"It suits you perfectly, Hermione," Silan complimented simply.
"Now that everyone's here," George and Fred said, "Please have a seat."
"Hermione, please sit here." Silan pulled out a chair for Hermione.
"Thanks."
Hermione glanced quickly at the calm Silan, and felt inexplicably frustrated.
He didn't seem very surprised?
Does he not like this style of dress?
Hermione sat down with a pout, looking dejected. Even seeing the table full of money didn't make her happy at all.
After everyone sat down, Silan said slowly, "Summer vacation is coming soon, so we need to divide the money before we leave."
For Silan, money is a means, not an end.
Although he likes money, he is not a miser.
In his view, spending money is an art, even more so than making money.
If you only draw promises but don't deliver, and everyone starves, who will work for you?
To achieve great things, you must learn to seize opportunities cleverly and forcefully, make the Cake bigger, and then divide Cake up for yourself.
In the orphanage, they distributed bread; at Hogwarts, they distributed Galleon; and later, they would establish rules and divide the world.
This is Silan's reasoning.
"Looks like everyone's luggage is going to get heavier. I hope it won't be too tiring," Silan added humorously.
This made everyone except Hermione laugh, their eyes shining as they looked at the money on the table.
But no one dared to reach out; they were all waiting for Silan.
Ron stared at the Winky Galleon and Silver Sickle Galleons on the table, unconsciously swallowing hard, wishing he could get 10 Galleon.
You can go to Diagon Alley to buy some small toys issued by the Chudley Cannons, as well as the new Wizard's Chess.
Oh, and I can also buy some rat supplements for Scabbers.
Harry smiled, unconsciously thinking, "Should I exchange some of my magical coins for pounds?"
That way, I might have an easier time during the summer vacation.
For example, you could buy some dry bread and hide it away to eat when you're hungry at night.
Neville sat in the chair, looking somewhat uneasy.
He started getting nervous as soon as he received the invitation.
Silan opened the box in the middle of the table, which was filled with Galleon that Dumbledore had extorted from the Board of Governors.
"Splash!"
The Galleon collided, producing an incredibly crisp and resonant sound.
Silan used his wand to take 50 Galleon from the box and presented them to Harry.
"So many? For me?" Harry looked surprised. "I only helped with a little bit."
Ron, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed.
50 Galleon!
The Weasley family's vault only holds a fraction of that amount.
Fifty Galleon clattered down in front of Harry, Silan smiled and said, "This is the agreed price."
"Whether you want it or not is your business; whether I give it to you or not is my business."
Harry hesitated for a moment, then put the money away.
This made his purse bulge like a balloon that had been inflated.
"Ron, yours."
Silan then gave Ron another 50 Galleon.
"Really, cousin?" Ron was overjoyed and jumped up, knocking over the chair behind him.
That's 50 Galleon!
Even in his dreams, he only dares to make 10 Galleon!
"That's way too much," George shook his head.
Fred nodded. "You're absolutely right, just give Ron two feathers."
"That's enough for him to brag about to his Gnome brethren."
Ron held the Galleon in his arms, looking at George and Fred warily. "This is what I deserve!"
"You two neighbors, don't even think about misleading my dear brother!"
"Okay, Ron!"
"How dare you say such a thing! You're just greedy for money!"
While they were bickering, Silan took another 100 Galleon and placed them in front of Hermione.
George and Fred, who had been arguing just moments before, immediately fell silent and nodded in agreement.
"Miss Granger helped us a lot before, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to do it so quickly."
"She deserves those one hundred Galleon."
Hermione looked at the mountain of Galleon piled up in front of her and managed only a forced smile.
She was still thinking about what had just happened.
Silan's lukewarm response left her somewhat frustrated.
Just as she was thinking this, Hermione suddenly felt her hand being touched under the table.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly realized what was happening.
These are Silan's fingers.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione noticed that Silan's left hand was hidden under the table, resting on the back of her right hand.
He even extended a finger and gently tapped it on the back of his hand.
Hermione's heart pounded when she saw the faint smile on Silan's lips.
There are still people here!
She glanced at the others in a flustered manner, but thankfully no one noticed.
Even so, Hermione still felt her cheeks burning and the back of her hands itchy.
Doing this under the noses of so many people is incredibly shameful, yet there's an indescribable thrill to it.
This made Hermione, as if possessed, not retract her hand and just stand there, frozen in place.
Hermione leaned stiffly back in her chair, her eyes pretending to look away, but her peripheral vision was constantly watching the others.
I was really afraid of being discovered by them.
After distributing the money to everyone else, the remaining 1,300 Galleon in the box were divided into two parts, one in a 4:6 ratio, by Silan.
Silan took the lion's share, receiving 780 Galleon.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" Neville asked attentively.
He noticed that Hermione seemed a little off ever since she received the money.
"What's wrong?" Silan turned her head and asked.
As he spoke, his fingers kept moving, tracing words across the back of Hermione's hand.
Neville's words had already made Hermione nervous, and Silan's subtle manipulation of her hand only made Hermione more uneasy.
Hermione gently bit her lip, glanced at Silan with a hint of reproach, and whispered, "It's nothing."
"He was probably just too happy."
Ron hugged his 50 Galleon with a smug grin, baring his teeth like a hen incubating its eggs.
"You can think about how you want to spend your money," old Ron, who hatched Galleon, sincerely advised.
Silan's fingers were still tracing lines on Hermione's hand, writing two sentences.
[I love so much.]
Your hair is beautiful.
Hermione quickly read the two sentences.
This made her quickly withdraw her hand.
Hermione's bright eyes darted around a couple of times, and only after confirming that no one else seemed amiss did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"I really like..." Hermione murmured to herself, then wondered, "What is it that I like? Is it the hair or...?"
While Hermione was still in a daze, Silan finished distributing the money.
He received 600 Galleon from the sale of the quill pens, and with the 780 Galleon he had just received, he now has a total of about 1,500 Galleon.
For a young wizard of his age, this was undoubtedly a huge sum of money.
But for Silan, it was still a tight budget.
Whether it's making Potions or crafting alchemical tools, a significant initial investment is required, not to mention he has many other things to do.
However, this money can alleviate the immediate crisis to some extent, since we can earn money from Pippin later.
He has already prepared a batch of medicines and is ready to deliver them before the summer vacation.
The Pippin took advantage of the summer vacation to travel around selling his products.
Silan counted out a dozen or so Galleon and gave them to Ron: "This is your wages."
"If you're willing to continue doing dragon dung composting, we'll continue to pay you."
Ron took the Galleon and proudly raised his head.
"Leave it to me, my dear brother!"
"It's no exaggeration to say that nobody at Hogwarts knows more about dragon dung than I do!"
Ron, the dragon dung expert, thumped his chest loudly.
Everyone else's money had been divided up, leaving only Neville.
"I've always been grateful to you, Neville."
Silan looked at Neville, "You've managed the plantation very well, thank you for your hard work."
After saying that, he gave Neville 100 Galleon.
Thanks to Neville's tireless expansion efforts, the plantation is now several times larger than it was before.
Output has also increased several times over.
One hundred Galleon is indeed a lot, but Silan is certain that Neville will bring him even more.
Neville stared wide-eyed at the 100 golden Galleon before him in disbelief, tears welling in his eyes.
Where can you find a friend as good as Silan!
Not only did they strongly support my pursuit of hobbies, they even gave me a huge share of the money.
Neville immediately decided to invest the money in studying Herbology, hoping to cultivate more advanced herbs in the next academic year.
We must not let Silan down!
I will dedicate my loyalty to this best friend!
After the division of spoils was completed, everyone left satisfied, except for Hermione, who stayed behind.
He even boldly took Silan's hand.