Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 56 – Henry, help! The man-eating magic mirror has appeared!

Helena reacted faster than Hoare, leaping forward to give Ron a face hug.

Ron was startled, frantically pulling Helena off his face and holding her in his arms.

"Ron?" Hoare looked Ron up and down in confusion, "Is something wrong?"

Seeing Ron at the entrance of Slytherin made Hoare tense up, and his expression became more serious.

Ron waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm fine—"

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "It's Harry."

"Huh?" Hoare was even more puzzled.

Ron took a deep breath, as if finally making up his mind, and said, "I want to ask you for a favor, about Harry."

Hoare scrutinized Ron, "Have you been waiting here for long? Why didn't you knock?"

Hogwarts had temperature control magic, but Slytherin was located under the lake. To ventilate, there were some small ventilation spells, so it was slightly cooler than other places.

Slytherin students had cloaks with built-in temperature regulation magic, so they naturally didn't feel cold, but obviously, Ron, who was here for the first time, didn't.

Ron didn't know the password to enter, so he couldn't get in and had to wait for someone to come out.

Hoare didn't know how long Ron had been waiting, but the young man was already shivering slightly, indicating it had been quite a while.

"Not long, not long," Ron said awkwardly, waving his hand.

"I'm heading to the Great Hall now, shall we talk as we walk?" Hoare asked, but he was already moving quickly.

Ron, holding Helena, hurried to catch up.

Once out of Slytherin's area, the temperature noticeably rose.

Hoare could clearly see Ron breathe a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Hoare slowed his pace.

The courage Ron had mustered earlier seemed to have vanished, and now he looked regretful, as if he was second-guessing coming to Hoare.

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"If you're coming to me, it means something really bad happened to Harry, something even you, his good friend, can't help with," Hoare probed.

He was also puzzled. Although after the Chamber of Secrets adventure, mostly thanks to Helena's cuteness, Ron's view of Slytherin had improved slightly, at most they would just nod and greet each other in passing.

Finding the Slytherin common room, Hoare knew very well, was something Ron would only do if absolutely necessary.

That's why Hoare was so worried when he first saw Ron, concerned that something might have happened to him.

Ron seemed to finally overcome his inner struggle, "Harry, Harry he— I want you to help Harry."

"I've tried to talk to him, but he won't listen. I see that Harry is willing to listen to you, so could you try to persuade him?"

Hoare was at a loss. What could possibly have happened to Harry?

Headmaster Dumbledore and Headmaster Snape were keeping an eye on him every day, not to mention the big gift Hoare had been preparing recently.

A sudden flash of insight crossed Hoare's mind—could it be the Mirror of Erised?

But that didn't make sense; the Philosopher's Stone had already been found, so why would the Mirror of Erised still be around?

Hoare's mind was filled with questions.

"What do you want me to persuade him about?" Hoare asked.

"We've been exploring Hogwarts at night recently—" Ron looked around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in to whisper to Hoare, who was eyeing the long-eared figure in the painting behind Ron, feeling the urge to facepalm.

He pulled Ron to a corner with no frames or knights, just a plain corner. "Go on."

Ron scratched his head, "Oh, oh, oh, it's like this—"

"Hogwarts is just too beautiful at night, the first night..."

Hoare interrupted Ron's prepared speech, "Just tell me what happened."

Ron puffed his cheeks, muttered something, then continued, "We found a mirror in a room on the seventh floor."

He seemed to recall something, his expression becoming animated, "In that mirror, I saw myself as the Quidditch champion, holding the House Cup, and you were standing beside me in Gryffindor robes."

"You're my twin brother," Ron explained.

"I don't know why, but I always feel like you resemble Hoare." Normally, Ron would never reveal what he saw in the mirror, it was too embarrassing.

But around this Henry William, he felt completely at ease.

This was also why Ron didn't like that Henry William; he thought it was a Slytherin plot to lower his guard.

Hoare was so nervous that cold sweat was forming on the back of his head.

He changed the subject, "What did Harry see?" Though Ron didn't need to say it, Hoare had already guessed.

The Mirror of Erised.

It reveals one's deepest desires.

So, in Harry's heart, there was only—

"His parents, his family."

His family.

Hoare sighed inwardly; this mirror was practically demonic, revealing people's deepest desires. Who could resist that, especially an eleven-year-old boy?

He wondered how far Dumbledore and the others had progressed, and when Sirius could be released.

Hoare didn't particularly like Sirius.

Honestly, the kind of behavior where someone doesn't clear their name despite being innocent, even wasting their life, was something Hoare couldn't appreciate.

But he had to admit, Sirius gave Harry a home.

Hoare rubbed his temples; a wrongful conviction from over a decade ago, and the person involved didn't even care, so why should others go to such lengths?

If it weren't for repaying Harry's favor, Hoare really wouldn't want to deal with such a troublesome matter.

"He's been sitting in front of that mirror for several nights now. I think there's something wrong with it, it might even eat people!"

Ron said with a serious expression.