The Room of Requirement, inside the Alchemy Workshop.
The lights in the room were still off, and the faint candlelight only illuminated a small area around the table.
The three men, though not particularly robust, cast unusually large shadows on the wall, much like their appetites and ambitions.
"We've really struck it rich!"
George and Fred pulled out Galleon one by one, carefully piling them on the table, the coins clinking and rattling.
It's all the sound of dreams coming true.
"All the quills I took are sold out. Here are 20 Galleon."
Golden Galleon were piled on the table, their light flickering in the candlelight.
"What are the students saying?" Silan asked.
"I'm impressed, I'm really impressed, Silan," George exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Everyone's going crazy for it, and even the classmates who had complaints about us before are now saying good things about us."
"How did you even come up with these ideas?" Fred picked up a Galleon, flicked it with his thumb, and followed the Galleon with his eyes until it landed steadily in his hand.
The firelight cast long shadows on Silan's face, making his features somewhat blurred.
"I've simply read more books; the credit for this mainly belongs to you all," Silan said with a modest smile. "After all, you're the ones who made the quill pen."
Fred placed the Galleon on top and smoothed it out with his hand. "But without you, we definitely wouldn't have come up with this idea, and we wouldn't have made so much money."
"Alright, alright."
George laughed cheerfully, squeezed between them, and put his arms around both of their shoulders. "You've all done a great job. We're all family, so don't be so polite. It's kind of cheesy."
"By the way, how's the situation with Slytherin?" George asked.
Upon hearing this question, Fred also pricked up his ears and looked at Silan.
Slytherin has always been their most profitable place.
Silan didn't say anything, but simply placed a money pouch on the table and gave them a mysterious smile.
"Count them."
George and Fred exchanged a glance, and as if on cue, one opened the money bag and the other began counting the money.
"Ten, twenty... there are still so many?"
Halfway through the count, George looked at Silan in surprise.
"Keep counting, George," Fred urged impatiently, shaking the jingling money bag in his hand.
"Thirty, forty..." George's voice trembled, and even the shadow on the wall swayed.
"Fifty!"
"Fifty Galleon!"
Fred put down his money bag and stared in disbelief at the mountain of Galleon piled on the table.
He moved his lips, about to speak, when the candle in front of him suddenly made a soft "pop" sound, scattering a spark and interrupting him.
George, who was standing nearby, swallowed hard and asked the question Fred wanted to ask.
"How many quill pens did you sell?"
Silan held up a finger and waved it in front of them. "There was only one, Malfoy bought it."
"A quill pen sold for 50 Galleon?!"
Upon hearing the answer, George and Fred slumped into their chairs in unison.
The cost of a single Augurey quill pen is only 7 Galleon, yet it's being resold for 50 Galleon?
This is outrageous profiteering!
"The Malfoy family are really rich," Fred said weakly. "We couldn't even beat them in the lottery."
Silan gathered the Galleon on the table, grabbed a handful, and stacked them one by one, making the pile higher and higher. "Even the Malfoy family's wealth was accumulated one Galleon at a time like this."
"As long as we keep working hard to make money, we'll be richer than them someday."
At this point, the Galleon that Silan had piled up were just taller than the candles on the table.
"That's right!"
George and Fred jumped up from their chairs at the same time, resuming their usual behavior.
"Let's go ask Harry for help."
"Yes, forget about him, let him help us spread the word."
After George and Fred returned to normal, their little brains started working like crazy, and they came up with the idea of having Harry sell the goods.
Since Harry helped promote the map last time, sales have improved significantly, and they've finally reaped the benefits.
Silan had no objection to this.
Harry, this unofficial spokesperson, is a perfect example to be used.
After they left, Silan gathered up the Galleon on the table, packed it away, and walked out of the Alchemy Workshop.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Hermione standing in the doorway.
Although they appeared to be taking a walk, Hermione kept glancing in their direction, clearly waiting for someone.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Silan asked curiously.
"Ahem..." Hermione coughed lightly, walked up to him, and took out the Augurey pen that Silan had given her earlier.
"Boss, someone at our school is selling a really good quill pen... I want one too..."
She was a little afraid to look at Silan, and her eyes kept darting around as she spoke, eventually drifting off somewhere else entirely.
Because the hair tie held Hermione's hair back, her face was fully exposed, revealing a slight blush of shyness.
"Oh~" Silan feigned sudden realization and said, "You mean you want me to help you modify this quill pen to be like theirs?"
"Yes, yes." Hermione nodded happily.
"No problem."
Silan took the quill from Hermione, turned around and went back to the Alchemy Workshop, activating her Wizard's Eye.
The quill pen gradually became transparent in Silan's eyes, and the lines on it became clearly defined.
Hermione, afraid of disturbing him, only dared to lean against the door frame and peek at him.
Although she had never failed in making quill pens before, Silan felt inexplicably nervous when facing this one.
If this fails, it will be incredibly embarrassing.
Silan secretly pinched her thigh to rouse herself, becoming much more cautious when casting spells with her wand.
After casting each spell, Silan would stop and carefully examine his quill.
He only continued casting the next spell after confirming that there were no problems.
With his careful maneuvering and the help of the Wizard's Eye, the spellcasting and Ancient Runes of the magic runes went very smoothly.
Moreover, because of his meticulousness and focus, the engraved Ancient Runes on this quill pen is delicate, beautiful, smooth, and natural, making it arguably his best work to date.
Silan blew the shavings off the quill, stood up, walked over to Hermione, and handed her the quill.
"Thank you, boss."
Hermione thanked him and went to get the quill, but found nothing.
"Wait a minute." Silan suddenly stopped, smiling as she said, "My fees are very high."
"Ah?"
Hermione took out her purse and held it in her hands, asking softly, "Is this... is this enough?"
Silan pushed the purse back into Hermione's arms and smiled as she placed the quill in Hermione's palm.
"I won't take any money, just a sandwich made by Miss Granger herself."
Hermione's eyes sparkled as she blinked at Silan, a sweet smile spreading across her face.
"You can have as much as you want."
While Silan and the others were preparing for their final exams and selling Spell-Checking Quill, Dumbledore quietly left Hogwarts.
He went to visit his old friend Nicolas Flamel.