Upon hearing this sudden sound, the group looked up at the sky.
A middle-aged wizard wearing a hat was seen riding a Broomstick, charging towards them with a large bag hanging from the end of the broomstick.
He seemed to be in a hurry; upon seeing Silan, he immediately put down his broom and swooped down close to the ground.
Before the broom had even come to a complete stop, he jumped down from it.
The large bag hanging from the end of the broom seemed extremely heavy; the moment the middle-aged wizard jumped down, the bag weighed down the broom's tail, causing it to stick up.
"Pippin?" Silan turned to look at him.
"Looks like I've come at just the right time, Mr. Prewett." Pippin held onto the Broomstick, keeping it afloat.
He straightened his clothes as he jogged toward Silan, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Prewett, I wanted to come yesterday, but a new batch of medicinal herbs arrived, and I couldn't leave. Oh, Miss Granger, please forgive my rudeness."
Pippin looked at Hermione, took off his hat, bowed slightly, then turned to Harry and Ron, "And you, gentlemen."
The three of them looked at Pippin with some curiosity, wondering what he wanted.
Pippin soon revealed the answer himself.
He laboriously carried the large bag hanging from the Broomstick down and piled it on the ground.
"This is 8,500 Galleon, which, together with the previous 10% profit, makes exactly 10,000. Mr. Prewett, I hope this hasn't delayed your business," Pippin said, clutching his back as if he had strained his back carrying such a large bag of money.
"It won't delay you." Silan glanced at the money bag on the ground, her smile genuine.
Silan has always been extremely tolerant of those who give her money.
Harry and Ron exchanged a strange look, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.
Besides the sheer amount of money that Pippin brought, what surprised them even more was Pippin's attitude; it was as if he was afraid that Silan would change his mind, and he practically forced such a large bag of money on him.
That's really strange.
Why would anyone beg to give someone money? Especially such a large sum!
Silan reached out towards the money bag, and the heavy bag slowly flew up and was put into his Ring.
"Aren't you going to check it?"
Pippin looked at the Ring on Silan's hand with a surprised expression, thinking that having this would make transporting goods much more convenient.
Silan smiled and said, "No need. Since we're business partners, we have that much trust in each other."
Pippin's smile grew even brighter.
Harry and Ron were even stranger.
"I have a feeling that this Pippin isn't investing, but rather offering tribute..."
Hermione didn't think much of it, only that it was a good thing that Silan could earn more money.
"That way he won't go hungry anymore," Miss Granger thought gently.
"I'll send you the next batch of Potions once they're ready. But it'll take a few more days," Silan said.
"No rush, no rush." Pippin waved his hand repeatedly, mounted his Broomstick again, and flew away happily.
Watching Pippin's departing figure, Harry suddenly asked with interest, "How much of your shares did he buy? Half?"
"Can I invest too?" Ron was more concerned about this.
Silan didn't hide anything and told the truth, "Pippin invested a total of 10,000 Galleon to buy a 10% stake."
Harry and Ron were stunned by the huge difference in numbers, their minds reeling.
10,000 Galleon! And that's only 10%?!
In other words, it would take 1000 Galleon to achieve 1%.
Ron thought to himself, "Just 1% of the shares would require me to collect dragon dung for 40 years to earn..."
The two were speechless for a moment, and stopped talking about the investment. They followed Silan and Hermione toward the castle.
"Don't you think Silan is a little different?" Harry suddenly said to Ron as they walked back.
Ron shrugged indifferently. "All I know is that he's my dear brother."
Harry watched Silan's retreating figure in silence, his strange feeling growing stronger.
He suddenly realized that Silan seemed to have become quite different from him, or rather, from all the students, without him even realizing it.
While other Third Year students were still struggling with the homework assigned by their professors, Silan was already influencing the Ministry of Magic through Lucius.
Buckbeak, who was originally in grave danger, was suddenly out of danger, as if the incident that injured Malfoy had never happened. Silan's plans even prompted an adult wizard to spend a fortune to give him money.
If any one of these things were mentioned, people would probably think it was a joke, and would certainly not believe that a Third Year wizard would have done it.
But it happened right before Harry's eyes.
As Silan stepped through the castle gates, Harry saw that Silan's shadow still lingered outside the castle.
A long, elongated shadow fell without warning, merging with Silan's shadow. The tree branches stretched out wildly in all directions, like countless tentacles.
The person is on campus, but their hands are outside the campus.
Harry blinked, the shadows of the trees swayed in the wind, and Silan's shadow gradually disappeared.
"Time for class, Harry," Ron called out.
Harry shook his head, banishing the strange thoughts from his mind, and quickened his pace to catch up with Ron.
After parting ways with Hermione, Silan prepared to cross the courtyard to the Room of Requirement.
They had only gone halfway when George and Fred appeared out of nowhere and intercepted them.
"Hey, my dear brother, I've missed you so much!" George rushed up and put his arm around Silan's shoulder.
Fred approached from the other side, extending his long arm and placing it on Silan's shoulder.
The three of them, arms around each other's shoulders, swayed back and forth.
"You didn't come here just to say hello, did you?" Silan asked, somewhat helplessly.
"Of course not." George sighed, looking somewhat exasperated. "We came to ask for your help."
"Model production can't keep up. Our main model, the Hippogriff, is not easy to make," Fred added.
George pursed his lips helplessly. "The professors have been assigning a lot of homework lately. You'll have to help us prepare for the OWL exam."
They are both in fifth grade and will face the Ordinary Wizarding Levels next semester, so their academic workload has indeed increased significantly.
"No problem." As Silan agreed, she ran out from between the two of them.
This pose makes it seem like the left and right sides are "male" in a slightly awkward way.
George and Fred cheered and high-fived, then skipped and hopped after Silan: "Let's hurry back to the Room of Requirement!"
The three of them crossed the courtyard and were about to go up the stairs when an owl suddenly swooped down.
"It seems there's a letter from you, Silan," George said.
"Why are there so many people and things coming to my door today?" Silan thought helplessly to herself as she reached out and took the letter from the owl's beak.
"A letter from Malfoy?" George and Fred looked at the wax seal on the envelope, somewhat surprised.
Silan opened the letter; inside was only a blank company registration certificate.