Being at Hogwarts, something's not right with this system.

Today is Monday, September 9th.

A new week of schoolwork is about to begin, though it won't be as hectic.

At the dinner table, Hermione asked Lin Yu with concern, "Have you finished your homework?"

Lin Yu shrugged and said, "I usually complete the learning requirements in class, so I don't have homework. What about you?"

Hermione replied, "Although I have homework, I've finished it all."

Two displeased gazes came from across the way.

It's Harry and Ron.

They spent the entire afternoon yesterday finishing their homework, during which they also copied some other people's homework and answers.

Compared to Lin Yu and Hermione's ease and composure, their lives were rather chaotic.

Harry even wondered if they were studying the same subjects and content.

Just then, owls of various colors began to fly in from outside onto the ceiling of the restaurant.

The students were already used to it, either continuing to eat their food or looking up expectantly, waiting for their emails.

The children around Lin Yu didn't look up.

Lin Yu himself goes without saying; there's almost no one in this world who would send him a letter.

Harry felt the same way; he never expected the Dursleys to care about him, and was actually grateful if they didn't bother him.

Hermione's parents couldn't find the Owl Post Office, so they couldn't get into the Leaky Cauldron, and naturally, they couldn't go to Diagon Alley.

So Hermione remained calm.

Anyway, she'll go home during her holidays.

Perhaps after I get to know other students better, I can try to find someone to help me transfer?

As for Ron, with five older brothers in his family, the sixth brother's presence was practically nonexistent.

Even the twins get more attention than him.

Fortunately, the Weasleys are united enough, otherwise it would have been a chaotic mess.

Meanwhile, in Slytherin's seat, Draco sat frozen in place after receiving a letter from home.

He stared in disbelief at the contents of the letter, along with a money bag that had been sent along with it, filled with a full thousand Galleons.

"What's wrong, Draco?" Pansy looked at Draco. Normally she should call him Malfoy, but she had her own ulterior motives.

Therefore, girls do mature a little earlier than boys.

Draco frowned and looked up toward the Gryffindor dining table, especially at a certain boy.

A moment later, Draco stood up with a gloomy expression, picked up the money bag that was rather heavy for him, and strode over there.

"Lin Yu," Draco said, walking straight up to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu frowned and said irritably, "Malfoy? I really don't want to argue with you today. If you want trouble, get lost."

He just started dating Hermione, and the young couple hasn't had enough time to be lovey-dovey yet. Can he please get lost?

Draco clenched his fists, but remembering his father's instructions in the letter, he could only say coldly, "I heard you sold the pills you made in Potions class for a thousand Galleons? Why don't you just rob someone?"

"Nonsense, robbery is illegal, especially since Gringotts is so heavily guarded," Lin Yu rolled his eyes.

If robbery weren't illegal, and if Gringotts weren't so heavily guarded, who wouldn't want to rob someone?

After all, the news that the Daily Prophet had previously reported about a mysterious person breaking into Gringotts was ultimately dropped, wasn't it?

It seems that only when one is powerful enough, the law really becomes meaningless.

Just like Lin Yu reminded Hermione, the so-called school rules are nothing special.

Draco was speechless.

Lin Yu was already impatient. He turned halfway around and asked, "So what exactly do you want? Are we that close? Could you please stay away from me?"

Draco's face flushed red, but he finally picked up the money pouch in his hand and said stiffly, "This is a thousand Galleons. I want to buy a Marrow Cleansing Pill. Give it to me now."

Lin Yu was taken aback, only then realizing that this guy had come to buy pills.

"You should have said so earlier," Lin Yu suddenly beamed.

Draco was taken aback. He had initially thought it wouldn't be easy, and even believed that Lin Yu wouldn't sell it to him and would make things difficult for him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yu chuckled and said in a relaxed tone, "So, Young Master Malfoy is here to be a sucker. No, I mean, to buy something. Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome."

Hermione rolled her eyes and secretly placed her small hand on Lin Yu's waist, giving it a gentle pinch.

I don't know if this can be considered a common skill for women.

Is this considered self-taught?

Lin Yu patted her small hand and whispered, "Don't be silly, I'm just trying to earn you money for your dowry."

Hermione blushed and withdrew her hand.

Lin Yu then took out a glass bottle from his Qiankun Ring, inside which were nine Marrow Cleansing Pills that had been freshly made the night before.

"Sorry, I took the wrong one." Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat. He put away the bottle and took out another glass bottle containing only two Marrow Cleansing Pills.

Draco stared wide-eyed at Lin Yu in disbelief, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

Even Ron couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Lin Yu, you've refined another batch of Marrow Cleansing Pills? Didn't you say you could only refine one batch a year?"

Lin Yu turned his head and looked at Ron with a deep gaze. "Whose side are you on? Which faction are you with?"

If I don't say it that way, how can I rip people off?

Don't you know that scarcity increases value?

Of course, you can't say something like "I've been ripped off" to someone's face.

So Lin Yu explained, "Actually, Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape insisted that I refine pills in front of them. I certainly can't do it often normally. But if it's for extra money, that's a different story."

Draco curled his lip, finding Lin Yu's attitude disgusting.

But Lin Yu didn't care. Making money is nothing to be ashamed of.

The main thing is that they still make money off the Malfoy family.

Soon, Lin Yu took out a Marrow Cleansing Pill and handed it to Draco, while also grabbing the money pouch without any hesitation.

In front of the students around him, Lin Yu poured the money out of his pocket onto the table, and in an instant, a thousand Galleons clattered all over the table.

The scene was quite shocking.

A pile of golden Galleons, and they made a crisp, melodious sound.

Lin Yu squinted and carefully checked, finding no problem.

After all, he is now a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator, and he can tell the number with a single sweep of his divine sense.

Amidst envious glances, Lin Yu put the money away and placed it in his Qiankun Ring.

Including these, Lin Yu discovered that he had over seven thousand Galleons in his possession.

This made him unable to resist whispering boastfully to Hermione, "Your boyfriend is quite wealthy, isn't he?"

That's over 30,000 pounds, and that was in 1991.

If Lin Yu had a legitimate and reasonable identity to return to China, he could easily buy a courtyard house in the capital, even if the location wasn't ideal.

But just wait until 2000, and the courtyard house will be able to sell for an astronomical price.

Lin Yu is already thinking about whether he should try his hand at investing.