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After understanding the uses of several quills, Harry's eyes lit up and he bought the Scribing Quill and the Nonsense Quill without hesitation.
"What are you most afraid of when writing a thesis?" Wayne asked. "Isn't it just how to turn a thought into a whole article? These quills are a huge help."
Wayne's price was not expensive — two Galleons per quill. Harry took out eight Galleons without blinking and completed the transaction.
Ronald, on the side, was already warming up. Like Harry, he was not a bad student, but just average. The most annoying thing for him was having to do homework every day after class.
"With these two pens, how much time could be saved to play wizard chess!" he thought. But Ronald was poor. The pocket money his family gave him for one semester was only a dozen Sickles. Even the map belonged to Harry, let alone buying a quill.
Harry noticed his friend's embarrassment and whispered, "You don't have to buy it. I can lend it to you when the time comes."
"Thanks," Ronald said gratefully.
Wayne was happy to see the outcome. Quill pens are easily worn out. Usually, a young wizard has to use thousands of quills in a semester. If two people use them, they will wear out faster, and Harry will have to come back to buy more.
Wayne wasn't worried about Harry affording it. In addition to being a savior, Harry would have another resounding title in the future: Heir to the legacy!
The Potter family is an old family with significant wealth in their treasury. After Sirius's death, the Black family inheritance would also belong to Harry. This inheritance is one of the most wealthy among the Holy Twenty-Eight, even richer than the Malfoys. Sending a Firebolt without blinking showed how deep their pockets were.
Then there was Snape. No matter how displeased Harry was by looking at Snape, he was Lily's child. Snape's final legacy would also go to Harry. The wealth of a potion master would be substantial.
Through these inheritances, Harry would definitely become a rich man in the wizarding world in the future.
Harry, happy, told interesting stories about his Quidditch training, completely unaware that Wayne had already set his sights on this lucrative prospect.
"George and Fred are pissing Wood off. They're like two human bludgers," Harry remarked.
Quidditch was something Hermione didn't understand, but she still said seriously, "Harry, you must win the House Cup. Our score is far behind other houses."
Winning the Quidditch House Cup could add 150 points to their house, which is why Hermione cared.
Harry's face fell. "I'll try my best. After all, I'm only in my first year..."
Then his expression turned angry again. "It's all Snape's fault. I really don't know how I provoked him. He stares at me every day and deducts points."
Hagrid, who had been smiling, looked a bit uncomfortable. "Harry, Snape is your professor after all. You should still show necessary respect."
"I'm telling the truth!" Harry said stubbornly. "He deducted thirty points from me in last week's Potions class!"
Harry looked at Wayne and complained, "Wayne, the method you taught me doesn't work. I lowered my head and didn't look at him, but Snape seemed even angrier."
"Tell me what happened exactly," Wayne said with interest.
Harry summarized the situation with a grimace. Snape would find trouble in every class. Every time someone stared at him in defiance, Snape would make a few sarcastic remarks and get over it.
During the last Potions lesson, Harry remembered Wayne's method. So, no matter how much Snape picked on him, he kept his head down and focused on his potion. As a result, Snape deducted twenty points for disrespecting the professor and later deducted another ten points from Neville.
After listening to this, Wayne almost burst out laughing but maintained a thoughtful expression. "Harry, Snape has a rare treasure in those eyes that look exactly like Lily's. It would be strange if he didn't get angry when you don't look at him."
"It's not easy, Harry," Wayne said. "It seems Snape does have some objections to you."
"Maybe you could give him a gift at Christmas to ease the relationship. After all, Potions class will last until at least the fifth grade."
Harry thought this was reasonable. "Then what should I give him?"
"How about shampoo?" Wayne suggested. "Look at his oily head. It must have been ages since he washed his hair, so giving him some shampoo would be appropriate."
"Will it be useful?" Harry asked doubtfully. "He is a professor; he can afford shampoo."
"Masters of potions can be informal," Wayne laughed. "Maybe he forgot or was too lazy to buy it. Just get the best one, with the longest brand name. When Snape sees you're so sincere, he may not take care of you, but he probably won't cause trouble for you either."
Hagrid opened his mouth. "The best shampoo in the wizarding world is Potter shampoo. The Potter family made their fortune on it, but Harry's grandfather sold the formula and got a large sum of gold. It has nothing to do with them now." Hagrid scratched his head, feeling something was strange but couldn't pinpoint what. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it.
Wayne is Harry's friend and a kind, reliable Hufflepuff. How could he resist his friends? Hagrid smiled and brought over freshly baked cookies and hot tea.
An hour later, several little wizards walked out of the hut, rubbing their full bellies.
"We don't need to eat dinner now," Ronald yawned. "Harry, do you want to play wizard chess? One candy wrapper per game."
"OK."
The two said goodbye to Wayne and left. Their relationship with Hermione was not great, especially Ronald, who thought Hermione was too rigid and nosy. Girls tend to mature faster than boys, and puberty comes earlier. Hermione didn't like these two naughty classmates either. She felt they were too childish.
"Want to go back to the castle?" Wayne asked.
Hermione thought for a while. "Let's take a walk. I'm full and want to exercise."
Wayne nodded. The two strolled slowly along the Black Lake. The water sparkled, and the autumn wind created ripples. From time to time, fish jumped out of the water, only to be swallowed by the Grindylow Monster.
A gust of wind blew by, but Wayne was unaffected. His robes were all thermostatic. Hermione tightened her clothes. As October approached, the temperature in the Scottish Highlands had already dropped below ten degrees.
Wayne very thoughtfully placed a thermostatic spell on Hermione, and she felt much better instantly. "Wayne, why do you know so many spells?" she asked.
"Study and practice more, and you'll get good at it," Wayne said easily. Hermione curled her lips quietly. She had also learned many spells by herself but progressed slowly. Some simple spells were easy, but the more complex ones required time to master.
To avoid feeling inferior, Hermione looked at the black lake and whispered, "I read in a book that there's an entire tribe of fishmen living in the Black Lake. Is it true?"
"It's true," Wayne said, throwing a stone that floated three times before sinking. "You can still see them occasionally through the Slytherin common room window."
"But these mermaids are too ugly," Wayne shook his head and sighed. "They have nothing to do with the legendary mermaids."
Hermione crossed her arms and sneered, "What if they really are mermaids?"
Wayne chuckled, "Then I don't mind getting another pet."
"Humph!" The little witch pinched Wayne and turned around to leave.
"Hey, why are you pinching someone for no reason?"
"Leave me alone!"
"Hey," Wayne was exasperated. "So unreasonable!"
"What, you don't accept it?" The little witch said provocatively. "I just can't stand your daydreaming. If you have the ability, you can really catch a mermaid and raise it."
"What if I really capture one?" Wayne raised his eyebrows.
"If you really catch one...I...I'll do whatever you want!"
Hermione thought for a moment. It was written in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" that there were no mermaids in the world. This was just people's imagination, and she made a bet with confidence.
"Okay, just wait," Wayne responded. "If I don't find a mermaid before graduation, I will agree to one condition."
"It's a deal!"
The two high-fived and smiled in victory.
Back in the lounge, Cedric and the others also returned from Hogsmeade. Seeing Wayne, he first gave him a glass of butterbeer, and then Cedric whispered, "The things you asked me to buy are placed in the dormitory. I will bring them to you later."
Wayne nodded to show he was in no hurry. Cedric handed over some more candies from Honeydukes Candy Shop.
"Where will you teach me how to make maps tomorrow?"
"Just find a classroom. There are too many people in the lounge."
Putting the milk fudge in his mouth, Wayne gave up the idea of going to the cafeteria to eat. Hufflepuff's little wizards are indeed foodies. Almost all they brought back from Hogsmeade were snacks, and many of them enthusiastically gave some to Wayne.
Given the opportunity, he took out his quill and made a sales pitch. The price of two galleons for a stick is indeed very expensive, but it can't stand up to the many scumbags in Hufflepuff. With tears in her eyes, Hannah took out two galleons again and bought a nonsense quill.
Less than a month after entering school, the little girl had gained weight visibly, and more than half of her pocket money went to desserts and snacks. Wayne couldn't bear to see it, so he couldn't help but persuade her.
"Hannah, why don't you buy a manuscript quill?"
"No." The little girl's nose twitched, "Anyway, no one will let me copy their homework."
"I can lend it to you."
"Then... how about another one?" Hannah took out two more galleons from her dry little vault and reluctantly handed them to Wayne.
Cedric looked at him like a ghost. "Does your conscience really not hurt?"
This wave brought in more than a hundred galleons, and Wayne was very satisfied. He planned to talk to Malfoy about how the noble Master Malfoy could use this ordinary version. He had specially prepared high-end customized models such as unicorn feathers and evil bird feathers, and the prices were not high. Just ten galleons.
Sunday morning, Wayne wanted to teach Cedric how to make maps, so the two found a vacant classroom on the second floor. Wayne took out the parchment and special ink and began to explain. The most basic version is not difficult. Use special ink to draw a map and mark the code corresponding to each staircase to synchronize the operation of the stairs in Hogwarts in real time.
All Cedric needed was the Marking Charm and the hidden spell to unlock it. After scraping a few maps, he mastered it.
The pro version had increased difficulty. The main problem was that the real-time position of the little wizard was revealed. It required a very special tracking spell and a magic tandem spell to let the little wizard's magic power and the sheepskin paper make connections. In a week, Cedric could only barely master it, and the success rate was very low. There was no other way, so Wayne could only transform into a charms professor and start explaining some spell-casting techniques.
Boom! Boom! Boom! There was a sudden knock on the classroom door. Cedric's hand shook, and the spell failed again.
"Who?"
He opened the door angrily and saw two people smiling outside. "Why are you here?"
"Of course, I'm here to see Wayne."
Cedric opened the door and walked in with the two of them, still a little confused. "How did you know Wayne was here?"
"No comment."
"This is Gemini's biggest secret."
George and Fred walked up to Wayne and showed a flattering smile.
"Master Lawrence, how was your weekend?"
"If you feel too lonely, we can introduce you to two beauties with more than 250 in Gryffindor."
Wayne shivered and pushed them away in disgust. "Stay away from me. If you have something to say, don't disgust me."
The twins looked at each other and said in unison, "Wayne, can you teach us how to make those quills?"
Fred added, "It's not free. Just tell us how much it will cost, and we'll get it for you even if you're hungry."
Cedric rolled his eyes, "Food is free in school."
"Get out of here!"
George hammered him and looked at Wayne expectantly.
Yesterday in the common room, they happened to see Harry writing papers with a nonsense quill, and they were shocked. Gemini felt that making these things was so interesting, as if they had suddenly found the meaning of life. After asking, it turned out to be Wayne's handiwork again, and they were completely convinced. They didn't even understand the principle of the map, so they developed new props. The twins, who could no longer hold themselves back, came over with a roar after a night of ideological struggle.
The academic barriers in the magic world are not serious, but when it comes to making money, it becomes a secret. If they weren't really too curious, they wouldn't do such a reckless thing. They made up their mind that no matter what conditions Wayne offered, as long as they could meet them, they would agree.
Fred and George's expressions were sincere and serious. Wayne had never seen either of them look like this before. He pondered for a moment and said:
"It's not impossible to teach you. I'm teaching Cedric how to make maps now."
The two of them looked at Cedric who was eating a snack, as if they were saying he didn't call them if he had something good going on.
Cedric said quickly, "Look at what I do. I also work for Wayne."
"That's right." Wayne nodded. "I provide the materials and technology, and he is responsible for the production and sales, but he only gets 20 percent."
"If you can accept such conditions, I can teach you too."
"Oh, right." Just as the two were about to agree, Wayne interrupted again. "I also want one more thing, the map in your hand."
Fred was surprised. "How do you know?"
That map was the biggest secret the two of them had discovered this semester. They hadn't studied it thoroughly yet. Why would Wayne know about it?
"Last time in the prize showroom, you were too slow." Wayne smiled. He was very interested in the Marauder's Map. In Harry's hand it was just a map, mostly used to hide from Filch. But in his hands, it is excellent research material, and its value is incomparable. "So, hand it over."
The twins gathered together and murmured for a long time, and finally said, "We agreed, but can you let us use it for a while? The secret passage above has not been completely memorized."
Wayne was also very cheerful. "No problem, just give it to me after Christmas."
Only Cedric looked confused. "What on earth are you talking about?"
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