Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons

Chapter 16 – Then let's start by dominating the market of Hogwarts!

Hoare dropped Filch off at the infirmary and left, leaving the rest to Dumbledore to handle.

Afterward, he returned to the Potions classroom. Since Snape had agreed to let him take materials freely, he wasn't going to be shy about it.

The amount he used was far less than what the students wasted.

The materials in the cabinet were basic and safe; the rare ones were part of Snape's personal collection.

Hoare picked through the materials, already plotting how to get his hands on those rare ones.

He placed the materials in his bag, courtesy of Malfoy, which was actually a small storage pouch.

Hoare discovered that this little storage item could even achieve short-term vacuum storage.

Then, he carried off the cauldron from the head of the class.

He had no choice; he didn't have extra money to buy a quality cauldron.

Now, he needed to find a quiet place to earn some pocket money.

A quiet classroom where no one could find him.

"The place where everything is hidden," or as it's also known, "The Room of Requirement."

Hoare arrived on the eighth floor of the castle, opposite a tapestry depicting a giant troll clubbing Barnabas the Barmy, where there was a blank wall.

According to his memory, he walked back and forth three times in front of that wall, silently thinking, "I need a place to quietly brew potions."

Then, just as he remembered, a door appeared on the blank wall, a very ordinary door.

Hoare grasped the doorknob and opened it without hesitation.

Inside, the scene was dimly lit, with several stoves burning with flames, and the counters were neatly arranged with tools.

This was a classroom, a Potions classroom.

Hoare set up his equipment and began to make what he wanted.

There are some things in this world, whether in the wizarding world or the Muggle world, that everyone desires.

Beauty, slimming, euphoria, Viagra.

The methods for making these potions aren't particularly complex; they're publicly known.

However, the effectiveness of a potion is closely related to the maker's magical control. To achieve good results, the maker must have profound magic, like Dumbledore or Snape.

But would they make these kinds of potions?

No.

They don't lack money, nor do they want to tarnish their reputations.

Since they don't want to earn it, this fortune is for Hoare Weasley to take.

[Ability Level C: Spells (Patronus Charm, Basic Transfiguration {Self-taught}, Petrificus Totalus, Finite)]

[Available Galleons: 968 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]

He pulled out his robe to catch the Stink Pellet, and before Peeves could react, Hoare shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!"

Peeves froze mid-air, petrified, unable to move, his expression stuck in a laughing pose.

Then he fell.

"Heh, who's the scoundrel now!" Hoare said, stuffing the Stink Pellet into Peeves' mouth and snapping it shut.

As the Stink Pellet exploded, Hoare, relying on his impressive build of eight points, sprinted dozens of meters away, hearing a "Finite!" carried by the wind.

Peeves was released from the petrified state.

"Ahhh!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!!!"

"Bleh."

Hoare heard the distant cries and smirked disdainfully. Kill me? Hogwarts wouldn't tolerate you first.

It was getting late, and Hoare decided to stroll to the dining hall for something to eat.

As he passed the library, someone called out to him. Looking inside, he saw Zabini waving his arms.

"Henry, over here."

"Quiet!" Madam Pince, the librarian, heard Zabini's voice and angrily waved her feather duster at him.

Zabini quickly covered his mouth, gesturing wildly to get Hoare's attention.

Hoare, puzzled, covered his face and walked over.

Strangely, the library was filled with first-year Gryffindors and Slytherins.

Wow! All his potential "buyers" were here, quite the gathering.

Hoare, still confused, asked Malfoy what was going on.

Malfoy, looking annoyed, was about to speak, then suddenly thought of something and extended his hand, saying matter-of-factly, "Pay up."

Hoare looked at Malfoy in surprise. Oh, Malfoy, you've learned to be bad.

"Never mind, I'll ask Harry." Hoare rolled his eyes at Malfoy and turned to Harry, who was busy writing.

"We're rushing our homework," Harry mumbled without looking up.

"This is!?" Hoare pointed at the parchment in shock. "This is Potions homework!?"

Each person had a parchment in front of them that was five feet long, a full one and a half meters!