The morning sun streamed through the half-open glass window, falling on the spotless floor and slowly creeping up Duncan's bed.
Pro dreamt that it had dug up a mountain of gold from underground. It sat on top, paws clasped, trying to stuff the gold coins into its pockets.
Just as Pro had stuffed in a few, Duncan accidentally hit it with his hand while turning over, startling it awake.
Pro frantically waved its paws, and the blurry scene before its eyes gradually became clear. Only when it saw what was suppressing it and disturbing its sweet dreams did the panic in its heart slowly dissipate.
Infinite resentment showed in Pro's round eyes. It gestured in the air, seemingly wanting to scratch Duncan's face a few times, but it never acted, proving it had the intention but not the guts.
"I remember Duncan's money is all in the jar on the desk..." An excited expression appeared on Pro's face.
The mountain of gold in the dream was fake, but the coins in the jar were real, without a hint of falsehood.
Pro wriggled its body, and with its smooth fur, it slowly slid out from under Duncan's arm. Duncan didn't notice anything unusual even when it had slipped to the edge of the bed.
A look of triumph flashed in Pro's eyes. Its body curled into a small, dark ball and rolled down the bedsheet, bouncing high again when it hit the floor. It took several attempts to finally steady itself.
Pro shook its dazed head. As soon as it regained consciousness, it quickly glanced at the bed, fixing itself still with extreme caution, fearing that the noise it just made would wake the sleeping Duncan and render its efforts futile.
A moment later, seeing no sign of the person on the bed waking up, Pro breathed a sigh of relief. It quietly ran under the desk, its short limbs desperately hugging the table leg, locking its body, and moving upwards with all its might.
The short distance of just over a meter was like an insurmountable chasm for Pro. By the time it climbed to the top, its smooth fur was already covered in a damp mist, condensing into beads of sweat that continuously rolled down.
But it was all worth it. Pro panted heavily a few times, its small eyes completely filled with the pig-shaped money jar. It quickly ran to the front of the jar and stood up, scratching at the smooth body of the jar with its paws.
But it could only hear the coins rattling inside the money jar, unable to find a way to get them out.
Meanwhile, Duncan on the bed seemed to be showing signs of waking up. Pro felt anxious, its eyes darted around, and it came up with an idea. It leaned its back against the jar, pressed its paws firmly against the desktop, puffed out its small cheeks slightly, and pushed backward with all its might.
The money jar rubbed against the slightly rough desktop, making an unpleasant, grating sound that constantly assaulted one's eardrums.
Pro could only cautiously push it a short distance, then pause for a while, to avoid disturbing the sleeping Giant.
However, things didn't go Pro's way. A moment later, Duncan opened his eyes, yawned, and looked to the side. Not seeing the small figure, and hearing the noisy sounds, he immediately shouted, "Pro, are you up to no good again?"
Pro shivered, startled by the sudden accusation, and almost fell off the desk. It instinctively wanted to escape.
But when it glanced back, it saw that after all its effort, it had almost pushed the money jar to the edge of the table.
Wouldn't it be a huge loss to give up now?
Pro's mind was filled with unwillingness. Its small paws scratched its plump belly, a little vexed.
After a dozen seconds, Pro made up its mind. It decided to go all out and make a big score.
Pro no longer worried about startling Duncan and pushed backward continuously. The jar, which was half a body taller than it, quickly reached the edge.
Duncan frowned and got up, looking in the direction of the sound. He just happened to see Pro and the money jar falling together. A thought flashed through his mind, and he instantly understood what had happened. He shouted, "Pro, you're getting bolder and bolder! You dare to touch the money in my money jar!"
No sooner had Duncan's voice fallen than there was a 'thwack'. The jar collided with a hard object on the ground, and a large crack appeared in the pig's head. The round Galleons and silver sickles were shaken loose, bouncing and rolling all over the floor.
Pro rolled a few times, and as soon as it steadied itself, it scurried on all fours towards the money jar, keeping an eye on Duncan's movements while racing against time to stuff the coins into the pocket on its belly.
"Put them down!" Duncan threw off the quilt, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and quickly pounced on Pro, wanting to stop the greedy little thief from stealing all his coins.
Pro quickly grabbed two handfuls before Duncan arrived, then agilely moved, circled the corner of the desk, avoided Duncan's swinging hands, and ran towards the door.
Duncan looked at the few remaining Galleons and silver sickles in the broken money jar, his heart filled with sorrow.
All the pocket money he had saved for so long was just gone!
Duncan's reddened eyes looked in the direction Pro had fled and roared, "Pro, you're not getting away today!"
Pro looked back, squeezed desperately through the gap under the door, and made its escape.
Duncan opened the door and chased after it, thundering down the stairs, through the living room, running several laps around the long table in the dining room, and finally cornering Pro under the sofa and catching it.
"Give me back my money, or your snacks today will be confiscated!" Duncan held Pro in both hands, threatening through gritted teeth.
Pro's paws tightly covered its pocket, as if it hadn't heard Duncan's words, only turning its head to look around, seemingly searching for something.
Duncan asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"
"Don't you think it's strange?" Pro replied, "We've been making such a fuss for so long, and Tina and Newt haven't shown up!"
"Oh, right." Duncan also realized it. He put Pro in his pocket and quickly went to check the entrance of the Enclosure.
The bricks above showed no signs of being touched, so Newt shouldn't be inside right now.
"Where did they go?" Duncan scratched his head, a little confused.
Although Newt often left without a word, Tina never did that.
"Duncan, quickly look at the table over there. Is there a piece of paper under the cup?" Pro poked its head out, its paws hanging on Duncan's pocket, its small eyes staring at the cabinet by the door, then it looked up and said to Duncan.
"Hmm?" Duncan walked to the cabinet in two steps, moved the cup aside, picked up the paper underneath, and quickly read it.
"What does it say?" Pro slipped out of the pocket, climbed up Duncan's clothes to his shoulder, and looked down at the parchment in Duncan's hand. Unfortunately, it couldn't read and didn't understand the scribbles on it.
Duncan put away the parchment and sighed, "Grandpa said he received a letter from Mr. Duke this morning. Some clues possibly related to that secret organization were found in the western United States, but I'm starting school soon and it's not suitable for me to go along, so they went ahead to investigate."
Pro turned its head to look at Duncan: "Then what about us?"
"They said they've already discussed it with Mr. Weasley, and I'll stay there for a few days, then go to school with them." Duncan said helplessly, not expecting Newt to have slipped away first, making him miss an opportunity to complete a mission.
"Weasley? Those annoying little rascals?" Pro's eyes widened, and past unpleasant memories echoed in its mind. It immediately felt that life was hopeless.