57. Harry, The Heir, Gives Snape Shampoo

After gaining an understanding of the various uses of several quills, Harry became excited and purchased the Scribing Quill and the Nonsense Quill without hesitation.

"I'll take two," Harry said.

"What is your biggest fear when writing a thesis?" someone asked.

"Isn't it just figuring out how to turn a sentence in your head into a complete article?" Harry replied.

These quills have been incredibly helpful, Harry thought.

Wayne's price wasn't expensive, as it was only two Galleons per stick. Without hesitation, Harry handed over eight Galleons and completed the transaction.

Ronald, standing to the side, was already getting ready.

Like Harry, Ronald was an average student, neither particularly good nor bad.

The most annoying thing is having to do homework every day after class.

With these two pens, I can save so much time to play wizard chess!

It's a shame that Ronald is poor. He only receives a few Sickles as pocket money for the entire semester. Buying a quill is out of the question for him, let alone a map.

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."

"Thank you," Ronald gratefully replied.

Wayne also looked happy with the results.

Quill pens are stationery items that wear out easily. In a semester, a young wizard usually goes through thousands of quill pens.

If two people used the quill, it would be used up even faster, forcing Harry to come back to Wayne to buy more.

As for whether Harry could afford it, Wayne wasn't worried at all.

In addition to being a savior, Harry would also have an equally impressive title in the future - heir to the ancient family!

The Potter family is ancient and wealthy, with a substantial amount of money in the treasury, but nothing out of the ordinary.

After Sirius's death, Harry would inherit the Black family's wealth. The Black family is one of the wealthiest among the Sacred Twenty-Eight, even wealthier than Malfoy.

If Harry could spend money on a Firebolt without batting an eye, it's clear he had deep pockets.

Then there's Snape - despite Snape's dislike for him, Harry is Lily's child.

Snape's final wealth also belongs to Harry.

The wealth of a potions master can accumulate is unimaginable.

With three rich inheritances, there was no doubt that Harry would become a wealthy man in the wizarding world.

Harry happily shared interesting stories about his Quidditch training, oblivious to Wayne's eyes already fixed on him like a big fat sheep.

"George and Fred are annoying Wood. They're like two human bludgers," Harry recounted.

Hermione, although not fully understanding Quidditch, still spoke earnestly, "Harry, you must win the House Cup. Our score is far behind the other houses."

Winning the Quidditch House Cup would add 150 points to their house. And that's why Hermione was so invested.

Harry's expression fell. "I'll try my best, but after all, I'm only in my first year..."Then he immediately became angry again: "It's all Snape's fault. I don't know how I provoked him. He stares at me every day and deducts points."

Hagrid, who was originally smiling, looked a little unnatural: "Harry, Snape is your professor after all, so you still have to show respect."

"I'm telling the truth!" Harry said stubbornly. "He deducted thirty points from me in Potions class last week!"

Harry looked at Wayne again 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 about the specific situation," Wayne said, becoming more energetic.

Harry gave a summary with a grimace.

Originally, Snape would find trouble in every class. Every time someone stared at him unconvinced, Snape would make a few sarcastic remarks and move on.

During the last Potions lesson, Harry suddenly remembered the method Wayne taught him.

So no matter how much Snape picked on him, he kept his head down and boiled the potion.

As a result, Snape deducted twenty points for disrespecting the professor and later deducted ten points from Neville.

After listening to this, Wayne's stomach was almost cramped with laughter, but he still maintained a thoughtful expression.

"Nonsense, Harry's rarest thing is those eyes that are the same as Lily's. It would be strange if he doesn't get angry if you don't look at him," Wayne said.

"It's not easy, Harry..." Wayne pondered and said, "It seems that Snape does have some issues with you."

"Otherwise, you can give him some gifts at Christmas to improve the relationship. After all, Potions class will last until at least the fifth grade.

Harry thought this was true when he heard it, "Then what should I give him?"

"How about giving him shampoo."

Wayne came up with an idea, "Look at his oily head, it must have been a long time since he washed his hair, so giving him some shampoo would be appropriate."

"Will it be effective?" Harry asked doubtfully. "He is a professor, so he can surely afford shampoo."

"A master of potions, it's normal to be informal," Wayne laughed. "Maybe he forgot or is too lazy to buy it.

"Just buy the best one, the one with the longest brand name."

"When Snape sees how sincere you are, he won't bother you, but he probably won't cause trouble for you either."

Hagrid chimed in.

"The best shampoo in the wizarding world... it's Potter shampoo."

"That's the product on which the Potter family made their fortune, but Harry's grandfather already sold the shampoo formula and exchanged it for a large sum of gold."

"It has nothing to do with them now."

Hagrid scratched his head, feeling a little strange, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

If he can't figure it out, he won't think about it.

Wayne, Harry's friend and a kind and reliable Hufflepuff, finds it hard to 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 already bloated bellies.

"There's no need to eat dinner now," Ronald yawned.

"Harry, do you want to play wizard chess for a while? One candy wrapper per game."

"OK." The two said hello to Wayne and left.

Their relationship with Hermione was not very good, especially Ronald, who felt that Hermione was too rigid and nosy. Girls tend to be mentally more mature than boys, and puberty comes earlier.

Hermione also didn't like these two naughty classmates, feeling it was too childish.

"Want to go back to the castle?" Wayne asked.

Hermione thought for a while and replied, "Let's take a walk. I'm also full and want to do some exercise."

Wayne did his best to accommodate her. The two strolled along the Black Lake, with the water sparkling and the autumn wind wrinkling and rippling. Now and then, 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 thermostatic, but Hermione tightened her clothes. As October approached, the temperature in the Scottish Highlands had already dropped below ten degrees.

Wayne gently cast a thermostatic spell on Hermione, instantly making the little witch feel much better.

"Why do you have so many spells, Wayne?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Study and practice more, and you'll become skilled at it," Wayne replied casually, causing Hermione to curl her lips quietly.

Hermione had also been teaching herself spells in private, but her progress was rather slow. Simple spells could be mastered quickly, but the more difficult ones required time and study.

To avoid being hit again, Hermione gazed at the black lake and whispered, "I read in a book that there's an entire tribe of fishmen living in the black lake, but I'm not sure if it's true."

"It's true," Wayne confirmed, throwing a stone that floated momentarily before sinking into the lake. "You can catch glimpses of them through the window in the Slytherin common room."

"But those mermaids are so ugly," Wayne sighed, shaking his head. "They have nothing in common with the legendary mermaids."

Sneering, Hermione crossed her arms and challenged, "What will you do if they are mermaids?"

Wayne chuckled and replied, "Then I wouldn't mind having another pet."

"Humph!" Hermione pinched Wayne and turned to leave.

"Why are you pinching me for no reason?" Wayne protested.

"Leave me alone!"

"Come on," an exasperated Wayne said, "Don't be so unreasonable."

"Well, if you don't accept it," the little witch provocatively said, "I just can't stand your daydreaming. If you have the ability, go ahead and catch a mermaid to raise as a pet."

"What if I could catch?" Wayne raised an eyebrow.

"If you can catch... I'll do whatever you want," Hermione replied, pausing briefly. She remembered reading in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" that mermaids didn't exist in the world. Confidently, she immediately made a bet.

"Okay, let's see," Wayne agreed. "If I don't find a mermaid before graduation, I'll agree to one condition."

"It's a deal!"

The two happily high-fived each other in victory.

Meanwhile, in the lounge, Cedric and the others had returned from Hogsmeade.

Spotting Wayne, Cedric handed him a glass of butterbeer. He then whispered, "The items you asked me to buy are in the dormitory. I'll bring them to you later."

Wayne nodded, indicating that he was in no rush.

Cedric also handed over some candies from Honeydukes Candy Shop.

"Where will you teach me how to make maps tomorrow?" Cedric inquired.

"Just find a classroom. The Hall is too crowded," Wayne suggested.

Munching on a piece of milk fudge, Wayne abandoned the idea of going to the cafeteria to eat. The Hufflepuff students had brought back snacks from Hogsmeade and eagerly shared some with him, as they were known to be food enthusiasts. Then, when given the opportunity, he pulled out his quill and began his sales pitch.

The price of two galleons for a stick may seem expensive, but it pales in comparison to the many scumbags in Hufflepuff.

With tears in her eyes, Hannah once again took out two galleons and purchased a nonsensical quill.

In less than a month since starting school, the little girl had visibly gained weight, with more than half of her pocket money being spent on desserts and snacks.

Wayne couldn't bear to see this and couldn't help but persuade her, saying, "Hannah, why don't you buy a manuscript quill?"

"No," the little girl replied, her nose twitching. "Anyway, no one will let me copy their homework."

"I can lend it to you," Wayne offered.

"Then...how about another one?" Hannah reluctantly took out two more galleons from her meager savings and handed them over to Wayne.

Cedric looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Doesn't your conscience bother you?

This wave of sales had brought in over a hundred galleons, leaving Wayne quite satisfied.

He planned to speak with Malfoy about how the esteemed Master Malfoy could benefit from this regular version. He had even prepared high-end customized models, such as those made with Griffon feathers, and priced them reasonably.

Just ten galleons.

Sunday.

In the 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.

Then there's the pro version. The difficulty has increased. The main problem is that the real-time position of the little wizard is revealed. It requires 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 techniques for casting spells.

Boom! Boom! Boom! There was a sudden knock on the classroom door. Cedric's hand shook and the spell failed again.

"Who?" he asked. He opened the door angrily and saw two people smiling outside. "Why are you here?"

"Of course, I'm here to see Wayne," one of them replied.

Cedric let them in, still confused. "How did you know Wayne was here?"

"No comment."

"This is Twins's biggest secret," the other person added.

George 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 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 me how much it will cost, and we'll get it for you even if you're hungry."

Cedric rolled his eyes and said, "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 quill, and they were shocked.

The twins 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 too curious, they wouldn't do such a reckless thing. I have decided that no matter what conditions Wayne offers, as long as they can meet them, they will agree.

Fred and George's expressions were sincere and serious, something Wayne had never seen from either of them before.

He pondered for a moment and said, "It's not impossible to teach you. I am currently teaching Cedric how to make maps."

The two of them looked at Cedric, who was eating melon as if they were implying that they wouldn't have called me if they had something good going on.

Cedric quickly added, "Look at what I'm doing, I also work for Wayne."

"That's right," Wayne nodded. "I provide the materials and technology, and he is responsible for production and sales, but he only gets 20%."

"If you can accept those conditions, I can also teach you."

"Oh, right."

Just as the two were about to agree, Wayne interrupted again, saying, "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?

"During the last visit to the Trophy room, 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 Wayne's hands, it was excellent research material, and its value was incomparable.

"So, bring it to me!"

The twins huddled together and whispered for a long time, and finally said, "We agree, but can you let us use it for a while? We haven't fully memorized the secret passage yet."

Wayne was also in good spirits. "No problem, just give it to me after Christmas."

Only Cedric looked confused. "What on earth are you talking about?"