[Host: Hoare Weasley]

  [Bloodline: Wizard Bloodline (Ordinary)]

  [Magic: LV1 (50/100)]

  [Build: 8/10]

  [Wit: 0/10]

  [Talent Overview:]

  [SS-Level Ability: None]

  [S-Level Ability: Mind Pace (Upgradeable)]

  [A-Level Ability: Metamorphmagus (Upgradeable)]

  [B-Level Ability: None]

  [C-Level Ability: Spells (Patronus Charm)]

  [Avaible Galleons: 1323 Galleons, 9 Sickles, 18 Knuts]

  "Activate potion-making talent. Upgrade 50 magic points," Hoare instructed the system while hiding uhe covers.

  He kept some Galleons aside, pnning to upgrade his potion-making talent level ter.

  Potions are one of the most important courses in alchemy.

  Hoare was quite fasated by Niel, who lived to be six hundred years old. Who wouldn't be ied in immortality?

  As for the Philosopher's Stohat was destio be destroyed, Hoare thought it should be put to good use and sacrificed for experiments.

  [Ding]

  [gratutions, Host. Magic has been upgraded to Level 2.]

  [gratutions, Host. Wit has been upgraded.]

  [gratutions, Host. Bloodline has been upgraded.]

  [Panel Updated]

  [Host: Hoare Weasley]

  [Bloodline: Wizard Bloodline (Slightly Gifted)]

  [Magic: LV2 (0/200)]

  [Wit: 1/10]

  [C-Level Ability: Spells (Patronus Charm), Potion-making]

  [Avaible Galleons: 723 Galleons, 9 Sickles, 18 Knuts]

  Hoare looked at his avaible Galleons. He was still 300 Galleons short of upgrading his talent level, so he o work hard to earn more.

  He checked his other attributes.

  Sure enough, his wit had upgraded.

  Hoare had previously tried to upgrade his wit using Galleons, but the system didn't respond.

  He suspected that wit was reted to magic.

  As long as there was enough magic, wit would increase.

  And when it es to learning, no matter what it is, talent and wit are definitely closely reted.

  Now that he tried it, his wit indeed increased by one point.

  And with just that one point, he could already feel a new uanding of magic.

  Tomorrow's first css is Transfiguration. He would try it out then.

  As for what to do now?

  Of course, sleep.

  Get up at seven in the m!

  ***

  At 7:50 the day.

  Hoare struggled to get out of his fortable bed. His roommate, Bise Zabini, was already doing the final touches, styling his hair.

  Hoare took nine mio quickly wash up and took a cold shower to wake himself up.

  Eight o'clock.

  He stepped onto the on room carpet right on time.

  The first-year students all g him, then turned back to their versations, but their eyes would occasionally sweep over Hoare.

  In Slytherin, there were ners. They had all seen each other a few times since childhood. The only stranger was Henry William, who had just ehe on room.

  Hoare looked at the meticulously styled first-year students in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. Oh my... these nobles are really petitive!

  Led by the sed-year seniors, Hoare and the other first-years walked the path to the and theuro the Great Hall for breakfast.

  Breakfast was very English.

  Hoare picked up an egg and ham sandwich, eating it without much taste.

  The kit seemed to be o the Hufflepuff on room. He po check it out in a few days to see if the house-elves could make some pe, soy milk, and fried dough sticks for breakfast.

  He had been thinking about it for ten years.

  "Henry.

  Henry.

  Henry."

  "Potter is calling you," Malfoy, sittio Hoare, reminded him impatiently.

  Si wasn't his name, Hoare wasn't used to it and didn't react immediately.

  He turo look at the Gryffindor table, where Harry was enthusiastically waving at him.

  Seeing Hoare respond, Harry, with a sandwi his mouth, rao the Slytherin table. Although Ron had already told him about the long-standing feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin st night, Harry, who dared to call You-Know-Who by name, didn't think it mattered.

  "Henry, here." Harry hurried over and took out a palm-sized pouch from under his robe.

  Hoare took it with curiosity and shook it, hearing the king of s inside. "Didn't you say you had no money?"

  "Headmaster Dumbledore lent it to me," Harry scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed about owing someone money on the first day of school.

  Then, he cautiously asked, "Do I o pay i?"

  "No his pouch be the i."

  "Of course," Harry agreed happily.

  "You know this is a ste item, right?" Hoare thought for two seds and decided not to take advantage of him. After all, he was his first big t.

  "It's fi's fihese things are insignifit pared to the help you've given me, Hoare," Harry said gratefully.

  Hoare accepted it without a hint of embarrassment and tucked the pouto his robe.

  Uedly, there was ara bonus. The pouches from Malfoy and Harry were both ste items with an Uable Extension Charm. They looked small but had a very rge spaside.

  Dumbledore was really generous.

  "Henry William, it's time for css," Zabini reminded, as the Slytherin group reparing to leave the dining hall.

  Hoare nodded and followed the group out.

  Zabini and the others were dying of curiosity about why The Chosen One was so polite to this Henry William.

  Seeing Hoare catg up, Zabini ignored Malfoy's attempts to stop him and ran to Hoare's side to ask him. The result was just as Malfoy had predicted.

  Hoare spread his hands, "You know, you have to pay for information."

  Zabini was stunned. He had never seen anyone operate like this.

  Malfoy shook his head, reached into Zabini's robe pocket, took out a pouch, and handed five Gold-Galleons to Hoare.

  Zabini was dumbfounded, "Draco, why don't you pay yourself?"

  Malfoy's eyes flickered, and he ged the subject, "What did Potter just give you?"

  The Slytherins looked ahead, marg in liowards the , but their ears were all perked up, eavesdropping on Hoare's versation behind them.

  "This," Hoare took out a poud shook it.

  "You swindled his mooo!" Malfoy excimed.

  "Why do you say it like that? It's just a voluntary transa," Hoare said disdainfully, looking at Malfoy. This guy really didn't know how to talk.

  "Who cares! Well done!"

  Malfoy was delighted to know he wasn't the only victim, and the other was the famous Harry Potter, who had rejected him at the school gate!

  On the day of the opening ceremony, before Professonagall led them into the Great Hall, Malfoy had kindly (in his opinioended his hand to make friends with Harry Potter.

  Who would have thought that the ungrateful Chosen One would rather py with that red-haired Weasley!

  Malfoy ughed heartily, almost colpsing on the floor with joy.

  Zabini quickly pulled him up, "Is this how you lost your pocket money?"

  Zabini's words were shog. Malfoy quickly straightened up, sped up, and walked forward, coughing, "Hurry up, Bise, Henry, we're going to be left behind."

  Henry? He actually called him by name? So, to gain Malfoy's favor, you just have to swindle Harry Pot it.