Draco also immediately looked at Herman with an expression as if he were a pervert, and then sat down next to him, as if Herman disgusted her.
"Don't spread rumors about me! I just got back a little late and happened to run into Goyle and Crabbe!" Herman quickly explained.
Seeing Herman's anxious explanation, Harry and Draco laughed. Then Draco leaned over, took the plate of fried eggs from Herman, forked a piece, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and added, "If you're going to the library tonight, remember to call me. The homework from Transfiguration is too hard; I need to look up some information."
Hearing Draco's words, Herman's fork stopped in mid-air as he remembered what happened at the library last night.
"You reminded me." Herman put down his fork, his gaze falling on Harry's face, his tone casual. "Are you free tonight?"
Harry put down the bread in her hand, without answering immediately.
Herman's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds, as if weighing the weight of her words, before she spoke, "What is it? Let's make this clear first: I don't eat late-night snacks, and don't you dare spy on me."
"I need your help." Since she needed his assistance, Herman ignored Harry's teasing and lowered her voice, moving closer to her. "I want to go into the Restricted Section of the library to find a book. It's fenced off, and I don't know if there's any other magic there."
When Harry heard the words " Restricted Section," her facial expression didn't change, but there was a clear change in her eyes.
" The Restricted Section," she repeated, her tone thoughtful. "What kind of book are you looking for?"
" Professor Malin recommended a notebook, saying it would be helpful for my arm problem."
Harry tapped her fingers lightly on the table twice, without asking what the notebook contained.
She picked up the Pumpkin Juice and took another sip, asking casually, "When?"
How was tonight?
Draco swallowed her fried egg beside her, her eyes already lighting up.
"Tonight? You're going to the Restricted Section tonight?" She put down her fork, turned around, and her golden ponytail swung behind her shoulder. "I'm going too."
Herman glanced at her. "What are you going to do? It's not like you're going to play."
"Why wouldn't we go out to have fun?" Draco matter-of-factly. " The Restricted Section, that sounds exciting. Besides, you two went, leaving me alone in the common room would be so boring."
She added, "Besides, I was planning to go out for a walk tonight anyway. If you guys don't take me, I'll just wander around by myself. If Filch catches me, I'll just say I went out to find you guys."
Herman opened his mouth, unsure whether she was threatening or being coquettish. He glanced at Harry, Harry expression remained unchanged; she neither nodded nor shook her head.
Seeing that the two remained silent, Draco reached out and tugged at Herman's sleeve. "It's settled then. What time tonight? Eleven o'clock? Midnight?"
"11:30," Harry began, her tone flat. "Too early and there are still people walking in the hallway; too late and Madam Pince might have other plans. 11:30 is just right; most students have gone back to their dorms, Madam Pince usually has appointments at this time and won't go out."
Draco clapped her hands. "Then see you in the common room at 11:30."
After she finished speaking, she picked up her fork and continued eating her fried egg, as if she had already made up her mind and wouldn't accept any objections.
Herman looked at Draco's excited face, then glanced at Harry's thoughtful expression, and felt that the matter was slipping out of his control.
Oh well, Harry's around anyway. Snape Snape, I have an excuse. "Professor, didn't you tell me to go with Harry?"
After the morning classes ended, Herman went back to the common room.
He had planned to go to his dormitory to get a book to read in the afternoon, but as soon as he pushed open the stone door, he saw a package on the low table next to the fireplace, which must have been delivered by House-elf.
The package was small, wrapped in oiled paper and tied with hemp rope, with a small note attached to the knot.
Herman pulled out the note and glanced at it. It was written in Kramer's handwriting, short and messy, with the following line: Everything you wanted is in here, the list is below.
He picked up the package and weighed it in his hand. It wasn't heavy, but the contents were wobbling, and he could feel the outlines of bottles and paper packages.
Herman sat down on the sofa, unwrapped the oil paper, and inside was a stack of materials wrapped in wax paper, neatly arranged.
He flipped to the bottom of the package and sure enough, there was a list listing everything that had been sent, with the quantity and price of each item noted.
In the bottom right corner of the list was a smaller line of text, in Kramer's handwriting, written in a more illegible style than usual. It roughly said, "How exactly does that Muggle business we talked about last time work?"
Herman looked at the words and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Kramer couldn't wait any longer.
No wonder. It's probably still losing money in the stock market. It's finally found a new way to make money, so the little Goblin is probably worrying every day about how to add to its position. Hopefully, it didn't use leverage, otherwise, if it gets liquidated, it will really lose everything and have to jump off Gringotts or go directly to feed the fire dragon underground.
He folded the list and put it in his pocket, rewrapped the materials and put them in his backpack, intending to take them to the Room of Requirement when he had time. Then he pulled out a blank parchment and a quill pen from the side of his backpack.
He spread out parchment on the low table and began to write a letter.
Mr. Kramer, I have already thought about the cooperation, and the specific plan is as follows.
First, I will register a company in London using my Muggle ID, and you will act as the company's agent to handle its daily operations. I will provide the company's funds, so you won't need to pay anything upfront.
Secondly, the company's main business is securities investment. I will give you a list of what to buy and sell, and you can operate according to the list.
Third, your compensation will be settled monthly, consisting of a fixed salary plus a share of profits; the percentages are listed below.
Herman paused here, thinking about what the profit-sharing ratio should be.
Although Kramer is greedy, he is indeed efficient. This time, the materials were sent quickly, and the quality seems to be good.
If I give her too Goblin, she might not care; if I give her too much, I'll feel bad.
Finally, he wrote down a number on the paper, slightly higher than the market price, but still within a reasonable range.
He continued writing: Fourth, I will bear the company's operational risks, and you will not be responsible for any losses. However, if the company is investigated due to your operational errors or violations, you will be held accountable.
Fifth, all company transaction records must be kept, and I must receive a report every month.