Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons-Chapter 59 – Malnutrition Draco

But when it came to helping classmates with questions, Draco didn't have the patience, so he outsourced it to Hoare.

Considering they were classmates, Draco managed to get a bundled price.

Fifty Galleons a month for 100 questions, with any extra questions charged at one Galleon each.

"Let's see if your appetite returns to normal," Hoare said, taking the notebook.

Hoare still believed Draco's abnormality was related to the diary.

Staying away from it should help him recover.

There was already one person lingering in the infirmary recovering, and if there was a third, who knows what chaos would ensue.

Hoare weighed the notebook in his hand, not opening it, and tossed it directly into his Storage Bag, curious to see what trouble the third would stir up.

The past six months had been eventful enough.

With final exams approaching, Hoare didn't want any more troublesome incidents.

Moreover, Hoare frowned, recalling that the diary eventually ended up in his little sister Ginny's hands.

The thought of his little sister chatting and confiding with the man with a snake face made Hoare's brow furrow tightly.

Better find a time to destroy the third.

Draco thought Hoare was worried about his health and explained, "The doctor said it's a normal growth spurt, it'll pass in a few years."

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"Besides, my dad said our family does tend to eat more during puberty."

Hoare... Is this just eating a bit more???

At the dining table, Hoare watched as Draco, in a whirlwind of eating, cleared the surrounding food in no time.

These days, Draco's appetite had become increasingly exaggerated.

It started with just double the normal amount.

Now he could almost clear half a table's worth of food by himself.

And that was a long table!

During dinner, many Slytherin students were left hungry, as the house-elves couldn't keep up with someone's eating speed.

"Burp~"

As Draco finally showed signs of being full, Snape, with his black robe billowing, quickly stepped down from the head table, and Hoare grabbed Draco, leading the three of them out of the Great Hall.

"Henry, where are you taking me?" Draco asked, bewildered, "Headmaster? What's going on?"

Hoare didn't reply, leading Draco to the infirmary.

"Madam Pomfrey," Hoare greeted politely, "Please take a look at him."

Hoare pushed Draco towards Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey looked Draco up and down, puzzled by his rosy complexion, and turned to Snape behind them, "Professor Snape, what's wrong with this child?"

"Everything. Madam Pomfrey, please check everything," Snape said darkly.

Seeing Snape's insistence, Madam Pomfrey nodded in agreement.

A basic full-body check wasn't complicated, just a few spells.

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Draco was taken into a cubicle for examination by Madam Pomfrey.

Hoare and Snape waited at the door.

The atmosphere was tense, as aside from Potions, Hoare and Snape didn't have much to talk about.

The examination took about ten minutes.

Draco emerged, and Madam Pomfrey looked at Snape with displeasure, "Professor Snape, are you not feeding this child? My Merlin! How can there still be malnourished children these days!"

"No, I must inform Dumbledore. I suspect there's child abuse happening within Slytherin."

Madam Pomfrey was visibly angry.

Snape rubbed his temples, "His surname is Malfoy."

Just that surname silenced Madam Pomfrey immediately.

In the wizarding world, anyone might go hungry, but not the Malfoys.

"Malnourished?" Hoare frowned.

Draco in front of him was growing thinner.

When he first returned to school, he just had a sharp chin, but now his limbs were gaunt, and his cheeks were sunken.

He looked like he had been starved for a long time.

"I'm so hungry..." Draco suddenly spoke, his voice trembling, and he seemed unsteady on his feet, looking very unwell.

Seeing Draco's condition, Madam Pomfrey, who was about to leave, immediately sensed something wrong and hurriedly helped Draco onto a bed.

She cast a diagnostic spell.

"How could this be!?" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed in shock.

"What is it, Madam Pomfrey?" Hoare asked.

"He's now severely malnourished and needs immediate food supplementation." Madam Pomfrey was well aware of the results from her previous examination.

He was just ordinarily malnourished before!

In such a short time!

How could a perfectly fine person become like this!?

Draco, lying on the bed, could only let out weak moans.

"Madam Pomfrey, please take care of him while I notify his father," Snape frowned. This situation required a more thorough examination at St. Mungo's, or Draco might starve to death.

"Alright, I'll give him some emergency potions."

Before Madam Pomfrey could finish speaking, Draco on the bed let out a pained and weak cry.

"I'm starving! Please, give me something to eat! Henry, Henry! I'm really so hungry!"

Hoare quickly took out all his energy-restoring potions from his Storage Bag, "Madam Pomfrey, please give Draco a bottle."

Madam Pomfrey recognized the potion as an energy-restoring one and, trusting Hoare's skills, fed it to Draco without hesitation.

Hoare was worried that if it was indeed related to the diary, Draco might be lacking in vitality and spirit.

He watched as Madam Pomfrey fed the energy-restoring potion to Draco.

Within seconds, Draco stopped crying out in hunger and appeared relieved.

Madam Pomfrey hurried to inform Headmaster Dumbledore, as this was beyond the infirmary's capabilities.

Hoare checked the clock, calculating the time.

Draco, realizing something was wrong, looked terrified and no longer called for his father, instead curling up under the covers.

About fifteen minutes later, Draco suddenly threw off the covers, looking like he was at his limit.

Hoare understood the look in his eyes and placed another potion by his side.

Draco drank it down, crying.

The second time, it took thirteen minutes.

The third time, ten minutes.

The intervals were rapidly decreasing.

This was a very worrying sign.

Hoare's fears were confirmed.

The diary had been with Hoare these past few days.

To be safe, he had wrapped it in a space-isolating blanket and kept it in his Storage Bag.

He could guarantee Draco had no chance to come into contact with it.

But now, seeing Draco's reaction, once this devouring connection was established, unless the third inside the diary was completely destroyed...

Draco might be consumed entirely, dying in agony.