Weasley is our king at Hogwarts

The tall boy with short silver hair said coldly, "I want a cup of butterbeer."

Fred could see him wearing Slytherin's house uniform, could he be another troublemaker?

"Don't you know that first-year students can't buy butterbeer at all? It's impossible for an adult to sell it to first-year students!" Li Jordan was the first to jump up, "Ignore him, Fred, he's just a fool! "

However, the corners of the tall boy with short silver hair raised his mouth slightly, "Ha~ I thought you were so awesome, but you couldn't even get a cup of butterbeer!" The tall boy with short silver hair chuckled and turned around to leave.

Fred chuckled and shouted, "Hey, who is that? I didn't say you couldn't get it. The key is, can you afford the travel expenses?"

The tall boy with short silver hair stopped leaving, turned around, and said with twinkling eyes, "I don't have much money, but I can tell you a way to make money!" He waved lightly to Fred. He waved his hand, indicating that he wanted to talk to Fred alone.

Fred didn't believe it, but he still walked over and talked with the tall boy with short silver hair in the distant corridor.

"Tell me? What's the way to make money?" Fred asked impatiently.

"The way I'm talking about making money is if you can really get butterbeer!" The tall boy with short silver hair stared at Fred and continued after making sure that Fred's eyes were not averted.

"A cup of butterbeer can be sold for 2 Silver Sickles, but if you can get it in the school, I can sell it for 3 times the price! Maybe even higher! If you can get a barrel! Think about it yourself. How much!"

"And I have ready sales channels! If you can provide butterbeer, I will give you a share! 3%!" The tall boy with short silver hair held out three fingers and said confidently.

"You're 3%!" Fred waved his hand and opened the hand of the tall boy with short silver hair.

"I mean you got 3%!" The tall boy with short silver hair thought Fred had heard wrongly and emphasized again that it was Fred who got 3%.

Fred doesn't think so. The role he plays here is the most tiring and dangerous, so he must get more!He emphasized his tone and said sternly, "I mean 7% for me and 3% for you!"

"You! Are you kidding me? Are you selling cup by cup without me? There is a risk of being discovered by the professor!" The tall boy with short silver hair stretched out his index finger and pointed at Fred's chest fiercely.

"Hey, you can't say that, young man, without my beer supply, what are you going to sell?" Fred chuckled, this man was thinking shit.

"4%! I'll give you 4%! No more!" The tall boy with short silver hair waved his hand back with his index finger spread out.

"8%!" Fred said calmly, looking at the tall boy with short silver hair with a smile.

"Fuck you Merlin, your ancestor! Do you still want to talk?! 5%! Just 5%!" The tall boy with short silver hair was furious and kicked the wall next to Fred hard.

"9%!" Fred yawned and looked at the tall boy with short silver hair quietly.

"6%! 6%! Okay!" The tall boy with short silver hair flipped around and jumped in a circle and shouted.

"Deal! I don't know what to call you, sir?" Fred stretched out his hand to shake hands and seal the deal. If he pressed further, Fred was afraid that the man would go crazy.

"Davis, Anthony Davis." The tall boy with short silver hair was stunned. Fred actually agreed?He thought Fred would say 10%, so he stretched out his hand, the redness on his face gradually faded, and shook Fred's hand solemnly.

"Okay, Mr. Davis, let me think about it. Tomorrow Wednesday, I have classes all day, Thursday and Friday too. Is it okay on the weekend? I will bring butterbeer to Hogwarts on the weekend. Can you contact me in the auditorium?" Fred carefully thought about the course schedule for the next few days and made the best choice.

"Then it's best! The price of butterbeer can be higher on weekends!" Davis said, touching his short silver hair.

"Then, we'll see." Fred nodded toward Davis.

Davis also nodded and walked away.

Fred looked at Davis's back and shouted, "Mr. Davis, remember I'm going to find out the price of your butterbeer! Don't even think about telling one thing and hiding another!"

Davis, a tall man in the distance, staggered and almost fell.

"Fred! Did you really agree to him?!" Li Jordan ran up quickly and asked Fred eagerly.

"I agreed." Fred looked at Li Qiaodan's worried look and laughed, comforting him, "Don't worry, I'm not asking for double compensation this time. It'll be fine if I don't get it."

Although he said so on the surface, Fred really wanted to get butterbeer, even if it was very difficult!After all, I only need to carry the butterbeer. If someone sells the butterbeer for me, it is equivalent to making money while lying down!If you don’t do this business, you’d be a fool!

Moreover, Fred did a simple calculation. According to Davis, a cup of Butterbeer, which originally cost 2 Silver Sickles, can be sold for 6 Silver Sickles. If he gets 2 Silver Sickles, it will be 9 Silver Sickles more. [-] cups is a gold galleon and many more silver coins!

Huge profits!Fred's mouth is watering just thinking about it!

Li Qiaodan became happy now, "I thought he wanted to buy other things, so I brought him to you. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. By the way, Alexander, what do you want to buy?" Fred looked at the unknown fat Hufflepuff Alexander next to him and asked.