[Host: Hoare Weasley]

[Bloodline: Wizard Bloodline (Ordinary)]

[Magic: LV1 (50/100)]

[Build: 8/10]

[Wit: 0/10]

[Talent Overview:]

[SS-Level Ability: None]

[S-Level Ability: Mind Palace (Upgradeable)]

[A-Level Ability: Metamorphmagus (Upgradeable)]

[B-Level Ability: None]

[C-Level Ability: Spells (Patronus Charm)]

[Available Galleons: 1323 Galleons, 9 Sickles, 18 Knuts]

"Activate potion-making talent. Upgrade 50 magic points," Hoare instructed the system while hiding under the covers.

He kept some Galleons aside, planning to upgrade his potion-making talent level later.

Potions are one of the most important courses in alchemy.

Hoare was quite fascinated by Nicolas Flamel, who lived to be six hundred years old. Who wouldn't be interested in immortality?

As for the Philosopher's Stone that was destined to be destroyed, Hoare thought it should be put to good use and sacrificed for experiments.

[Ding]

[Congratulations, Host. Magic has been upgraded to Level 2.]

[Congratulations, Host. Wit has been upgraded.]

[Congratulations, Host. Bloodline has been upgraded.]

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[Host: Hoare Weasley]

[Bloodline: Wizard Bloodline (Slightly Gifted)]

[Magic: LV2 (0/200)]

[Wit: 1/10]

[C-Level Ability: Spells (Patronus Charm), Potion-making]

[Available Galleons: 723 Galleons, 9 Sickles, 18 Knuts]

Hoare looked at his available Galleons. He was still 300 Galleons short of upgrading his talent level, so he needed to work hard to earn more.

He checked his other attributes.

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Sure enough, his wit had upgraded.

Hoare had previously tried to upgrade his wit using Galleons, but the system didn't respond.

He suspected that wit was related to magic.

As long as there was enough magic, wit would increase.

And when it comes to learning, no matter what it is, talent and wit are definitely closely related.

Now that he tried it, his wit indeed increased by one point.

And with just that one point, he could already feel a new understanding of magic.

Tomorrow's first class is Transfiguration. He would try it out then.

As for what to do now?

Of course, sleep.

Get up at seven in the morning!

***

At 7:50 the next day.

Hoare struggled to get out of his comfortable bed. His roommate, Blaise Zabini, was already doing the final touches, styling his hair.

Hoare took nine minutes to quickly wash up and took a cold shower to wake himself up.

Eight o'clock.

He stepped onto the common room carpet right on time.

The first-year students all glanced at him, then turned back to their conversations, but their eyes would occasionally sweep over Hoare.

In Slytherin, there were no strangers. They had all seen each other a few times since childhood. The only stranger was Henry William, who had just entered the common room.

Hoare looked at the meticulously styled first-year students in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. Oh my... these nobles are really competitive!

Led by the second-year seniors, Hoare and the other first-years walked the path to the classroom and then returned to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Breakfast was very English.

Hoare picked up an egg and ham sandwich, eating it without much taste.

The kitchen seemed to be next to the Hufflepuff common room. He planned to check it out in a few days to see if the house-elves could make some porridge, soy milk, and fried dough sticks for breakfast.

He had been thinking about it for ten years.

"Henry.

Henry.

Henry."

"Potter is calling you," Malfoy, sitting next to Hoare, reminded him impatiently.

Since it wasn't his name, Hoare wasn't used to it and didn't react immediately.

He turned to look at the Gryffindor table, where Harry was enthusiastically waving at him.

Seeing Hoare respond, Harry, with a sandwich in his mouth, ran over to the Slytherin table. Although Ron had already told him about the long-standing feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin last night, Harry, who dared to call You-Know-Who by name, didn't think it mattered.

"Henry, here." Harry hurried over and took out a palm-sized coin pouch from under his robe.

Hoare took it with curiosity and shook it, hearing the clinking of coins inside. "Didn't you say you had no money?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore lent it to me," Harry scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed about owing someone money on the first day of school.

Then, he cautiously asked, "Do I need to pay interest?"

"No need, this coin pouch can be the interest."

"Of course," Harry agreed happily.

"You know this is a storage item, right?" Hoare thought for two seconds and decided not to take advantage of him. After all, he was his first big client.

"It's fine, it's fine. These things are insignificant compared to the help you've given me, Hoare," Harry said gratefully.

Hoare accepted it without a hint of embarrassment and tucked the coin pouch into his robe.

Unexpectedly, there was an extra bonus. The coin pouches from Malfoy and Harry were both storage items with an Undetectable Extension Charm. They looked small but had a very large space inside.

Dumbledore was really generous.

"Henry William, it's time for class," Zabini reminded, as the Slytherin group was preparing to leave the dining hall.

Hoare nodded and followed the group out.

Zabini and the others were dying of curiosity about why The Chosen One was so polite to this Henry William.

Seeing Hoare catching up, Zabini ignored Malfoy's attempts to stop him and ran to Hoare's side to ask him. The result was just as Malfoy had predicted.

Hoare spread his hands, "You know, you have to pay for information."

Zabini was stunned. He had never seen anyone operate like this.

Malfoy shook his head, reached into Zabini's robe pocket, took out a coin pouch, and handed five Gold-Galleons to Hoare.

Zabini was dumbfounded, "Draco, why don't you pay yourself?"

Malfoy's eyes flickered, and he changed the subject, "What did Potter just give you?"

The Slytherins looked ahead, marching in line towards the classroom, but their ears were all perked up, eavesdropping on Hoare's conversation behind them.

"This," Hoare took out a coin pouch and shook it.

"You swindled his money too!" Malfoy exclaimed.

"Why do you say it like that? It's just a voluntary transaction," Hoare said disdainfully, looking at Malfoy. This guy really didn't know how to talk.

"Who cares! Well done!"

Malfoy was delighted to know he wasn't the only victim, and the other was the famous Harry Potter, who had rejected him at the school gate!

On the day of the opening ceremony, before Professor McGonagall led them into the Great Hall, Malfoy had kindly (in his opinion) extended his hand to make friends with Harry Potter.

Who would have thought that the ungrateful Chosen One would rather play with that red-haired Weasley!

Malfoy laughed heartily, almost collapsing on the floor with joy.

Zabini quickly pulled him up, "Is this how you lost your pocket money?"

Zabini's words were shocking. Malfoy quickly straightened up, sped up, and walked forward, coughing, "Hurry up, Blaise, Henry, we're going to be left behind."

Henry? He actually called him by name? So, to gain Malfoy's favor, you just have to swindle Harry Potter? Got it.