Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 101 Snape's Carefully Prepared Confinement
After half an hour of arguing, the three finally reached an agreement.

Fred and George offered Celen an irresistible price; any lower and it would be like doing him a favor for nothing. But they also had conditions.

All merchandise sold at Hogwarts after Sheren, except for wands, must be exclusively distributed by the Weasley Wizarding Tricks until the two graduate and leave the school.

Siren was well aware of their thinking. At this stage, the Weasley Wizarding Arts was only in its early stages. They had tried making some gadgets, but only a small number of Gryffindors would buy them.

Xilun was their first major client. Between earning start-up capital and building a reputation, the two decisively chose the latter.

While start-up capital is important, they hope that these wand stickers will quickly establish the Weasleys Wizarding Arts name in the common rooms of the other three houses.

Furthermore, the benefits of subsequent cooperation outweigh those of simply receiving money for helping others.

However, Sirius agreed without much thought, since this was the very reason he had come to the Weasley brothers, and the two sides hit it off immediately.

However, Fred and George were stunned when they heard the price that Siron had set for the stickers.

"How many?"

"Two Galon?"

Fred pointed to the Lockhart gold sticker at the top, thinking he had misheard. He could guess that it wasn't cheap, but he didn't expect it to be this expensive.

Can stickers that cost two Galleons each really sell?
"Ah, that thing is just for people to see, don't worry about it." Xilun waved his hand.

“What about Dumbledore’s silver sticker?” George asked.

“Five Sikor,” Xiren said. “The Dean has two Sikor.”

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

This price is much more normal, the same as in the wand shop; otherwise, they really wouldn't dare guarantee that they could sell the item.

“Leave it to us,” Fred said confidently.

George raised an eyebrow. "All you need to do is prepare a big enough bag and wait to fill it with Silver Scissor!"

Both of them were very confident, and Xiren was also very confident in them.

Because they had just reached an agreement, when Xilun took out all the prepared stickers, some sharp-eyed people noticed this.

So six of Professor McGonagall's stickers sold out on the spot, and then they called in even more people.

Two items aren't exactly cheap, but it's the start of the school year and Halloween hasn't even arrived yet, so everyone has plenty of pocket money and can afford them.

"I'm starting to regret it." Surrounded by the crowd, Fred felt a pang of heartache.

“Me too,” George said.

That night, they sold a total of 65 Professor McGonagall stickers, 6 Dumbledore stickers, and 1 Professor Sprout sticker.

There are a total of 162 silver coins.

This was just the harvest of Gryffindor in one night; if it were expanded to all four houses… the Weasley brothers’ eyes would almost be shaped like Silver Scythe.

Moreover, they knew very well that the developing solution on these stickers could only last for a period of time, after which the person on them would stop moving completely, and then they would have to buy new ones, which would be another source of income.

To be honest, they were both a little envious.

The next morning, as soon as Celen entered the common room, he saw Fred, with red eyes, staring straight at him.

"What do you want to do?" Xilun subconsciously took a step back.

“Nothing, nothing.” Fred immediately changed his tune, pretending to be nonchalant, and said, “I just wanted to ask if there’s anything special about your stickers.”

“Of course,” Siron said. “I used a special pine resin glue that doesn’t affect the wand’s normal use at all.”

The wand… Fred instantly regained consciousness.

Yes, how could he forget about his wand? Anything that can stick to a wand, including magic tape, paint, and the like, will more or less affect its grip, making it less convenient to use.

However, the stickers provided by Xilun do not have this flaw and have no impact on their use at all.

Okay, forget about it. They can't do this. It's a waste of time to get up so early.

So, under Siren's questioning gaze, Fred didn't say another word and simply turned and left.

"That's weird." Xilun didn't pay much attention to it and planned to have breakfast in the auditorium first, and then go to the library to return the books he borrowed yesterday.

But just as he opened the door to the common room, he pulled his leg back.

"Harry, Ron?"

Looking at the two people lying in the hallway by the door, Xilun couldn't help but ask, "You... slept here all night?" "Not all night, they only arrived ten minutes ago!" came the fat lady's voice from the side, "And they didn't give any passwords, they just lay down on the ground as soon as they arrived."

“Let me tell you, the school doesn’t allow sleeping in the hallways, but I can’t let you in without your password.”

“You changed the password.” Harry’s voice was extremely weak.

Xiren noticed that he and Ron were almost completely pale, as if climbing back to the eighth floor had exhausted all their strength.

Moreover, the Fat Lady did indeed change the password this morning, and since they were in Snape's office the whole time, they naturally didn't know.

"Never mind, let's come in first," Xiren asked. "Do you need any help?"

“It’s best not to,” Harry said. He and Ron struggled to their feet and staggered into the common room.

"Would you like something to eat?" Xiren pointed to the biscuits on the table next to him.

Those were from the kitchen last night by the Weasley brothers; there's still quite a bit left.

Logically, Harry and Ron, being so weak, should definitely need to eat something, but upon seeing the biscuits, they both instinctively covered their mouths.

"vomit……"

In an instant, their faces turned even paler.

Finally, Xiren found half a bottle of pumpkin soda, and they managed to drink a little bit.

"What exactly happened in Snape's office?" Siren asked, sitting down in the armchair next to him.

“You absolutely can’t imagine…” Ron clutched the bottle of pumpkin soda tightly, his face filled with utter despair.

"He made me squeeze out leech juice, by hand... a whole big bucket... ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, he spat out the pumpkin soda he had just drunk.

“Hmm… this…” Sirens’ lips twitched. “It must have been really tough for Snape to get two large buckets of leeches in such a short time.”

“No, it was a bucket.” Harry’s eyes were vacant, his pale lips trembling slightly. “He made me deal with… the slime of the Fellow Caterpillar… also by hand.”

"..."

Siren silently stood up and sat down in an armchair further away from them.

Although she knew it was impolite to think that way, Xiren was really glad she hadn't run into them.

"Pherlob caterpillar, leech, slug, Snape was clearly doing it on purpose."

“Of course he did it on purpose…” Ron said haltingly. He had vomited countless times that night and didn’t even have the strength to curse.

"I really envy Hermione... detention is like polishing silverware..."

Xilun then got them some clean water.

"Don't say that, you can try to think of it on a brighter side," Xilun tried to comfort them.

“For example?” Harry looked at Siron blankly, his tone uncertain.

“For example…” Xiren thought for a while, “I’ve got it. For example, Snape didn’t make you collect rat spleens or spider eyes. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”

“I’d rather drop out!” Ron said firmly, and he wasn’t joking; he really would drop out.

Harry hesitated for a moment, his heart filled with intense struggle, as if a pointer was constantly shifting between his aunt and uncle and the rat-spider.

But whether it was psychological or not, after listening to Xilun's words, they felt much better and sat there holding their cups, sipping water.

"I'll go to the auditorium to get you some things."

"Thank you, but I really can't eat." Harry shook his head repeatedly.

He had been vomiting all night, feeling as if his stomach was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, but even so, he really didn't want to eat anything.

Ron was the same; they preferred to go hungry rather than eat and then throw up.

Soon, more people came to the common room. Like Siron, they first inquired about Harry and Ron's experiences the previous night, and after learning the truth, they quietly moved away from them.

It's not that they're indifferent, it has nothing to do with that; it's purely an instinctive reaction.

Ginny tried several times to get closer but failed, and when she looked at Harry again, there was a hint of struggle in her eyes. Because at a certain moment, Harry's image in her eyes suddenly transformed into a giant Fellowcaterpillar wearing a school uniform robe.

At this moment, the little witch is determined to maintain Harry's original image.

(End of this chapter)