Hair Care "Potion" Luna

It was another ordinary day, and Scott pushed open the dormitory door after finishing his classes.

"Good evening, Scott."

Eddie was the only one in the room, and he was currently strapping on a massive backpack.

"Milton went to the Classical Music Club, and Roger is out on a date with a girl again," Eddie said to Scott.

"And you are off to swindle people again," Scott said.

Eddie gave him a fawning smile. "Don't expose me, Scott. I'm just trying to earn a little bit of hard-earned money."

Scott shook his head. "I certainly won't go out of my way to expose you. But I would like to remind you that I'm not the only one who can tell that the Baruffio's Brain Elixir you sold last year was actually Flobberworm mucus."

"Oh! Of course, many people have the ability to distinguish between real and fake potions," Eddie said with great enthusiasm. "But business is all about strategy and choosing the right target. I choose customers who are empty-headed little wizards desperate enough to grasp at straws to pass their exams."

He took the backpack off his shoulders, placed it on the bed, and opened it, continuing to talk without pause. "Besides, your intelligence is outdated. Baruffio's Brain Elixir was just an exam-season limited edition. What I've brought this time is something brand new!"

He took a small glass bottle from his backpack, shook it in his hand, and said with a proud tone, "Specialized Hair Care Potion, say goodbye to dry and frizzy hair!"

Scott reached out, took the "potion," opened it, and sniffed it before saying irritably, "I can confirm this is just a Muggle brand of ginger conditioner, because my mother uses it."

"How about that? I spent a lot of money on this, and it's not in the same league as Flobberworm mucus. At least it's actually useful." Eddie looked quite smug.

"I think many Muggle-born wizards know about this." Scott handed the bottle back. "If you get beaten up after being found out, I won't be the one to save you, Eddie."

Eddie put the bottle back into his backpack, looking unconcerned. "It doesn't matter. I said business is about choosing your targets. This time, I'm going to sell this 'Hair Care Potion' to little witches who know nothing about the Muggle world or who wouldn't normally pay any attention to cosmetics."

"Suit yourself."

Scott shook his head, walked to the bookshelf by his bed, and took down Intermediate Transfiguration Guide.

"You know, ever since the dazzling Professor Lockhart arrived at Hogwarts, some of the little witches who are obsessed with him have awakened their sense of beauty, and they are particularly keen on hair care."

Eddie's mouth wouldn't stop easily.

"Especially some of the little witches in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. But they can't afford the Occamy egg yolk shampoo that Professor Lockhart promotes, even though he has boasted many times that his shampoo can 'lock in the shine'."

He strapped on his backpack again and patted his chest.

"That's when you need me, the underground merchant of Ravenclaw, Eddie Carmichael, to save their hair and their vanity."

"Alright Eddie, please shut up. I think I have to go to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club." Scott didn't want to listen to Eddie's business theories here.

"Oh, alright. Do you need me to give you a few bottles?" Eddie looked up at Scott's dark, shiny little curls. "They could at least make your hair smell fragrant."

"No need, thank you."

Scott refused flatly. He grabbed his books and wand and walked out of the dormitory, glaring at him warily as he did so.

"Don't you dare use my name for your advertisements! I don't want to suddenly end up with some strange reputation."

"Fine, fine." Eddie looked at him with regret and followed his footsteps. "Wait for me, I'm heading out too."

After leaving the dormitory, Eddie still didn't stop talking.

"But it doesn't matter, Milton has already accepted my gift. And his smooth, long hair is much more persuasive than your natural curls."

"I bet Milton has no idea what you're trying to do; he just happily accepted a gift from a friend!" Scott couldn't help but look at him with disdain again.

Eddie laughed shamelessly. "What does it matter? It's just mutual benefit."

Scott couldn't be bothered to say more to him, only reminding him, "You'd better not sell these things in Ravenclaw, or I won't be optimistic about your future situation in the house."

"Of course, I'm not that stupid!" Eddie promised solemnly.

Yet, as the two passed through the common room, he immediately ran up to a little witch sitting alone by the window.

"Good evening, Luna!"

Eddie greeted her enthusiastically.

"Good evening, Eddie."

The little witch had dark, golden-brown hair, and her voice sounded airy and distant. She didn't look at Eddie when she spoke, but instead wore a pair of strange glasses and stared motionlessly out the window.

Luna Lovegood, also a first-year student at Ravenclaw this year.

She was a rather unsociable little witch, and even Scott had occasionally heard others call her "Loony."

But Scott noticed her, and it wasn't just because she was a named character in the "original work."

According to Eddie's latest intelligence, Luna was the only lower-year non-Muggle-born girl in Ravenclaw who hadn't fallen in with Jasmine Travers.

Of course, this only exacerbated her isolation among those girls.

"Oh Luna, perhaps saying this will make you a bit unhappy," Eddie said pretentiously. "But I must objectively say that your hair is indeed a little frizzy."

Hearing this, Luna turned her head and reached up to take off her glasses.

"Really?"

She reached out to smooth her hair, revealing her radish-shaped earrings.

"I think it's fine."

Her eyes were slightly protruding, and her eyebrows were very pale, giving her an expression of constant surprise.

"But I think you could be even better!"

Seeing Eddie preparing to pitch his products to Luna, Scott walked over with a chuckle and reached out to grab the strap of Eddie's backpack.

"Eddie."

He gave Eddie a warning look before saying to Luna, "Don't listen to him, Miss Lovegood."

"I know you, you're Scott Trollope. I really liked the painting you gave Professor Flitwick." Luna looked at Scott with a dreamy gaze. "Can I call you Scott?"

"Of course you can." Scott smiled. "By the way, this guy likes to sell harmless but useless little trinkets. You'd best not believe anything he tries to sell you."

"Hey! Scott!!"

Eddie looked at Scott in disbelief, his eyes filled with accusation.

[Didn't we agree you wouldn't expose me?]

[Didn't we agree you wouldn't sell things in Ravenclaw?]

Scott shot him a meaningful look in return.

"Hehehehe..."

Just then, Luna suddenly started laughing in a somewhat exaggerated manner.

"You two are really interesting," she said. "You can call me Luna, too, Scott."

"Alright, Luna. But we have to get going now. Goodbye."

Scott shook the book in his hand.

"Goodbye."

Luna waved, turned around, and put on that strange pair of glasses to look out the window again.

"Let's go."

Scott dragged a resentful-looking Eddie out of the common room.