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Having said that, this is not a small business like selling maps, but a big business for the entire school, so they are somewhat nervous.
"Kyle, do Hufflepuffs have to charge money too?" The good old Cedric was a little hesitant.
"This is not a necessity, Cedric." Kyle patted his shoulder and said, "But we can give Hufflepuff a good discount."
"50% off?"
"No, 5% off!" Kyle thought for a moment and added, "But I can round off the amount and save one knut."
"..."
Cedric twitched his lips. He wanted to stick to his opinion, but there was no way. Kyle firmly controlled the pricing power, so it was useless for him to say anything.
After a few brief words, everyone dispersed and prepared for tomorrow's plan.
In order to achieve the best publicity effect, Fred and George wrote a large flyer overnight and posted it in the most conspicuous place in the Gryffindor common room.
[Are you still worried about the exam? Are you still worried that you won’t perform well and won’t get a good grade?
Now, you don't have to worry!
In order to ensure that everyone can have a wonderful summer vacation, we hereby highly recommend the "Pass Every Exam Talisman".
It was recorded in "Hogwarts: A History" and was once popular in Hogwarts for more than a hundred years. It was the best-selling product at the time. Even Headmaster Dumbledore wore it during the exam.
Interested buyers please contact second year Fred Weasley, George Weasley.
(Note: This product has symbolic meaning only. It cannot improve the wearer's intelligence, nor can it replace the exam. Please purchase it at your discretion.)]
The last sentence wasn't actually included in the original version of the flyer, but after Kyle found out about this, he asked them to add it.
If nothing else, the highlight is the "stability" and no returns.
Fred and George were a little worried at first, thinking that no one would be willing to buy their products after adding this sentence.
But after just half a day, this worry no longer existed.
When the first person found the graphic meaning of the wand and quill in "Hogwarts: A History" and told others, young wizards kept rushing into the two's dormitory with Sickles and Galleons, fearing that they would miss the "Pass Every Exam Charm" if they were a second late.
The dormitory door had been broken several times. In the end, Fred was too lazy to even use the repair spell and just took the door down with a wave of his hand.
The situation was similar on the Hufflepuff side, except that the badgers were occupying Cedric's dormitory.
Although Slytherin did not post any flyers, they naturally found Connor after they learned about this.
Among the six people, only Qiu, who is in charge of Ravenclaw, is a little more relaxed. After all, most of the top students are confident and they don't need this.
……
One afternoon a few days later, it was still the abandoned classroom.
The sawdust and knives that were originally all over the floor were gone, replaced by a square table with piles of gold Galleons and silver Sickles on the table.
"Gudong~"
Fred swallowed, "Here's how much."
"The total is 709 Galleons, 15 Sickles, and 5 Knuts," Qiu blurted out. "I didn't expect so many people to buy custom-made ones, so it's a lot more than expected."
"More than 700 Galleons..." George's eyes were a little dull: "I am not dreaming."
Fred sighed beside him: "If that's the case, I hope I will never wake up from this dream."
Kyle picked up a gold Galleon from the table and said with a smile, "Then you have to think carefully. This dream will happen seven times in total."
"Then I'd better wake up quickly." Fred laughed.
But as he laughed, his face suddenly wrinkled.
Fred suddenly remembered that he was one grade higher than Kyle, which meant that by the time Kyle was in seventh grade, he would have graduated and would not have received the money for that year.
Fred felt so distressed when he thought about how hundreds of Galleons were just wasted. He looked at Kyle with resentment and said, "Why didn't you enroll last year?"
Kyle felt numb all over when he was staring at him, and he took two steps to the side in disgust.
"It's not up to me to decide when I go to school. You have to go to Dumbledore."
"Uh, this is determined by the admission book." Cedric reminded quietly beside him: "It has nothing to do with the principal."
But Fred and George obviously didn't listen. They were currently discussing how to delay graduation for a year.
When they left, each of them had a full hundred gold galleons in their pockets.
As for the remaining funds, everyone unanimously decided to have Kyle keep them as start-up funds for the next event.
Kyle agreed.
Originally, he wanted to use the money to invest in the Weasley brothers, but they were now busy looking for the complete password to the Marauder's Map and did not have any extra time to study those joke products.
Let’s talk about it next year.
……
In the following weeks, the professors suddenly discovered that a special kind of wooden decoration seemed to have become popular in Hogwarts, and almost everyone was wearing it.
It's not a magical item, just that kind of ordinary rowan wood, which comes in round and square shapes.
There is another type that is less in number, which is embellished with gold paint and has a layer of wax on the surface. The workmanship looks much more refined than others, but it is still not a magic item.
Actually, professors don’t really care about this kind of thing. It’s just a popular accessory that appears every year. As long as it’s not something dangerous, it’s fine.
But this time it was different, because they found that since this kind of decoration became popular, the little wizards were not as nervous as before during class, and their mentality was very good.
To be honest, the professors don’t know whether this is a good thing or not.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 96 Entry List, and Albania
On the eighth floor, in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore sat there leisurely, drinking black tea with three portions of sugar, while watching Snape and Professor McGonagall arguing with interest.
What a coincidence.
Originally, Professor McGonagall came only to see Dumbledore about something, but as soon as she entered the room, she heard Snape clamoring to expel a student.
"It's that Kyle Chopper again. He has cheated other students out of at least 500 Galleons in the past few days."
"I said at the time that he was instigating his classmates, was reckless, and had no regard for school rules, so he should be expelled."
……
Professor McGonagall listened for a while and probably understood what was going on. She frowned and said, "Severus, we won't expel students for such a small matter as selling a few things."
"A small matter?" Snape raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze from Dumbledore to Professor McGonagall.
"With all due respect Minerva, he is now trying to organize students to cheat in the exams."
"Cheating? Are you kidding?"
Professor McGonagall said in disbelief: "I have seen those things. They are not even magical items. They are just ordinary decorations."
"So, Mr. Chopper is selling fakes?" Snape said in a long tone, "After all, ordinary decorations are not worth ten Galleons.
Selling fake goods in Hogwarts to cheat other young wizards should also be expelled!"
"Just be patient Severus."
At this time, Dumbledore also finished his tea, took out a large piece of parchment and placed it on the table.
"This is their product brochure. You probably haven't read it yet." He pointed to the bold words at the bottom and said, "They have actually made it very clear, so this is not a deception."
Snape looked up and saw a line of bright, large characters that made his eyes hurt.
[This product is only symbolic...Please purchase at your discretion]
"In addition..." Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "As far as I know, most students buy decorations for five Sickles. Only a small number of... well, nicer ones are sold for ten Galleons."
After hearing what Dumbledore said, Snape's expression suddenly became very ugly, as if he had eaten a plate of unwashed intestines.
So it was the Slytherins who bought the ten-Gallon ones.
"What about this sentence?" Snape said, looking at the leaflet with a gloomy face, "They also mentioned you. This can be considered a lie."
"In fact...what they said is true."
Dumbledore's old face suddenly turned red, and he said, "I did wear something similar during my graduation exam, but it was later confiscated by Professor Marchbank."
"Merlin's beard. I always thought no one remembered this."
Snape's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He grabbed the flyer and left the headmaster's office.
"boom!"
The loud slamming door woke Fawkes, who was sleeping, and it flew onto Dumbledore's shoulder, pecking at his beard angrily.
"Sorry Fawkes, Severus didn't mean it."
Fox didn't listen and continued to pull at his beard.
There was no other choice but for Dumbledore to take out some Mandrake leaves from the drawer to appease his Phoenix.
Then he raised his head, looked at Professor McGonagall who looked incredulous, and said, "Don't be so surprised, Minerva. I was only seventeen years old at that time, and it was normal for me to do something incomprehensible.
And that exam was about History of Magic, Professor Binns's class... you should understand that."
The corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth twitched, and she wanted to laugh...but she held it back.
"Well..." Dumbledore changed the subject: "What do you want to see me about?"
When it came to business, Professor McGonagall's expression became more serious.
"Ahem, this is the immigration list you requested from June to August last year." She put a small stack of parchment on the table and said, "The Ministry of Magic sent it to me because the owl didn't find you yesterday."
"Thank you, Minerva, I need that right now."
Dumbledore took it and looked through it for a while, then took out another similar stack of parchment from the bookshelf behind him.
Professor McGonagall glanced at it curiously, but because of her line of sight, she could only see the first few words.
"Exit Albania..."
Next, when Dumbledore began to carefully compare the two lists, Professor McGonagall saw this and left silently.
As the door was closed again, silence returned to the principal's office.
On the wall, the portraits that were pretending to be asleep opened their eyes one after another and gathered together to discuss the previous topic with great interest.