40 And You My Friend, You Are The Real Rich Man

Hufflepuff has a role in the British magical world that can be compared to the chastity arch in ancient society.

When it comes to Hufflepuff, some may describe them as stupid, slow to react, and with average academic performance. However, if you accuse them of cheating, lying, nine out of ten people will condemn you.

This is the mark of loyalty.

The Hufflepuff loyalty is highly valued by individuals like Hagrid.

"Come in," Hagrid said.

Hagrid opened the door and Wayne walked in, releasing Yaya from his grip despite Yaya's disapproving gaze.

The bonfire in the fireplace burned brightly, filling the room with warmth. Although there was a small stool in the room, there was no table, but Wayne didn't mind and sat on the stool directly.

Hagrid was sitting on his bed.

"Um... Lawrence, what did you need to see me about?" Hagrid asked.

"Just call me Wayne." Wayne made up an excuse: "I heard Harry talk about you. He said you are a very good and enthusiastic person. So when I have a problem, you're the first person I think of."

Wayne wasn't afraid of Hagrid and his conversation with Harry. While Harry did mention Hagrid, he didn't say too much. With Harry's mindset, even if Hagrid hadn't been mentioned, Wayne could have fooled him into thinking he had forgotten.

The hybrid giant showed an embarrassed smile upon hearing Wayne's compliments and Harry's mention of him to his friends. It made him very happy.

His previously business-like attitude suddenly became enthusiastic.

The giant stood up and went to the fireplace, bringing back a thirty-inch iron plate and a cloth bag. The bag opened, and numerous candies spilled out.

"Eat some candy and try my salt-crust strudel. I made it this morning," Hagrid said.

Wayne picked up the candy with a smile but didn't express gratitude for the cake. It looked harder than bricks.

"Do you need my help? But I won't help you if it breaks the school rules," Hagrid warned, rubbing his hands.

"Of course not. I just need some materials to make some potions," Wayne reassured, waving his hand and discreetly spitting out the candy. It was too sweet.

"That's a relief," Hagrid exclaimed, slapping his chest loudly. "What do you need? I'll get it for you if I can."

"That's great," Wayne said happily, expressing his needs.

Bird feathers, hippogriff feathers, unicorn hairs, Tebo warthog bones.

"That's it," Hagrid confirmed. "Any specific quantity or just a small amount?"

"Well, a small amount will do. It's just for practice," Wayne replied, casually glancing at Hagrid."It would be great if we could obtain the venom of the Acromantula," Hagrid suggested with a frown. "I have all the other ingredients, but I currently don't have the Acromantula venom. However, when I go to Hogsmeade another day, I will help you find it."

"Go ahead and eat first, I'll go to the cellar and gather the remaining ingredients," Hagrid responded.

Wayne was taken aback when he caught sight of Hagrid's massive frame as he left the room.

Hagrid's recent actions came across as more genuine than Wayne had anticipated. Hagrid had just claimed that he would search for the Acromantula venom in Hogsmeade, but it seemed like he was pretending. Perhaps, he didn't want Wayne to know about the dangerous creatures lurking in the Forbidden Forest.

This bit of cunning on Hagrid's part slightly altered Wayne's perception of him.

This situation served as a reminder for everyone that they shouldn't underestimate Hagrid and should adjust their expectations accordingly.

About ten minutes later, Hagrid returned, carrying a large sack with him.

"See if these are enough. If they aren't, I can go to the Forbidden Forest and gather more," Hagrid offered.

Wayne took the sack from Hagrid, opened it, and fell silent immediately. It was filled to the brim with a mishmash of feathers, bones, and hairs, appearing more like trash than anything else.

The snow-white hairs were balled up, and Wayne immediately recognized them as unicorn hairs. Wizards with some common sense understood the value of such items.

The highest quality unicorn hairs could be sold for five galleons each for wand-making purposes. Even the lower quality feathers had their uses in beauty potions. A sack containing a dozen hairs would go for around ten galleons.

There must have been dozens of sacks filled with Hagrid's collection of unicorn hairs.

Together with the other items, this large sack alone was worth several hundred galleons, if not more.

Wayne couldn't help but see Hagrid in a new light. This was a true wealthy individual!

"Is this not enough?" Hagrid scratched his head in distress upon observing Wayne's lack of response. "Well, if that's the case, I'll have to search the Forbidden Forest for more."

"No, no, this is more than enough for me to practice," Wayne hurriedly assured him.

The bounty he had received far exceeded his expectations and would last him well beyond Christmas.

"Thank you so much, Hagrid," Wayne expressed his gratitude.

The giant smiled appreciatively. "No problem at all. If you ever need anything in the future, just come find me. I have no use for these things."

Hagrid's statement wasn't unfounded, as Wayne had just witnessed him with a blanket made entirely of unicorn hairs.

What a waste of natural resources!

Determined to maintain a positive relationship with his supplier of raw materials, Wayne took out the gifts he had prepared in advance.

"The house-elves mentioned that you also take care of the school's vegetable garden. These potions are meant to ward off garden goblins and act as insecticides. Please accept them."

"Excellent!" Hagrid responded happily.

Hagrid's eyes lit up, "Those goblins and vixens are annoying me to death. You are such a big help, Wayne."

"We are friends, right?"

All of a sudden, the hybrid giant was so moved that he burst into tears.

...

Thanks to Hagrid's kindness, Wayne left the cabin carrying the sack and rock cakes.

Walking back to the Hufflepuff common room, Cedric happened to be watering the plants when he noticed Wayne with his large bag.

"Did you go for a robbery?"

Wayne's expression remained unchanged: "No, I just chatted with my friends and received some souvenirs as gifts."

"What souvenir?"

"Here, take this cake." Wayne handed over the box containing the cakes and continued walking back to the dormitory.

When I opened the box, I saw that it was indeed a stuffed cake, and it was still steaming.

As a Hufflepuff, Cedric took a bite without hesitation.

"Ouch! My teeth!"