Hoare dropped Filch off at the infirmary a, leaving the rest to Dumbledore to handle.
Afterward, he returo the Potions . Sinape had agreed to let him take materials freely, he wasn't going to be shy about it.
The amount he used was far less than what the students wasted.
The materials in the et were basid safe; the rare ones were part of Snape's personal colle.
Hoare picked through the materials, already plotting how to get his hands on those rare ones.
He pced the materials in his bag, courtesy of Malfoy, which was actually a small ste pouch.
Hoare discovered that this little ste item could even achieve short-term vacuum ste.
Then, he carried off the cauldron from the head of the css.
He had no choice; he didn't have extra moo buy a quality cauldron.
Now, he o find a quiet pce to earn some pocket money.
A quiet where no one could find him.
"The pce where everything is hidden," or as it's also known, "The Room of Requirement."
Hoare arrived on the eighth floor of the castle, opposite a tapestry depig a giant troll clubbing Barnabas the Barmy, where there was a bnk wall.
Acc to his memory, he walked bad forth three times in front of that wall, silently thinking, "I need a pce to quietly brew potions."
Then, just as he remembered, a door appeared on the bnk wall, a very ordinary door.
Hrasped the doorknob and ope without hesitation.
Ihe se was dimly lit, with several stoves burning with fmes, and the ters were ly arranged with tools.
This was a , a Potions .
Hoare set up his equipment and began to make what he wanted.
There are some things in this world, whether in the wizarding world or the Muggle world, that everyone desires.
Beauty, slimming, euphoria, Viagra.
The methods for making these potions aren't particurly plex; they're publicly known.
However, the effectiveness of a potion is closely reted to the maker's magical trol. To achieve good results, the maker must have profound magic, like Dumbledore or Snape.
But would they make these kinds of potions?
No.
They don't ck money, nor do they want to tarnish their reputations.
Sihey don't want to earn it, this fortune is for Hoare Weasley to take.
Hoare pnned not only to sell in the wizarding world but also to the Muggle world.
With so many people in the Muggle world, not making this money would weigh on his sce!
"Exge flow Potion, Sliing Potion, Slimming Potion, Viagra Potion, Elixir to Induce Euphoria."
Let's start by dominating the Hogwarts market!
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[Ability Level B: Potion Making (Anti-scabies Potion, Squib Treatment Potion, Glow Potion, Sliing Potion, Slimming Potion, Viagra Potion, Elixir to Induce Euphoria)]
[Avaible Galleons: 978 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]
With his potion-making ability and the support of a B-level talent, Hoare could brew about four bottles per batch, with a success rate of 200%.
He now had 5 bottles of Glow Potion, 6 bottles of Sliing Potion, 8 bottles of Slimming Potion, and some other assorted potions.
Glow Potion, as the name suggests, make someone instantly radiant. Acc to Hoare, although this potion isn't difficult to make, the demand isn't high, so the price isn't low.
Sliing Potion instantly make frizzy hair smooth and is a daily able.
Slimming Potion is the best-selling potion at Madam Primpernelle's Beauty Potion Shop in Diagon Alley. After a big meal, otle, and there's no worry about gaini.
As for the others... better left unsaid.
Hoare put all the potions into his ste bag.
The weather outside the Room of Requirement didn't match the real weather outside. For instance, Hoare knew he'd been in the room for over three hours, nearing dusk.
But outside, the sun was shining brightly, as if it were noon.
Hoare hid the cauldron "sponsored" by Sidied his robe, ahe room.
He was off to find his dear "buyers."
Like the major er Malfoy, the minor er Zabini, and the already aced-to-being-scammed Harry Potter.
Thinking of this, Hoare looked at the potions in his hand and gave a wicked smile.
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"Take this, you sdrel!"
Hoare had just desded two floors when a Sti flew at him, apanied by a burst of maniacal ughter.
"Exge for Petrificus Totalus, Finite," Hoare quickly thought to himself.
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[Ability Level C: Spells (Patronus Charm, Basic Transfiguratioaught}, Petrificus Totalus, Finite)]
[Avaible Galleons: 968 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]
He pulled out his robe to catch the Sti, and before Peeves could react, Hoare shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Peeves froze mid-air, petrified, uo move, his expression stu a ughing pose.
Then he fell.
"Heh, who's the sdrel now!" Hoare said, stuffing the Sti into Peeves' mouth and snapping it shut.
As the Sti exploded, Hoare, relying on his impressive build of eight points, sprinted dozens of meters away, hearing a "Finite!" carried by the wind.
Peeves was released from the petrified state.
"Ahhh!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!!!"
"Bleh."
Hoare heard the distant cries and smirked disdainfully. Kill me? Hogwarts wouldn't tolerate you first.
It was getting te, and Hoare decided to stroll to the dining hall for something to eat.
As he passed the library, someone called out to him. Looking inside, he saw Zabini waving his arms.
"Henry, over here."
"Quiet!" Madam Pihe librarian, heard Zabini's void angrily waved her feather duster at him.
Zabini quickly covered his mouth, gesturing wildly to get Hoare's attention.
Hoare, puzzled, covered his fad walked over.
Strangely, the library was filled with first-year Gryffindors and Slytherins.
Wow! All his potential "buyers" were here, quite the gathering.
Hoare, still fused, asked Malfoy what was going on.
Malfoy, looking annoyed, was about to speak, then suddenly thought of something aended his hand, saying matter-of-factly, "Pay up."
Hoare looked at Malfoy in surprise. Oh, Malfoy, you've learo be bad.
"Never mind, I'll ask Harry." Hoare rolled his eyes at Malfoy and turo Harry, who was busy writing.
"We're rushing our homework," Harry mumbled without looking up.
"This is!?" Hoare poi the part in shock. "This is Potions homework!?"
Each person had a part in front of them that was five feet long, a full one and a half meters!
