Picking Up a Few Hogwarts Specialties Along the Way

The procedures for practical exams are largely the same.

Professor Flitwick's task was for the young wizards to make a pineapple tap dance across a desk. Professor McGonagall's task was for them to turn a mouse into a snuff bottle.

She would rate them based on the exquisiteness of the boxes.

The Potions exam requires concocting a Forgetfulness Potion.

This year, all the first-year wizards used the same new cauldron for their Potions exam, except for Harry and Ron.

Snape secretly replaced their cauldrons with the old ones. He even stood behind them and kept an eye on them during the exam.

Needless to say, Harry and Ron's Potions grades probably won't be very good.

The last exam was on the History of Magic, Professor Binns gave us a very long and tedious test.

Fortunately, this course doesn't have any difficult problems; it only requires memorization.

An hour later, Professor Binns strolled leisurely across the podium.

"The exam is over. Put down your quill and roll up your Parchment."

The students readily complied, erupting in a lighthearted cheer.

No matter your age or what kind of exam you're facing, the most satisfying moment is always when you finish the last exam and hand in your paper.

The Hogwarts bells rang, like a whirlwind that swept away the final exams weighing on the students.

Hermione and Silan stepped out of the classroom; the sun was shining brightly outside, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

"Silan, you're right, it's much simpler than I thought." Hermione tossed her hair. "They didn't even test on the Werewolf Code of Conduct and the Goblin Rebellions."

"Oh, by the way, should the answer to question fourteen be B?"

"I think so, I chose B."

"That's definitely right! What about question fifteen?"

Listening to Hermione and Silan whispering about the exam answers ahead, Harry and Ron tactfully lagged behind them.

The fact that they checked the answers right after the exam seemed a bit absurd to both of them.

You must distance yourself from this kind of person!

When Silan returned to the Room of Requirement, he found George and Fred already waiting for him.

George wiped his hands, smelled them, and then let out a funny gag.

The two of them had just been fiddling with the tentacles of a Giant Squid by Black Lake with Lee Jordan, and their hands were all sticky from that.

Upon seeing Silan enter, Fred immediately jumped up. "You've finally arrived, Silan!"

He struggled to lift a large bag, then winked excitedly at Silan: "We're going to be rich this time!"

George Scourgify, straightened his clothes, and together with Fred, carried the money bag, skipping and hopping towards the Alchemy Workshop.

With each step they took, the Galleon rustled loudly in the bag, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of money.

They didn't turn off the lights when they were dividing the spoils.

A large amount of Galleon were spilled on the table, Winky brightly.

A bunch of Galleon (probably...)

"Guess how many Galleon are here?" George asked.

Before Silan could speak, Fred shouted out the answer, "Eight hundred Galleon!"

Hearing this number, Silan was also somewhat surprised.

This is no small sum.

Even if the three of them split the money, each of them would receive over two hundred Galleon.

George and Fred sat in chairs, their hands gripping the Galleon on the table as if swimming in gold coins, looking blissfully content.

"Galleon, all Galleon!"

Silan slowly sat down in the chair, took a Galleon, twirled it between his fingers on the back of his hand twice, and finally held it between two fingers, examining it closely. He was filled with emotion.

"I still have a lot to do during summer vacation, this amount of money is still not enough..."

"The Unicorn Hair Hagrid gave me last time can be sold..."

"Perhaps we could ask Clop for some more Tail Hair?"

While Silan how to make more money, George and Fred had already divided the Galleon on the table into three piles.

The pile in front of Silan was like a small mountain, roughly estimated to be several hundred Galleon.

"This is?"

Silan looked at the pile of money in front of her and asked.

"This is yours, five hundred Galleon. The remaining three hundred Galleon, George and I will each have one hundred and fifty," Fred replied with a smile, adjusting the pile of money in front of him.

Five hundred Galleon, more than 60% complete.

"Isn't this too much for me?" Silan asked, frowning. "The quill pen was originally invented by you."

"That's not how it works." George and Fred both became serious. "After all, you came up with this idea, and the money mainly came from selling quills to Slytherin."

"So we all think you should take more."

Silan nodded and did not refuse again, but took out another 100 Galleon from his pile of money and pushed them to them.

"Take this money to buy materials. After the summer vacation, we will continue to expand the production scale of quill pens."

"That might not have to wait until summer vacation is over," George said with a smile and a wink at Fred.

Fred took a letter from his robe and handed it to Silan: "Our dear mother wrote to say that she'd like you to stay with us during the summer holidays."

"We don't have to wait until the end of summer vacation to continue making quill pens, and we can make a good fortune after school starts."

Silan took the envelope and looked at it; it was still Molly's handwriting.

After their last meeting, Molly's tone became much warmer, and her words conveyed a warm invitation for Silan to spend the summer at the Burrow.

"Well, Silan, why don't you come back with us? Your room is already ready, isn't it?"

"We can go to the garden together to get rid of the Gnome, but we need to be careful not to confuse them with Ron... Of course, it's okay if we do confuse them."

George and Fred chatted back and forth, eagerly hoping that Silan would return with them.

Besides genuinely hoping that Silan could make quill pens with them during the summer vacation, the two of them also had their own little schemes.

They were in a rush to prepare for the exam because they were busy making quill pens, so their exam results probably won't be very good.

When faced with an angry mother, she can pull Silan over to draw the fire, or say a few good words for herself.

George and Fred had become quite adept at this ever since their last the Burrow with Silan.

With Silan around, the chances of me getting beaten up will be greatly reduced.

"Then I'll have to bother you," Silan said.

"You agreed?" George and Fred asked at the same time.

Silan nodded.

"That's wonderful!" George patted Silan on the shoulder, while Fred took out a piece of Parchment and began to write a letter.

In her letters to them, Molly repeatedly emphasized that she should reply to Sheeran regardless of whether Silan agreed or not.

Time flies after the exams are over, and summer vacation will be here soon.

Before leaving, Silan planned to go to the Forbidden Forest to buy some goods and, incidentally, "pick up" some Hogwarts specialties.

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I recently became a Level 4 writer, so I'm trying to add some pictures to make a more visually appealing impression.

However, there isn't much information available about HP, and it's hard to find, so it might not be very good.

Please forgive me.