Niffler Business
Hermione was just the appetizer, soon a wave of Ravenclaws and other students approached the table of the Galegold house and began to question Soisen without giving him time to breathe. After half an hour, he managed to escape from the curious witches and wizards, sent the Prophet's copy to his mothers along with a letter to tell them what happened and that he was fine, and took a walk through the Hogwarts gardens enjoying the peace and quiet.
"Although these gardens are not as beautiful as the one at my house," she declared confidently.
-Really? —Professor Sprout suddenly appeared from somewhere and Sosien almost sent her flying like Ollivander did, but she caught herself in time— Me and Hagrid have put in a bit of effort and I can say that the Hogwarts gardens are at an acceptable low level. our care. Do you still stand by that statement, Mr. Galegold?
"Absolutely," she answered immediately without hesitating for a second.
"That only arouses my curiosity more." Pomona narrowed her eyes with interest as she smiled. "Maybe I'll pay you a visit this summer, to see that garden of yours with my own eyes." Every garden tells a lot about its caretakers.
-It's fine? Sosien had a feeling that she might have defied her pride as a botanist.
Soisen continued with her walk and visited the Black Lake without the luck of being able to see the giant squid and she even went to the vicinity of the Forbidden Forest to look at it from afar. One would hope that since the students can't go there, there would be some kind of protective barrier or blocking the passage in both directions, but no, not even a sad poorly made wooden fence or broken sign was present.
Again, another basic security bug. These things wouldn't have happened if the other four founders had taken to heart the suggestions Cyrah left for them before she left.
Proud idiots.
What if one day the acromantulas decide to attack Hogwarts to feast on human flesh and blood?
Note to self, exterminate the nest of acromantulas.
She Until she found Hagrid's hut with his pumpkin patch!
She always wondered why after her wand was broken, she didn't think to study druidic magic with her fondness for magical, potentially lethal animals and her creativity in making cross-species that were very well against nature.
—I declare, today I discovered the location of the classrooms for the lessons.
Returning to her common room, she discovered that there were some Ravenclaw students studying the surroundings and some other students, like Hermione, were looking with interest at the unopened Occamy egg in the middle. She went to the warehouse to see that they had donated to enter. Someone tried to follow him, but was thrown out the door by a strong gust of wind, as the warehouse is restricted access.
Only he and the director can access this place. And there was a magically automatic log to record if someone had a drink and when.
Basic spell books, chocolate frogs, a silver bracelet, some bronze knuts…
It seems that everyone roughly understands the operation of the entrance to the house.
He took a couple of chocolate frogs to satisfy his hunger after the walk, he placed the new books in the library of the house and after seeing that everything was fine, he took Rada on his shoulder and went to the library to look for the book " Guide to the art of making potions for beginners" and "Encyclopedia of the world's potions".
After spending several minutes flipping through the pages and reading the existing potions, he discovered that there were potions to change eye color, give eagle vision, cure temporary blindness, etc. But there was not a single one that served to cure myopia, farsightedness, etc...
Having confirmed that, he returned the book to his place and while with one hand he stroked Rada's back to her delight, with the other he studied the book to increase his knowledge of the subtle art of potions. Or to be more exact, what not to do to survive his first attempts and not make the cauldron explode or the mixture result in a powerful poisonous acid.
After a few hours, he felt hungry and got up to go to dinner. He took the sleeping Rada with him, without first returning the book to her place, to the satisfaction of the librarian.
Now could those hooligans learn from this good boy!
Rada woke up as soon as he smelled the food, and when she saw her approaching the large dining room, she rubbed her hands together impatiently. Businesses were coming!
As Soisen entered with the Niffler on his shoulder, the students stared at the creature. The boys had no idea what it was and the girls didn't care, it was just too adorable. Only a few children of wizards knew of the Nifflers.
Hardly had he sat down and left Rada at the table than they tried to come closer to caress the Niffler. He held up his hand to stop them with a look of authority and extended his other hand toward them, fingers curling inward.
The question marks above the heads of those concerned were almost palpable and they turned to Soisen for translation.
"It's Rada, my little niffler," Soisen introduced as he pricked a cod fritter with his fork. "He's trained and very intelligent." He doesn't mind if you caress him a little carefully and with clean hands, but if you want to do it, you should give him something nice and shiny in return." He took a silver sickle from his pocket as a demonstration and gave it to Rada, who after taking it turning it over, sniffing and shaking it, he nodded in satisfaction and put it back in his bag while looking from left to right.
The students were stunned. Was the Niffler doing business with his cuteness?
This… will be a resounding success! Intelligent without a doubt!
"Can we hug him?" asked a third year Ravenclaw girl who was holding back at such a cute and sweet thing.
Soisen looked at Rada, who thought about it for a moment and she grunted in response as she mimed.
"He says he'll take it as long as you don't push him and pay him enough." At least three shiny coins! She—then she crouched down to the students to advise them—actually, you can, for example, clean some knuts well until they shine and I'll happily take them like a sickle. It doesn't even have to be real money, like I said, something nice and shiny like a shiny button is enough to satisfy Rada. Just don't spend too much time, she gets impatient fast.
"Would you accept some food?" someone asked. "Some rock pies, perhaps?"
"No, Hagrid, he won't accept rock pies." Soisen smiled and looked at the half-giant who practically charged at the students when he saw the Niffler, his face flushed red with emotion. teach not to accept food or treats from strangers.
-Very well done! Hagrid nodded, happy that someone else knows what it's like to take care of his pet. "You two stop by my cabin sometime, I think Fang would like to meet a new playmate."
"Sure," he agreed before resuming his meal as his niffle began his business empire of cuteness and low prices.
The students took turns playing with Rada, which turned out to be a great way to manage their stress and distract themselves. Even Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout couldn't help but drop by towards the end of dinner to try. Pomona gave him the shell of what looked like a shiny hollow walnut and McGonagall a silver needle with a blunt tip.
After Rada filled her bag with new treasures and Soisen's stomach with food from her, the two said their goodbyes and returned to the Galegold common room content.
They went to bed in a good mood and sleep soon claimed them in a quiet night. And at dawn, their first magic lessons would officially begin.