Hoare accepted the Galleons from Harry.

"I'll protect Sirius until the end of the holiday. After school starts, we'll see." Hoare promised solemnly.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm still here!" Sirius protested, raising his hand. Did a man over six feet tall really need protection from this little kid who barely reached his waist?

He turned, squatted down, and looked pitifully at Harry. "Harry! Your godfather is really capable! I don't need this Weasley's protection... You can't not believe me! I'm super strong!"