Ron and Harry exchanged glances, wanting to speak, but the stench made them cover their mouths and noses hurriedly, their voices muffled.

"So, the snake trail was Helena?" Ron, for once, reacted quickly.

"Should we report this to the Headmaster?" Harry pondered with a frown.

Hoare's eyes shifted as he held up the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. "This is stolen property, it doesn't count. You need to pay again. It must be from you or your master."

Helena was indignant, her mouth opened wide, and her forked tongue almost touched Hoare's cheek.

"Helena says that Hogwarts castle belongs to her master, so everything inside is also her master's," Harry translated in a muffled voice.

"But you need me to find your master, so I set the price, not you. Understand?" Hoare smiled without emotion.@@novelbin@@

Hearing Hoare's words, Helena looked aggrieved, shrank back, circled a few times, and turned into a small snake the size of a chopstick.

She curled up tightly on her master's pillow, looking pitiful.

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