HBWnovel Chapter 8 – Potion Making
Chapter 8 – Potion Making
[Host: Hoare Weasley]
[Bloodline: Wizard Bloodline (Ordinary)]
[Magic: LV1 (50/100)]
[Build: 8/10]
[Wit: 0/10]
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[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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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.
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