Malfoy and Harry buried their heads even deeper.
Zabini nodded painfully, "Yes, in the end, five groups failed, and the head of the house said we have to write five feet of homework."
Then he couldn't help but cover his face and continued, "Draco and Harry Potter, as supervisors, didn't help their classmates complete the classwork, so they each get an extra foot."
"All assignments are due tomorrow, and Henry William will deliver them to the headmaster's office."
Zabini put down his hand and gave Hoare a sympathetic look, "Everyone, including Gryffindor."
Hoare gasped, just about to ask about his own homework when he heard Zabini continue, "You don't have to write any. The head of the house said you don't need to write any assignments for the whole school year, just maintain your standard in class."
"Shut up!"
"If you want to talk, get out!"
Under Madam Pince's furious roar, all the first-year students buried their heads and painfully scribbled away.
In this scene, Hoare couldn't help but wipe away nonexistent tears from his face.
Professor Snape is truly great; he accomplished what Dumbledore couldn't!
Look, how harmonious and loving Gryffindor and Slytherin are at this moment.
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On the way back to the dormitory, Hoare saw Malfoy looking exhausted, like a zombie, his hair dull like dried grass.
He remembered the rumors about the Malfoy family.
Because of their platinum hair, they love shiny things, and even they themselves are shiny.
The biggest and only long-term customer of Madam Primpernelle's Beauty Potion Shop's Radiance Potion is the Malfoy family.
In short, Hoare's Radiance Potion was made specifically for the Malfoy family.
"Malfoy, are you okay? You look— not so good." Hoare cautiously asked, looking at Malfoy, who seemed about to lose his soul.
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"What! Is it that bad?" Malfoy quickly pulled out a mirror from his pocket and examined his appearance carefully upon hearing Hoare's words.
Oh my god! How could he look so terrible, with his skin so dull!
Damn Potter, if it weren't for those Gryffindors not completing their tasks, would he have to write so much homework?
Seeing Malfoy like this, Hoare thought for a moment and took out a bottle of "Radiance Potion," "It can make you radiant. Do you need it?"
"Thank you— Radiance Potion!? I need it!" Malfoy was stunned to see what Hoare had, and he quickly grabbed it.
"Thank you, Henry." Malfoy was very touched and drank it in one gulp.
Hoare raised an eyebrow, watching Malfoy's familiar actions. The rumors were true. The Malfoy family's obsession with appearance has become hereditary.
"Henry, don't we have any?" Zabini was very tempted by the potion's bright color.
This potion was much brighter than the Radiance Potion from Madam Primpernelle's Beauty Potion Shop. Zabini had accompanied his mother to buy it before.
He remembered it was 35 Galleons a bottle.
Hoare extended his hand, "Friendship price, 30 Galleons, thank you for your patronage."
The now incredibly shiny Malfoy, who had already poured the potion into his mouth, "..."
Pansy Parkinson, who had taken a bottle from Hoare's bag, "..."
Zabini, who leaned over, "..."
At this moment, two words floated through their minds, "As expected!"
After a moment of silence, Malfoy decided to clear out Hoare's stock.
Zabini and Pansy, who were just joining in the fun, were instantly tempted when they saw Malfoy shining like a star.
After some disputes, Zabini and Pansy each grabbed a bottle. As for the rest, Malfoy took them all, but he only bought the beauty-related ones.
[Ding]
[Available Galleons: 1168 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]
"Thank you for your patronage." Hoare smiled sincerely.
"By the way, Hoare, can you make a fragrance or odor-removing potion?" Zabini suddenly thought of something and asked Hoare.
"I should be able to. Why?" Hoare asked.
Malfoy frowned, showing a disgusted expression, "In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a student got sick from Quirrell's stench and vomited." He made a vomiting gesture.
Zabini added, "That student was sent to the infirmary and reportedly got some respiratory infection, and has to take medicine for a long time."
Hearing their conversation, memories from years ago suddenly awakened in Hoare.
Quirrell emitted a strong garlic odor.
As someone from China in his past life, Hoare could tolerate the strong garlic smell, but for the British in the wizarding world, it was like a biochemical weapon.
Quirrell used so much garlic to cover the rotten smell emanating from his body.
Because another person was parasitizing Quirrell's body.
The Dark Lord, Voldemort.
Hoare thought about it. To remove the odor, it wasn't just a matter of using an odor-removing potion; it was treating the symptoms, not the root cause.
Wouldn't it be better to remove the man with a snake face from the back of Quirrell's head? Without him, Quirrell's body wouldn't continue to rot, and he wouldn't need garlic to cover the smell.
Hoare calculated that he needed to upgrade his magic level and exchange for Quidditch talent, as Quidditch class was coming up in a few days, which would require at least 1000 Galleons.
There were 22 students in the class, excluding himself.
Charging each 50 Galleons seemed reasonable, as he was solving a big problem for them.
"100 Galleons per person." Hoare said.
"What?" Zabini didn't react for a moment.
Malfoy rolled his eyes, "He's asking for money."
Hoare snapped his fingers, "I can cure Professor Quirrell's problem."
"100 Galleons is too expensive, and why do we all have to pay?" Pansy was displeased, "It was Blaise who asked you, so ask him for money."
"If only Zabini is willing to pay, then I might as well give him a bottle of isolating potion so he won't smell the odor." Hoare explained, crossing his arms.
"Ah, if we pay, the whole school benefits. Slytherin wouldn't do such a stupid thing." Malfoy also crossed his arms.
"That's for you to consider." Hoare said mercilessly, "Let me know before class tomorrow."
"Give us a discount, we're classmates after all." Zabini tried to play the emotional card, "Besides, what if you fail?"
The group saw Hoare ponder for a moment, "Alright, considering how well we know each other, I'll give you a friendship price, 80 Galleons."
Malfoy poked Zabini from behind, signaling him to continue bargaining.
"60 Galleons!" Zabini said.
Hoare scratched his head, looking helpless, "Alright, alright, since you trust me so much."
Malfoy added, "We'll pay after you succeed."
Hoare nodded, waved goodbye to them, and thought the deal was settled. Now he needed to buy some "exorcism tools."
Speaking of the king of second-hand dealers at Hogwarts, he couldn't help but think of his two good brothers.
With their knowledge of Hogwarts' secret passages, they often took on various commissions, helping people buy and sell.