On Saturday, Roy sought out Bill, the Gryffindor Head Boy who was about to head to Hogsmeade, and stuffed all the Potions he had brewed over the past month into Bill's hands.
"For Fred and George's sake, could you help me sell these Potions on the black market? I don't care how much you sell them for. I only want 50 Galleons."
Bill had not expected Roy to make such a request. He accepted the bag Roy had handed him and carefully examined the various Potions inside.
"These are...?"
Roy calmly introduced the Potions in the bag as Bill inspected them.
"There are six bottles each of Veritaserum and Amortentia. Those alone are worth more than 50 Galleons. There are also three bottles of Calming Draught. I know a bottle of Calming Draught is being sold for an astronomical price on the black market these days. If I only take 50 Galleons, you'll make a substantial profit."
Bill was exceptionally good at Potions. After a quick glance, he knew Roy was telling the truth. The Potions in the paper bag all appeared to be of flawless quality. They would fetch an even higher price on the market, and Roy was practically handing most of the profit over to Bill by asking for only 50 Galleons.
Bill put away the paper bag. He did not say much, merely asking Roy with some curiosity.
"Did you brew all these yourself?"
Roy did not deny it. He merely nodded calmly.
Bill smiled, inwardly marveling at how capable young wizards were these days. There were not many students in the entire seventh-year advanced Potions class who could brew Potions of such quality. No wonder everyone said Roy was the next Dumbledore. He wondered whether Dumbledore had been as impressive as Roy when he was