Malfoy and Harry buried their heads even deeper.

  Zabini nodded painfully, "Yes, in the end, five groups failed, and the head of the house said we have to write five feet of homework."

  Then he couldn't help but cover his fad tinued, "Drad Harry Potter, as supervisors, didn't help their cssmates plete the csswork, so they each get ara foot."

  "All assigs are due tomorrow, and Henry William will deliver them to the headmaster's office."

  Zabini put down his hand and gave Hoare a sympathetic look, "Everyone, including Gryffindor."

  Hasped, just about to ask about his own homework when he heard Zabini tinue, "You don't have to write any. The head of the house said you don't o write any assigs for the whole school year, just maintain your standard in css."

  "Shut up!"

  "If you want to talk, get out!"

  Under Madam Pince's furious roar, all the first-year students buried their heads and painfully scribbled away.

  In this se, Hoare couldn't help but wipe away ent tears from his face.

  Professor Snape is truly great; he aplished what Dumbledore couldn't!

  Look, how harmonious and loving Gryffindor and Slytheri this moment.

  ---

  On the way back to the dormitory, Hoare saw Malfoy looking exhausted, like a zombie, his hair dull like dried grass.

  He remembered the rumors about the Malfoy family.

  Because of their ptinum hair, they love shiny things, and evehemselves are shiny.

  The biggest and only long-term er of Madam Primpernelle's Beauty Potion Shop's Radiaion is the Malfoy family.

  In short, Hoare's Radiaion was made specifically for the Malfoy family.

  "Malfoy, are you okay? You look— not so good." Hoare cautiously asked, looking at Malfoy, who seemed about to lose his soul.

  "What! Is it that bad?" Malfoy quickly pulled out a mirror from his pocket and examined his appearance carefully upon hearing Hoare's words.

  Oh my god! How could he look so terrible, with his skin so dull!

  Damn Potter, if it weren't for those Gryffindors not pleting their tasks, would he have to write so muework?

  Seeing Malfoy like this, Hoare thought for a moment and took out a bottle of "Radiaion," "It make you radiant. Do you ?"

  "Thank you— Radiaion!? I !" Malfoy was stuo see what Hoare had, and he quickly grabbed it.

  "Thank you, Henry." Malfoy was very touched and drank it in one gulp.

  Hoare raised an eyebrow, watg Malfoy's familiar as. The rumors were true. The Malfoy family's obsession with appearance has bee hereditary.

  "Henry, don't we have any?" Zabini was very tempted by the potion's bright color.

  This potion was much brighter than the Radiaion from Madam Primpernelle's Beauty Potion Shop. Zabini had apanied his mother to buy it before.

  He remembered it was 35 Galleons a bottle.

  Hoare extended his hand, "Friendship price, 30 Galleons, thank you for your patronage."

  The now incredibly shiny Malfoy, who had already poured the potion into his mouth, "..."

  Pansy Parkinson, who had taken a bottle from Hoare's bag, "..."

  Zabini, who leaned over, "..."

  At this moment, two words floated through their minds, "As expected!"

  After a moment of silence, Malfoy decided to clear out Hoare's stock.

  Zabini and Pansy, who were just joining in the fun, were instantly tempted when they saw Malfoy shining like a star.

  After some disputes, Zabini and Pansy each grabbed a bottle. As for the rest, Malfoy took them all, but he only bought the beauty-reted ones.

  [Ding]

  [Avaible Galleons: 1168 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]

  "Thank you for your patronage." Hoare smiled sincerely.

  "By the way, Hoare, you make a fragrance or odor-removing potion?" Zabini suddenly thought of something and asked Hoare.

  "I should be able to. Why?" Hoare asked.

  Malfoy frowned, showing a disgusted expression, "In Defense Against the Dark Arts css, a student got sick from Quirrell's stend vomited." He made a vomitiure.

  Zabini added, "That student was sent to the infirmary aedly got some respiratory iion, and has to take medie for a long time."

  Hearing their versation, memories from years ago suddenly awakened in Hoare.

  Quirrell emitted a strong garlic odor.

  As someone from a in his past life, Hoare could tolerate the strong garlic smell, but for the British in the wizarding world, it was like a biochemical on.

  Quirrell used so much garlic to cover the rotten smell emanating from his body.

  Because another person arasitizing Quirrell's body.

  The Dark Lord, Voldemort.

  Hoare thought about it. To remove the odor, it wasn't just a matter of using an odor-removing potion; it was treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

  Wouldn't it be better to remove the man with a snake face from the back of Quirrell's head? Without him, Quirrell's body wouldn't tio rot, and he wouldn't need garlic to cover the smell.

  Hoare calcuted that he o upgrade his magic level and exge for Quidditch talent, as Quidditch css was ing up in a few days, which would require at least 1000 Galleons.

  There were 22 students in the css, excluding himself.

  Charging each 50 Galleons seemed reasonable, as he was solving a big problem for them.

  "100 Galleons per person." Hoare said.

  "What?" Zabini didn't react for a moment.

  Malfoy rolled his eyes, "He's asking for money."

  Hoare snapped his fingers, "I cure Professor Quirrell's problem."

  "100 Galleons is too expensive, and why do we all have to pay?" Pansy was displeased, "It was Bise who asked you, so ask him for money."

  "If only Zabini is willing to pay, then I might as well give him a bottle of isoting potion so he won't smell the odor." Hoare expined, crossing his arms.

  "Ah, if we pay, the whole school bes. Slytherin wouldn't do such a stupid thing." Malfoy also crossed his arms.

  "That's for you to sider." Hoare said mercilessly, "Let me know before css tomorrow."

  "Give us a dist, we're cssmates after all." Zabini tried to py the emotional card, "Besides, what if you fail?"

  The group saonder for a moment, "Alright, sidering how well we know each other, I'll give you a friendship price, 80 Galleons."

  Malfoy poked Zabini from behind, signaling him to tinue bargaining.

  "60 Galleons!" Zabini said.

  Hoare scratched his head, looking helpless, "Alright, alright, since you trust me so much."

  Malfoy added, "We'll pay after you succeed."

  Hoare nodded, waved goodbye to them, and thought the deal was settled. Now he o buy some "exorcism tools."

  Speaking of the king of sed-hand dealers at Hogwarts, he couldn't help but think of his two good brothers.

  With their knowledge of Hogwarts' secret passages, they often took on various issions, helping people buy and sell.