"There's really this much!" Looking at the long string of digits in the amount field on the Gringotts cheque in his hand, Harry could not hide his surprise.
This was the payment the twins had brought back after delivering all the joke products they had made over the Easter holidays to Zonkos Joke Shop.
The amount was considerably higher than they had originally expected-if not thirty percent more, then certainly twenty.
"Haha, Zonko said our products are selling faster than they can stock them, and the quality is very consistent, so they gave us a slightly higher price than before," one of the twins said happily.
"If my batch of potions sells too, won't we make a fortune?" Harry grew excited as well.
Besides the joke products, he had also helped produce quite a few of the low-level potions they had originally planned over the holidays. They simply had not found a suitable sales channel yet.
The twins said they would think of something, but unlike their established channel through Zonko, this was an area where they lacked some confidence.
Still, even without counting the potions, they had already begun turning a profit.
"So how much profit did we actually make?" Harry asked happily, but halfway through, he chuckled. "Never mind, I'd better work it out myself."
Fred and George both looked embarrassed.
The twins had very good marks in Transfiguration, Potions, and Charms. At least when it came to practical work, they were among the best in their year. But when it came to arithmetic...
To be fair, the Wizarding World did have some level of mathematical ability. There was even a subject called Arithmancy, after all.
But compared with Muggle children their age, they were rather lacking.
Neither of the twins had taken Arithmancy, so their arithmetic skills