"Henry William?"

  "Hoare Weasley?"

  The two young boys speaking were crouched in a er of a bar. The red-haired one pulled out a crumpled piece of part and a quill from his pocket, handing them to the brown-haired boy.

  "We agreed on 6 Galleons. Here's the tract. Once signed, it will take effect automatically."

  "Pleasure doing business~"

  The brown-haired boy happily took the trad signed his name, Henry William, at the bottom without even looking at it. He then tossed a simirly crumpled piece of part to the red-haired boy, eager to use his 6 Galleons to buy all sorts of prank toys.

  "Pleasure doing business."

  The red-haired boy took the part, smoothing it out carefully until there wasn't a single crease, greedily eyeing every word on it.

  "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

  Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

  (President of the Iional federation of Wizards, First Css Order of Merlin, The Greatest Wizard, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot)

  Dear Mr. William:

  leased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of all necessary books and equipment.

  The term begins oember 1st. We await your owl by han July 31st.

  Yours sincerely,

  Minerva Magall, Deputy Headmistress"

  Following that was the list of items needed for the first year.

  Hoare Weasley, the red-haired boy, of course, a Weasley. In the wizarding world, where else would a red-haired child e from?

  After haggling with Henry William for half a day, they finally agreed on 6 Galleons for the Hogwarts acceptater that Henry William didn't want.

  Henry William ted the 6 Gold-Galleons over and over in his hand, speaking disdainfully, "What's so great about Hogwarts? I still prefer Durmstrang, where you learn real magic."

  Hnored him, carefully folding the acceptater and pg it in his pocket. "The's say goodbye here."

  "Of course." Henry William raised an eyebrow.

  The two stood up from the er, waving half-heartedly as they parted ways.

  ***

  August 31st.

  Hoare had his luggage ready early.

  This was the first time since Ron was born that he would be separated from his twin brother. He cried his eyes out, even trying to crawl into Hoare's suitcase to go with him, leaving Hoare both amused and helpless.

  Who knows what Ron's rea will be when they meet at the station oember 1st.

  Now the boy was g so hard, who knows if he'll even reize me then.

  Molly, wipiears, twisted Ron's ear as she bid farewell to Hoare. The ime they'd see each other would be Christmas.

  ***

  September 1st.

  This ecial day.

  For students, it marked the end of a happy summer vacation.

  King's Cross Station is the terminus of the London railway.

  On this day, the station also weled a group of special guests, unbeknownst to them.

  Sihe 1950s, the Hogwarts Express had been tasked with transp wizards to and from school and London.

  Whether half-blood or pure-blood, all wizards going to Hogwarts had to take this train to reach the school.

  Hoare, carrying his suitcase, skillfully avoided the patrols oform, passing through Ptform 9?.

  He had been here before when sending his brothers off to school.

  The vieam train appeared before Hoare once again.

  He arrived early, and there weren't many parents or students oform at this time.

  An A-level Metamorphmagus couldn't ge as freely as a natural one; for example, height and body shape couldn't be altered. Hoare thought it was fortuhat he and Henry William were about the same size; A-level was suffit.

  Even though he k was enough, Hoare still po give it a try, to test the effect of the Metamorphmagus.

  With the head of a stranger, Hoare picked a promi spot and opened his self-made suitcase. Inside were several books, boldly titled "Wele to the Wizarding World."

  "Don't miss out, the first prehensive guide to the wizarding world, c lifestyle, food, aertai."

  "Limited copies, first e, first served."

  Hoare began hawking oform. This "Wele to the Wizarding World" was piled, edited, printed, and produced by him alone.

  The tent came from memories of his past life and was edited and anized after years of verification.

  It ecifically targeted at udents unfamiliar with the wizarding world.

  Even the smallest profit was still profit, and si was an easy task, why not make some money?

  "Mum, Mum, I have a copy of this guide?" A student in a new school uniform pulled their parent over to Hoare.

  "How much is this?" The student's parent flipped through a few pages, finding the tent indeed novel. She had lived in the Muggle world since graduating, only occasionally returning to visit family, so the wizarding world was quite unfamiliar to her.

  Hoare discreetly assessed the parent's attire. She had a photo pendant of Gilderoy Lockhart hanging from her bag.

  Since she was a fan of Gilderoy Lockhart, she probably wasn't short on money. Gilderoy Lockhart's books weren't cheap; a set cost at least thirty Galleons.

  "One Gold-Galleon," Hoare priced.

  "Here." Sure enough, the dy handed over the money without hesitation and took the book.

  Afterward, he made a few more sales, different prices based on the er's attire, ranging from ten Silver-Sickles to one Gold-Galleon.

  Hoare mused that if it weren't for testing the effect, there probably wouldn't be a ime; this way of making money was still too slow.

  "What's this!?"

  A fiery red head popped over.

  Hoare was startled—it was Ron.

  Unfortunately, Ron didn't reize him at all.

  "Ron, my dear brother, what are you looking at?"

  "‘Wele to the Wizarding World’? Ron, don't worry, you've got us~"

  Gee and Fred squeezed io Ron, messing up his hair.

  "I'm just looking." Ron tried to shake them off. "Let me go." Hoare khe oute, of course, was failure; he failed every time.

  "Mate, you look familiar?" Hoare was startled by Gee's sudden close-up.

  "Maybe we've met." Hoare replied calmly.

  "I think so too, even very familiar." Fred leaned in as well.

  Seeing that their attention wasn't on him, Ron ducked and slipped away from their grasp.

  "Gee, Fred, what are you doing! Hurry over here!" Molly called out from a distance, being them back.

  Gee and Fred exged a gnd shouted back, "ing, Mum~"

  Fred said goodbye to Hoare, "See you at Hogwarts then."

  Hoare finally rexed pletely. It seemed no one in the Weasley family reized him; the A-level Metamorphmagus was more than suffit.

  Now the final test would be the white wizard at school, Headmaster Dumbledore.

  As time passed, the ptfrew noisier, with young wizards buzzing with excitement and parents fussing over them. It was chaotic yet warm.

  Wherain whistled, urging everyoo board as it was about to depart, Hoare, hiding in the er, leisurely picked up his suitcase and brushed past the Weasley family to board the train.

  "Percy, Gee, Fred, Ron, hurry up! The train's about to leave."

  "Guess whie of us is Gee and which is Fred."

  "Guess whie of us is Gee and which is Fred."