When Qin Yu saw George and Fred lugging a huge barrel of fermented apple mash off to feed some magical beast, he realized he could no longer keep track of all the twins' wild schemes.
Watching the industrious Weasley brothers, Hagrid couldn't help but sigh, "If only they didn't spend all their time scheming to sell bits and pieces off magical creatures for a bit of gold, I'd really like those two."
"Heh." Qin Yu couldn't help but twitch a smile.
It was true—the Weasley twins were sharp as tacks, quick to pick up anything. After half a year tagging along with Hagrid, they knew the ins and outs of the Forbidden Forest's magical creatures as well as anyone.
If only their motives were pure, Hagrid would have happily taken them as confidants—friends across the years.
Alas, Uncle Hagrid had put his faith in the wrong place.
"Oh, by the way, we've sold off most of the Acromantula venom now. There's a fair bit of gold saved up. When should we split it?" The big man suddenly remembered.
They'd never really divided up the profits. Occasionally, someone would take a bit for expenses, but no one kept strict accounts. Not that Qin Yu was short on cash himself.
"How much is there?" Qin Yu asked, curious.
"Couple thousand Galleons, give or take. I'm not sure exactly," Hagrid replied offhandedly.
He never cared much about the numbers.
"Didn't expect it'd be that much… Well, once George and Fred get back, let's split it up!" Qin Yu beamed.
People don't love money for its own sake—it's the satisfaction of seeing your hard work turn into gleaming gold. After all this effort, the joy of dividing up the spoils was its own reward.
When George and Fred returned and heard there'd be a payout, they were over the moon. They knew exactly how much they'd made—more than their parents had managed in years!
If there'd been broomsticks nearby, the twins would have flown seven laps around the castle, then gone to whack the Whomping Willow for good measure.
…
Clatter!
Clatter!
Hagrid upended two buckets of gold coins onto the floor with a casual ease.
The twins had long since grumbled about Hagrid's slapdash approach to storing money. After all, dumping a fortune into a couple of old wooden buckets was a bit much.
But in time, they'd gotten used to it. No one in their right mind would try to steal from Hagrid, especially with his massive dog standing guard.
And no, not Fluffy the three-headed dog—just a very large, very ordinary hound. Fluffy, of course, was stashed away in the Forbidden Forest. Qin Yu had only glimpsed him once or twice; the twins, on the other hand, sometimes helped Hagrid feed him when he was away.
Qin Yu flicked his wand and murmured a spell. Instantly, the mountain of Galleons stacked itself into neat piles of one hundred each.
Hagrid and the twins watched, impressed.
The charm Qin Yu used was a standard household organizing spell—Molly Weasley used it all the time for tidying up the kitchen. Using it for counting gold? Ingenious. Why hadn't they thought of that? Then again, none of them had ever expected to see so much money in one place.
"Twenty-four stacks and eighty-six extra coins. That's 2,486 Galleons!" While the others were still gawking, Qin Yu had already finished counting.
Of course, it wasn't just Acromantula venom profits—there were other side hustles in the mix.
"Wow!" "That's loads!"
"Never seen so much in my life!"
The twins and Hagrid could only stare in awe.
Especially George and Fred—the Weasleys might be an ancient family, but they'd always been poor. Even their textbooks were hand-me-downs from Bill and Charlie.
"I suggest we split 2,400 Galleons evenly, and keep the remaining 86 for expenses," Qin Yu proposed.
"Fine by me," Hagrid agreed instantly. He never fussed over details—just happy to have a share.
His only plan was to buy a new moleskin coat, some rabbit-fur gloves, and a pair of beaver-fur boots. His old set was falling apart. Not urgent, but it was nice to dream.
The twins exchanged a glance, then Fred spoke up, "George and I talked it over—we think the money should be split three ways."
"Three ways?" Qin Yu blinked, but quickly caught their meaning.
"Why three? Aren't there four of us?" Hagrid was completely lost.
"It's about how much work and contribution everyone made!" George explained.
"Yeah—Qin did the most. If he hadn't killed those Acromantulas, we'd never have gotten all that venom," Fred added.
They didn't know exactly how Qin Yu had done it, but they respected his secret. Bringing it up now was just to show they hadn't forgotten who made it all possible.
"And Hagrid—he did all the running around, delivering goods to Diagon Alley and making the deals. That counts for a lot," George added.
"Ah, well, I just like going to Diagon Alley. Always manage to sneak in a pint," Hagrid chuckled.
Everyone laughed.
"As for us, we just bottled the venom, sorted the goods, wrote a few letters. Nowhere near what you two did," Fred admitted.
"No, no, no! I couldn't do what you lads do. I reckon you did more than me—and it mattered more!" Hagrid insisted.
Dealing with people was never his strong suit.
"I think what you did was important, too," Qin Yu said sincerely.
The twins looked pleased—especially to hear it from Qin Yu.
"Well, if you both say so, we'll take our third with a clear conscience," George grinned.
"Fine, if you insist, three ways it is," Qin Yu agreed. Fair shares for fair work—a healthy way to do business, and a sign of respect.
With Qin Yu's blessing, the twins were delighted.
So, the four of them divided the Galleons into three equal piles.
2,400 was a lovely number—divisible by both four and three. The math gods smiled.
…
Once the money was split, George and Fred started counting by hand. Unlike Qin Yu, they didn't use magic—counting by hand just felt better.
When they'd finished, they took fifty coins each for pocket money, then handed the remaining 750 Galleons to Hagrid to deposit at Gringotts.
Qin Yu did the same—kept a handful, left the rest with Hagrid.
So, in the end, all the gold went right back into those battered old buckets.
But it didn't matter. They were all in high spirits.
"Now we can buy Ron a brand-new set of books!" George whispered gleefully.
"Forget books—new or old, it's all the same. Better get him some new robes. Bill's are falling apart, and Ron hates them," Fred replied.
"And a new wand! Mum's always saying she'll get him one when Charlie graduates, and leave the old one for Ron. But Charlie's wand is so worn, the unicorn hair's poking out. It'll snap any day now," George added.
"Yeah, Ron's getting a new wand—no question," Fred nodded.
"Let's not tell him. We'll buy everything secretly, and on the first day of term, surprise him! Has to be a secret till the very last day!" George smirked.
"Brilliant! I can already see his face—he'll probably burst into tears! I can't wait!" Fred laughed.
Listening to the twins plot their little brother's fate, Qin Yu could only shake his head and sigh. Poor Ron.
But then again, thanks to his own arrival in this world, Ron's life had changed for the better—new wand, new robes. That thought brought Qin Yu a small measure of comfort.
Yeah.
…
…
Busy days passed quickly at Hogwarts. The money split in Hagrid's hut was just a small episode in Qin Yu's bustling life.
April rolled in, and with it, another epic Quidditch match—Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. Once again, Qin Yu dazzled on the pitch.
"Qin is our king!" The chant rang out over the stadium, echoing in every heart.
This time, Fred played Beater alongside Qin Yu—he and George had agreed to take turns. Last time, George had his moment; now it was Fred's turn to shine.
Hufflepuff's star was Cedric Diggory. He threw himself into the game, risking Bludgers to chase the Golden Snitch. He didn't catch it, but his courage left a mark on everyone watching.
Before this, Cedric had organized several friendly matches between the two houses. Both teams learned from each other—Cedric even figured out a way to break Qin Yu's "double-beater feint," while Gryffindor found Hufflepuff's weak spots and developed new tactics.
This kind of rivalry was healthy—it made both teams stronger.
"Qin, we've got a trick up our sleeve. You'll be shocked on the pitch!" Cedric had teased during one friendly.
"Haha, you think we don't have any tricks of our own?" Qin Yu had laughed back.
In the end, their "tricks" just meant going all out—Quidditch was all about guts and glory.
The match was a bruising, beautiful brawl. By the end, everyone was battered and grinning. Both teams gathered afterward for a party, draining two barrels of Hagrid's best butterbeer. Cedric clinked mugs with Qin Yu again and again—if there'd been any alcohol, he'd have been under the table.
After all this time, Qin Yu could tell: Cedric was honest, open, and utterly without guile—a true friend. Why else would he agree to all those pre-game friendlies?
Hufflepuff's Quidditch team, sharpened by Gryffindor's training, managed a draw with Slytherin in their next match—losing only in overtime. Proof enough of their new strength.
…
Life at Hogwarts was sweet, but the world outside was far from peaceful. Beneath the calm, dark currents stirred—rumors of Death Eaters and the Grindelwald Army reached Qin Yu's ears, mostly through Hagrid.
"Dumbledore asked me to keep an ear out for news and opinions when I'm in Diagon Alley," Hagrid confided one day, worry creasing his brow. "Truth is, plenty of folks think Grindelwald's old ideas made sense. Lots of wizards hate hiding because of the Statute of Secrecy." He added, "Dumbledore told me not to mention any of this to you. Says you're too young, shouldn't get mixed up in dangerous business."
"Thank you, Hagrid. And thank Dumbledore for me, too," Qin Yu replied earnestly.
He didn't see the old headmaster often, but he felt the man's quiet protection—an unselfish care that warmed Qin Yu's heart.
Of course, there wasn't much he could do right now. All he could do was study magic, grow stronger, and one day be someone who could protect himself—and others.
As spring drew to a close, Professor Swinton called Qin Yu to his office after class, brimming with excitement.
The other students, seeing the star pupil summoned, whispered that Qin must be getting some special one-on-one coaching again.
If Qin Yu could have heard their thoughts, he'd have coughed up blood and chased down Elvis—the worst offender—for a sound beating.
But it was all in good fun.
Everyone was just curious about the school's golden boy. As class ended, Qin Yu left the room under a sea of curious gazes and headed for the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
——Dimensional Wall——
Late update, missed my check-in. Spent the whole day worrying about how to speed up the timeline without rushing the story—hard work for your resident Fat Tiger…
The term's nearly over, but there are still a few things to wrap up.
And, well, twenty thousand reads and only a hundred gifts—honestly, you don't need to spend money, just click the free one. Your little gesture helps keep this small author fed. If I could write more, I would, but sometimes I sit for hours and barely manage a few lines. Makes me want to punch myself, but that wouldn't help… Anyway, enough rambling. Off to sleep. You all rest early, too.