Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons

"You!!!" Carlos Abernathy's eyes bulged with anger, his previously refined demeanor completely vanished.

He glared menacingly at the boy in front of him, his voice low and threatening, "Kid, you're courting death!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his wand, as if ready to strike at any moment.

However, his movements were somewhat hesitant.

After all, this was Hogwarts, and the boy in front of him was a student of the school.

If he were to kill this child here, those followers behind him would have ample excuse to cause trouble for them.

But on the other hand, if he allowed himself to be provoked by a child and did nothing, how could he maintain his authority among the other Saints in the future?

At this moment, a subordinate standing behind Carlos Abernathy seemed to notice his conflicted feelings and quickly stepped forward to dissuade him, "Abernathy, calm down, let the child go. He's still young and may not understand."

"Yes, Abernathy, why bother with a child?" another person quickly chimed in.

"Kid, don't make trouble. Abernathy's strength compared to your Headmaster might not lose, you know."

"Come down quickly, we really have something important to discuss with your Headmaster," the person earnestly said to Hoare.

Facing the crowd, Hoare let out a disdainful chuckle.

"Heh."

"Alright."

Then, his smile widened, looking completely harmless.

"That's more like it, such a good child," the person sighed in relief seeing Hoare finally nod in agreement. If the child continued to be stubborn, he really wouldn't know how to handle it.

Hoare slowly raised his right hand, his body gradually descending from the air.