Shrinking Satchel, Friend of Women Lockhart

Diagon Alley.

"Lucien, thank you for sending me the insecticide potion. Otherwise, all the cabbages in the school would have been eaten by those nasty carnivorous slugs!"

Hagrid, carrying a large shoulder bag, chatted with Lucien beside him with a smile.

Lucien waved his hand.

"You're welcome, as long as it works."

Hagrid pulled two large oranges from his satchel and gave one to Lucien and one to Harry.

"Try it, try it! I think it tastes great. I even bought some seeds to plant in my vegetable garden. Remember to come and eat here when it bears fruit!"

Lucien held the orange, which was almost half the size of his head. He couldn't even eat this much in one meal! Could this thing even still be considered an orange?

Magic, isn't it amazing?

However, this size is just right for Hagrid. He's Half-Giant, so his size is extraordinary, and the oranges he eats naturally can't be ordinary either.

Hagrid and Lucien briefly parted ways, saying they needed to go see if there were any other plant seeds.

Lucien stuffed the large orange into his pocket. Seeing Harry still clutching the orange and looking at him with a puzzled expression, Lucien handed him a small bag.

"You can put it inside first."

Harry took the small bag, barely the size of his palm, and tried to stuff the orange into the opening. However, the orange went in very smoothly, and the bag seemed to bulge only slightly.

"Lucien, is this something like the one in your pocket? I remember you taught me about it; is it the Undetectable Extension Charm?"

"I guess so. Shrinking Satchel, these are little gadgets I made myself."

The Shrinking Satchel resembles Undetectable Extension Charm, but it is essentially an Ancient Magic that shrinks the bag down to a tiny size. After being inscribed into a miniature magic circle, its effect is not to enlarge the space of the container, but to shrink the items stored inside. Therefore, containers made with this magic must never contain living beings.

This is something Lucien learned from his teacher, Nicolas. It has to be said that his teacher's collection of magic books is simply vast, and he can always learn unexpected and wonderful magic from them.

As for why not just use the more skillful Undetectable Extension Charm...

Because the magically created container is regulated by the Ministry of Magic, it's fine for individuals to use it privately, but if it's sold publicly, the Ministry of Magic will definitely come knocking and invite you to headquarters for a chat.

Moreover, the market for Undetectable Extension Charm containers is almost entirely monopolized, and they're all ridiculously expensive.

Therefore, Lucien adopted an Ancient Magic technique that only he and Nicolas possessed, which was difficult for his peers to decipher and easier to create.

Hearing Lucien's reply, Harry curiously examined the small cloth bag in his hand.

It feels silky smooth to the touch, and is predominantly black with simple patterns embroidered in silver thread, giving it an exquisite look.

Harry quickly noticed a pattern embroidered on one of the corners of the bag:

It was an open book, and the opening and closing of the pages resembled a soaring eagle spreading its wings.

Smaller but still clearly visible capital letters are embroidered on the book cover:

LG

Harry thought for a moment, realizing that it seemed to be an abbreviation for Lucien Grafton.

He pointed to the pattern and asked:

"Lucien, what is this?"

"Logo, or trademark."

Lucien's answer surprised Harry: a trademark?

"This is the product you made?"

"Um."

Harry's mind immediately started racing. He had seen Lucien stuff all sorts of things into his pockets last year and envied such a convenient ability to easily carry items like textbooks, cauldrons, Quidditch gear, and so on.

After learning that this was an application of the Undetectable Extension Charm, Harry was determined to learn the spell, but after a little exposure, he felt a headache coming on; it was too complicated.

At the same time, Harry admired Lucien even more for being able to cast this spell long ago, and was determined to learn from him so that one day he could also use the Undetectable Extension Charm to make a small pocket or backpack.

But now that there's something readily available, Harry is quite tempted; he'll just have to use it for now.

Furthermore, Lucien himself stated that it's a product, and it even has its own trademark, so it's definitely going to be sold.

"Ahem, Lucien, how much did you price this bag?"

Seeing Harry's clearly excited expression, Lucien's lips curled into a slight smile. He'd just got the famous ambassador he wanted.

The Chosen One who defeated Voldemort, who doesn't know him?

It's always good to have more people helping you promote your products.

"The one you're holding is the practical version. It's about the size of a wardrobe, and it costs 20 Galleon. The effect lasts for six months."

"If you're interested, I'll give you a cost price, but you'll have to help me promote it when you get back to school, especially in Gryffindor."

Hearing Lucien's words, Harry nodded without hesitation. He wasn't short of money anyway, and he could help Lucien.

"Of course, I also have other versions here, different sizes, different durations of effect, and correspondingly different prices."

After Lucien finished speaking, he handed Harry a list that included descriptions of the trial version, practical version, advanced version, and VIP version, which made Harry's eyes widen.

The cheapest one costs only five Sickle, which is enough for most young wizards for a week or two of pocket money. However, it is only about the size of a schoolbag, probably just enough to hold books, and it will only last for two months.

However, Harry thought about it and decided that trading a week or two for two months of comfort was acceptable.

Moreover, after the bag was filled with oranges, the weight only increased slightly, which helped to lighten the load for people.

Harry glanced at the most expensive VIP edition; its size, duration, and price were naturally top-of-the-line. But what truly caught his attention was a sentence highlighted in red and enlarged:

The VIP version offers a customization service, allowing customers to have their names, family crests, or preferred designs tattooed on the surface of their bags.

"Lucien, why did you emphasize that sentence specifically? It feels..."

What Harry didn't say was that he always felt the VIP version's size and duration didn't quite justify the price compared to other versions, as if it was only so expensive because of that highlighted sentence?

Lucien's smile held a hint of amusement.

Some people will like this service.

For example, certain groups of wizards who value honor and face above all else.

Harry nodded, looking slightly bewildered, not really understanding what Lucien meant.

But that didn't stop him from taking out his money, counting out enough gold coins from his purse, and handing them to Lucien.

(here, here)

Flourish and Blotts.

"Ladies, please don't push, please don't push, watch out for the books!"

A wizard shouted wearily, trying to calm the middle-aged women down, but Lockhart's popularity had driven them mad.

The wizard was also quite frustrated, completely baffled by what magic this Lockhart guy possessed. He was practically a ladies' man, except for being handsome, having a charming smile, and being quite experienced...

There doesn't seem to be anything particularly commendable about it.

Inside the shop, a handsome man was dressed in a blue robe that matched the color of forget-me-nots. His blue eyes shone with a friendly light, and his wavy blond hair was covered by a pointed wizard's hat, adding a touch of playfulness to his mature elegance.

As soon as she appeared, the witches who had been waiting in line cheered:

Gilderoy Lockhart!

Lockhart!

I bought your entire set of books!

"..."

Lockhart waved to the fans, flashing his signature smile that revealed eight perfectly white, gleaming teeth.

This immediately sparked another wave of cheers from the witch's fans.

Standing in the crowd, Lucien sized up the man. Hmm, not bad looking. Probably the type that middle-aged women like.

For some reason, Lucien was reminded of a certain scholar from his past life on the internet.

The Magic Circuit is really weak, almost as bad as some underage wizards.

He's just as clueless as in the original story, but the magical detail in his circuits is decent, which is probably one of the reasons he's good at the Obliviate.

Lockhart only has the Obliviate as his main weapon.

Unlike last year's Quirrell, next year's Lupin, and the subsequent Barty Crouch Jr.. posing as Moody, these individuals possess genuine skills and offer valuable lessons.

But Lockhart's skills are not good enough to learn.

It would be a waste for Lockhart to hold the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for a whole year.

If only this great writer and charlatan could be forced to resign early...

As Lucien pondered whether the curse Voldemort had placed on this position was "powerful" enough, and whether he should give it a push, a loud, boisterous voice interrupted him.

"Get out of the way, all of you, get out of the way!"

"This was taken for the Daily Prophet!"

A short man shouted irritably, holding a huge black camera, jumping around in front of Lockhart, trying to capture a handsome photo of the winner of the Most Charming Smile Award from different angles.

The short man paid no attention to the crowd behind him, leaping and bounding as he was about to crash into Penelope next to Lucien.

Penelope was also looking at Lockhart, who was posing, and didn't notice the person who bumped into her.

Lucien, who was standing nearby, noticed what was happening but did not react.

Just as the short man approached Aunt Penelope by half a meter without slowing down, a faint red light flashed on one of Penelope's rings.

Immediately afterwards, the short man inexplicably slipped and fell straight forward, landing face-first and seeing stars.

Lucien didn't even glance at the NPC, preoccupied with the effects of the alchemical ring he'd given his aunt.

The magic takes effect at a reasonable speed, and the counterattack strength is adjusted according to the situation, neither too weak nor too exaggerated.

Yes, combined with other alchemical trinkets, the safety guarantee should be fine.

Furthermore, a warning message spell has been set up, so that we can receive a notification immediately in case of any unexpected event.

Over the next year, whether selling alchemical tools and potions or publishing magical papers, Lucien knew he would rise to fame in the Wizarding World.

If there are malicious rivals or vengeful dark wizards, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble for Lucien at Hogwarts, but they might target his family as threats.

Perhaps the current era is relatively peaceful, and there are fewer villains who dare to challenge the authority of the Ministry of Magic, but Lucien doesn't like to gamble on such odds.

So he made several sets of alchemical jewelry for his aunt, the magical effects of which were sufficient to deal with the situation.

If a real danger triggers the warning, Liuguang can simply use Apparition to bring him back. The person who tries to attack would better pray they've already been dealt with by the magic on the accessory, otherwise...

As the short man fell flat on his face, his large camera flew out of his hand, landing right in front of Lockhart, completely destroyed. This caused Lockhart's smile to freeze for a second, a hint of embarrassment and displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Lockhart glanced at the Daily Prophet reporter sprawled on the ground, his lowered eyes revealing disdain, but he quickly put on his signature smile again.

The instant he looked up, Lockhart felt a gaze—a pair of dark green eyes.

Lockhart immediately spotted the person in the crowd—a handsome young man with dark blond hair.

The young man and the beautiful woman beside him were both looking at him, but there was no admiration or envy in their eyes; their eyes held only simple scrutiny and appraisal.

This made Lockhart somewhat uncomfortable, and he instinctively twisted his neck and averted his gaze.

Wait, those glasses, that messy black hair, that face...

Lockhart spotted someone with his sharp eyes— the Boy Who Lived!

"Harry Potter! Isn't that Harry Potter?"

Lockhart shouted excitedly, even jumping up and down.

This is a superstar in the Wizarding World, possessing fame and prestige that are unmatched by ordinary people since birth.

Lockhart worked so hard, stole so many people's experiences, and wrote so many books to barely achieve his current success.

But compared to Harry Potter, his current popularity is like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Lockhart strode to the front of the crowd, but intentionally or unintentionally avoided the handsome young man. He disliked the man's gaze and this unknown little wizard.

Lockhart knew very well that good looks alone could put food on the table, but one couldn't sustain that for long. One needed a wealth of experience and enduring popularity to ensure a lifetime of financial security.

Lockhart grabbed Harry's arm, feeling his fame and popularity surge even higher.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had held a book signing event today, as he had actually met the legendary the Chosen One. He couldn't miss this opportunity to ride the wave of popularity!

Harry was extremely embarrassed when Lockhart caught him in public; he felt his face burning.

Harry glanced at Lucien and saw him give him an encouraging look.

Remembering Lucien's earlier advice that Lockhart might try to capitalize on his status as the Chosen One, Harry was amazed by Lucien's accurate predictions, but also felt nervous about what he was about to do.

As Lockhart led Harry to the front of the stage, the reporter who had been lying on the ground suddenly woke up and found that his camera was also perfectly intact in front of him.

"Sir reporter, could you please take a note of this?"

Hearing Lockhart's whisper, the reporter disregarded his doubts and quickly got back to his work.

Lucien, standing in the crowd, quietly tucked his wand away from his sleeve; he couldn't waste this rare opportunity for publicity.