After understanding the uses of various quills, Harry's eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he purchased both a copying quill and a nonsense quill. He bought two of each, as usual.
What is the most dreaded thing about writing papers? Isn't it figuring out how to turn the essence of your thoughts into an entire article? These quills are a tremendous help.
Wayne's prices weren't high—two galleons each. Harry, without batting an eye, pulled out eight galleons to complete the transaction.
Meanwhile, Ron was feeling a bit embarrassed. Like Harry, he wasn't a poor student, but he was just an average performer. He hated having to do homework every day after classes.
With these two types of quills, think of all the time he could save to play Wizard's Chess! Unfortunately, Ron was a bit strapped for cash; his weekly allowance from home was only a handful of Sickles, and he had to borrow maps from Harry. Buying quills was out of the question for him.
Noticing his friend's plight, Harry whispered, "You don't need to buy them; I can lend them to you later."
"Thanks," Ron replied gratefully.
Wayne was pleased too. Quills are easily worn out, and a typical young witch or wizard might need a new quill every three terms. If two people are using them, they would wear out even faster, and Harry would likely come back to buy more.
As for whether Harry could afford them, Wayne didn't worry at all. Besides being known as the Chosen One, Harry would soon have another illustrious title: Heir to the Inheritance!
The Potter family is an old one, with a respectable amount of money in their vault, all kept within reasonable limits. When Sirius passes away, the Black family's inheritance will also fall to Harry—this is one of the most significant and wealthiest families of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, richer than the Malfoys.
He could send a Firebolt as a gift without batting an eye, proving just how well-off he was.
Then there's Snape. As much as Snape seems to dislike Harry now, he still has to consider that he is Lily's child. Snape's inheritance would eventually go to Harry as well. A master potion-maker must have substantial assets, which goes without saying.
With these three substantial inheritances lined up, Harry's future looks decidedly prosperous in the wizarding world.
Harry, in high spirits, shared amusing stories from his Quidditch training, completely unaware that Wayne had set his sights on this lucrative target.
"George and Fred almost drove Wood crazy; they're like two human-shaped bludgers, just not taking anything seriously," he said.
Hermione, who didn't quite get Quidditch, listened intently. "Harry, you must win the House Cup! The point differential with the other houses is too large."
Winning the Quidditch Cup would net his house an additional one hundred and fifty points, which is why Hermione was so concerned.
Harry's expression dropped: "I'll do my best, but it's my first year…"
Then he became agitated again. "It's all Snape's fault. I honestly don't know what I did to provoke him; he's always deducting points from me."
Hagrid, who had been smiling, suddenly looked a bit uneasy. "Harry, after all, Snape is your professor; you need to show some respect."
"I'm just speaking the truth!" Harry insisted stubbornly. "In Potions class last week, he deducted twenty points for nothing!"
Harry then turned to Wayne, complaining, "Wayne, your advice isn't working; I tried not looking at him, but Snape seemed even angrier."
"What exactly happened? Tell me," Wayne said, perked up.
With a grimace on his face, Harry explained the situation. Normally, Snape would always seek trouble; every time Harry stared back defiantly, Snape would make some sarcastic remark, and that would be that.
During the last Potions class, recalling Wayne's advice, he kept his head down, ignoring Snape's provocations and just focused on brewing.
As a result, Snape deducted twenty points for what he deemed disrespect, and then deducted another ten from Neville.
Wayne nearly doubled over with laughter but maintained an air of serious contemplation on his face. Of course, Snape would be most annoyed by the one thing he valued most: those eyes identical to Lily's. If you avoid looking at him, he would indeed be furious.
"This is a tough spot, Harry," Wayne said, smacking his lips. "It seems Snape really does have it out for you."
"Why not send him a gift for Christmas to smooth things over? After all, you'll be stuck in Potions class until fifth year."
Harry thought that made sense. "What should I get him?"
"How about shampoo?" Wayne suggested. "Just look at his greasy hair; he probably hasn't washed it in ages. Some shampoo would be quite fitting."
"Is that really useful?" Harry asked skeptically. "He's a professor; surely he can afford shampoo."
"Well, being a master potion-maker, it's not unusual to overlook such small details," Wayne joked. "Maybe he simply forgot or was too lazy to buy it himself."
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