George and Fred had anticipated this situation.
They were students themselves, so they knew exactly how appealing this quill pen was.
"Speak up, Weasley!"
"How much does it cost?!"
The young wizards couldn't wait a second longer and began to shout anxiously.
George and Fred held up three fingers at the same time. "A quill pen, three Galleon."
These words, once spoken, caused ripples, much like a boulder falling into a lake.
"How many?"
"Three Galleon?"
"Damn Weasley, are you out of your mind?!"
Despite the criticism, many people are still somewhat tempted.
A quill pen can be used for a long time; three Galleon can buy one that will last a very long time.
Even if it's only for one school year, it's worth it just for helping with homework.
George and Fred exchanged a glance, feeling that the atmosphere had been set enough, and it was time to lower the price according to Silan's method.
"Ahem." George coughed lightly, his face turning a stern, almost 24K gold-like expression before he suppressed a smile. "We know this price isn't cheap, but we have no choice."
"The cost of making this quill pen is really too high, and everyone has seen the effect. Three Galleon is definitely worth it, right?"
These words silenced the young wizards.
Seeing the wavering expressions on their faces, Fred smiled, but the smile quickly vanished.
He put on an unusually distressed expression, as if he had made a difficult decision, and gritted his teeth as he said, "I know everyone has some opinions about us because of the map issue."
"But we all know that the map issue was purely due to those Slytherin guys causing trouble; George and I were victims too."
Fred shifted the blame to Slytherin, continuing his pretentious statement, "While the map matter has little to do with us, George and I deeply sympathize with your plight."
"So, anyone who has bought a map from us before, if they want one of these quill pens, not three Galleon, not two Galleon, just one Galleon is all it takes to take one of these quill pens home!"
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
I never expected that the quill pen, which cost 3 Galleon just now, would only cost 1 Galleon now.
The person who had previously bought maps from George and Fred and felt they had been ripped off instantly changed their mindset.
Buying the map from them was definitely the right decision!
Weasley is such a kind and honest man!
Just one Galleon, and you've made a killing!
A torrent of thoughts surged through the young wizards' minds, leaving them momentarily stunned.
While the other young wizards were still in a daze and lost in thought, Baron slyly gripped the quill pen that George and Fred had used as a sample.
"I want this quill pen!"
"That's a sample..."
Baron quickly pulled out a Galleon and tossed it to Fred, then carefully tucked his quill away and squeezed his way out of the crowd.
He was in a hurry to get back and use the quill pen to write his Potions paper.
Professor Snape, I'm not afraid of you this time!
Seeing Baron's actions, the young wizards suddenly realized what was happening and rushed to buy the items.
"Give me one!"
"Give it to me first, Weasley, I bought your map!"
"I've bought maps before, please save me a quill pen!"
The young wizards who were just moments before harboring resentment and making sarcastic remarks about the Weasley Twins are now scrambling to pull out their money to buy quills.
They spent their own money, and then they had to praise Weasley for being honest and kind.
The dissatisfaction that had been building up in his heart because of the map even transformed directly into admiration for George and Fred.
Seeing the stark contrast between these young wizards before and after, George and Fred couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts: Silan is truly a genius!
To restore reputation, open up sales channels, and promote positive word-of-mouth.
Three problems were solved with just one action.
George and Fred were truly convinced of Silan.
"I really need to ask Mom when I get back, is it true that Silan and Ron weren't switched at birth...?"
The two of them thought of it at the same time.
Compared to the bustling activity in the Gryffindor common room, Slytherin was rather quiet.
With final exams approaching, Slytherin students were either rushing to finish their assignments or busy studying for exams, so the common room was mostly empty.
Malfoy was no exception.
He's currently working on his homework with Goyle and Crabbe in their dorm room.
Goyle scratched his head and pleaded, "Malfoy, can I borrow your Potions homework?"
"If you had less food in your head, you might be number one in your grade by now." Malfoy glanced at him and tossed his Potions homework at him.
To be fair, although Malfoy and Harry didn't get along very well, Malfoy's grades were quite good, especially his talent in Potions.
In addition, as Pure-blood wizard, he had learned many Spells under the influence of his family, making him much stronger than the average first-year student.
After taking over Malfoy's Potions assignment, Goyle and Crabbe huddled together and began to "borrow" from his work.
Malfoy chimed in, "Don't copy my name down like you did last time."
"Don't worry, Malfoy."
Goyle and Crabbe nodded sheepishly.
Seeing the two of them like this, Malfoy shook his head helplessly.
Those two idiots.
Malfoy was about to lower his head and continue doing his homework when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Who would come at this time?
The three looked at each other, all somewhat puzzled.
"Goyle, go open the door," Malfoy said.
"Yes."
Goyle got up, walked to the door, opened it, and froze on the spot.
"What's wrong? Who is it?" Malfoy asked, frowning.
"Yes, it's Prewett ..." Goyle stammered.
Ever since Malfoy "confirmed" Silan's dragon-riding feat, Goyle has been somewhat afraid of Silan.
"Prewett? What's he doing here?"
Malfoy got up, straightened his collar, and walked to the door, where he saw Silan standing outside.
"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy," Silan said with a smile. "I hope I haven't bothered you."
"What are you doing here?" Malfoy asked, blocking the doorway.
Silan glanced into the room, saw the homework on the desk, and smiled imperceptibly.
"I've brought you something nice; I think you'll be interested. Won't you invite me in?"
Malfoy's curiosity was piqued, and he made way for him.
Please come in.