the common room.

Each house's common room has a fireplace.

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In fact, the fireplaces between the houses are interconnected, as long as you know the other fireplace's password.

Hoare thought, isn't that like a phone number? As long as you dial it correctly, you can connect to the other fireplace (phone).

Unfortunately, fireplaces can only transmit messages one way, not for conversations.

Luckily, Hoare knew Dumbledore's and Snape's fireplace numbers.

After all, they were blatantly posted next to the fireplace, impossible for Hoare to miss.

"Angelica" connected to Snape's fireplace, "Headmaster! Help!"

"Sour Blast" connected to Dumbledore's fireplace, "Headmaster! Help!"

After confirming they saw his message, Hoare coughed twice, quickly putting on a terrified expression, waiting by the fireplace.

And the shattered Scabbers lay on a nearby table, covered by a large rag, with the Philosopher's Stone beside him.

Sure enough, shortly after, two flames emerged from the common room fireplace, revealing Headmaster Dumbledore and Headmaster Snape.

"You better have a reason! Or you'll be cleaning the public bathrooms for the rest of your school years!" Snape's whole body smelled of potions.

Hoare guessed that with Snape's love for potions, he was probably experimenting with that snake skin before coming.

"Henry, is there something you need?" Dumbledore, wearing a starry robe and a pointed nightcap, looked ready for bed.

"Headmaster, Headmaster. I accidentally obtained a map that shows people's names. Earlier, I was bored in the common room and decided to take a look."

Hoare took out the Marauder's Map, opened it, and placed it in front of them.

"I saw this." After speaking, Hoare shivered as if he had seen something terrifying.

Snape's pupils dilated when he saw the map.

Dumbledore's gaze drifted for a moment, as if reminiscing, before he snapped back to reality and took the Marauder's Map from Hoare.

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Dumbledore skillfully enlarged the space they were in.

In the space they occupied, several names appeared, showing Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Henry William, and a name that should have been dead for many years, Peter Pettigrew.

Snape frowned deeply.

"Dumbledore—" Snape's face turned very unpleasant.

Dumbledore was no better, looking at the map's marked location.

Not far away, on a table covered with a rag, something was clearly underneath, but definitely not a person.

"I was so scared, I just covered it up," Hoare explained.

It?

Snape and Dumbledore exchanged glances, both realizing Hoare's description wasn't meant for a person.

Dumbledore approached and lifted the rag, revealing what was underneath.

"The Philosopher's Stone!?" Dumbledore exclaimed.

"Rat!?" Snape's voice was filled with disgust, as rats reminded him of a certain group.