Hoare's name was adjusted back to this year, naturally making him a student for the current academic year.

  He looked at his fingers, guessing it might still be reted to the Slytherin bloodline.

  Hoare frowned slightly, suddenly recalling Helena's attitude towards Tom Riddle, which could be described as plete indifference.

  Even if they harmed Tom Riddle, although it was forced by Hoare, Helena wouldn't be willing, and Hoare would definitely not get the serpent's venom.

  For him and Ron, even if Helena used them to sharpeeeth, she would cautiously retract her fangs.

  This attitude was quite intriguing.

  As everyone knows, Tom Riddle is a certified Slytherin heir.

  While Hoare , Dumbledore awkwardly smiled at the adults, "Hahaha, perhaps the Book of Admittance has already sensed Hoare's enrollment."

  Arthur tentatively spoke, "So, we redo the s ceremony?" Henry William is in Slytherin, what does that have to do with Hoare Weasley?

  "Hmph." Arthur's words elicited a cold ugh from Snape, who looked at Hoare.

  Speaking of which, Hoare noticed this was the first time Snape looked directly at his face, although his expression twisted for a few seds.

  Probably... he couldn't accept his own handsome face, Hoare thought, toug his cheek.

  "Weasley, are you also dissatisfied with Slytherin?" Sone was mog.

  Hoare waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no! Headmaster, I was born a Slytherin and will die a Slytherin ghost!"

  Hoare was just used to joking around.

  Uedly, everyone else fell silent, sensing the seriousness in this child's words.

  Having said that, Arthur couldn't bring himself to suggest ging Hoare's house.

  Though he still muttered about the first Weasley in Slytherin, Merlin, red and green really are straogether, and so on.

  It wasn't until Molly's gre that he pletely quieted down.

  Dumbledore chuckled as he looked at the group.

  "Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Ravencw, perhaps for Hoare, there's no difference. Isn't that right, little Professor Weasley?"

  As soon as this title came out, Hoare's toes began to curl into the ground.

  Sure enough, Molly was excitedly asking Dumbledore what had happened.

  Dumbledore briefly reted the events at school involving Hoare.

  Hoare, who was so embarrassed he could almost dig a Malfoy Manor with his toes, looked up when Dumbledore stopped speaking, only to see Arthur and Molly looking at him with tear-filled eyes.

  In a daze, he ulled into their tight embrace, hearing their sobs in his ears.

  Holy, Hoare was really fused. Although what Dumbledore said was embarrassing, he listeo the whole thing and didn't find anything strange.

  ht.

  Because of the fidentiality agreement regarding the Squib Potion, Dumbledore didn't directly tell Molly and Arthur, but he did mention that Hoare was involved in the experiment.

  Hoare couldn't figure out why they were g like this when he was so successful.

  Shouldn't they be happy about how outstanding he was?

  He tried to fort the two adults, feeling a headache ing on.

  "Molly, Arthur, if you keep g, my clothes will be soaked. This is my only school uniform without patches."

  Molly immediately stepped back, looking Hoare up and down, then waved her hand, "No worries, I'll take you to Hogsmeade to order a few more."

  "Yes, yes, we 't let other Slytherins look down on us," Arthur said with a sob, his eyes also sing Hoare's clothes.

  Si was a fact that Hoare was in Slytherin, at least they couldn't let him be uimated.

  Hoare scratched his head, "It's fine, I have enough clothes. Once Ron wakes up, let's take him to buy a wand. I have a sary."

  Hoare shook his pouch.

  As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur and Molly were about tain.

  Hoare really had a headache.

  Molly choked up before speaking, "Hoare, you are our pride, roud of you."

  Arthur nodded vigorously behind her.

  "When we first found out you were hiding things from us, your father and I were indeed angry because family shouldn't have secrets."

  Molly gently stroked Hoare's hair.

  "But roud of you, you're so amazing, we never imagined you could achieve all this."

  "Your father and I overlooked so much about you before."

  "It's normal that you didn't want to tell us."

  "But I never expected my Hoare to be such a genius, thank Merlin fiving you to us."

  Hoare wao say that his joining the Weasley family had nothing to do with Merlin, he hadn't eve him before he was born.

  Thanking Merlin was less appropriate than thanking the Weasleys.

  Molly's face was filled with guilt, mixed with a hint of pride.

  The Weasley children, whether studying or w, were all quite capable, and being a Prefect was already onp the Weasley family.

  They just felt guilty towards Hoare, as there were too many children at home, and sometimes they couldn't take care of everyone.

  Plus, Hoare was a Squib and had a quiet personality, often hiding in the room he shared with Ron.

  Later, Ginny joihe family.

  It was quite normal for Hoare to be overlooked.

  Yet, this overlooked Hoare had grown into a strong tree in the ers they couldn't see, capable of proteg himself and his brothers.

  He even helped Dumbledore teach other children at school!

  Being an assista helping professors, and helping professors meant helping Dumbledore, which erfectly logical.

  How could Molly and Arthur not be proud?

  Hoare wasn't used to seality, feeling his scalp tingle.

  Of course, if he knew what moved Molly and Arthur, his scalp would probably tingle even more.

  "Molly, Arthur, you've done very well. My genius is innate, so you shouldn't feel guilty for not nurturing me earlier."

  Hoare was quite tent, as he didn't enjoy pying childish games with a bunch of kids, preferring the fort and freedom of reading alone in his room.

  As for Molly thinking he used to be lively and mischievous, that was a huge misuanding.

  It was just that Hoare was curious about the wizarding world and couldn't resist expl.

  After expl for several years, having visited all the nearby towns and uo go elsewhere, what else was there to do? Reading at home was more enjoyable.

  That's how misuandings arise, everyone has their own interpretations.

  Now, the three Weasleys sat on the sofa, each scratg their heads.

  The previously somber atmosphere had pletely vanished.

  Dumbledore thought for a moment and finally spoke up, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight with this on his mind, and at his age, sleepless nights could lead to big problems.

  Better to ask.

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