Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons

George and Fred grew more excited as they spoke, their ideas becoming increasingly outrageous.

Hoare couldn't shake the feeling that if things really went that way, the wizarding world would either be filled with reclusive wizards or overworked laborers.@@novelbin@@

"If that's the case, no one would buy prank items anymore," Hoare interrupted the twins' joyful fantasies with a single sentence.

"What we're aiming for is a prank item shop, not a doll store."

Dolls were too easy to study; one could simply buy one and take it apart to examine the magic array inside.

Moreover, creating something that could truly replicate the original would be too costly in terms of research, and it might not even pay off in the future, making it not worth the effort.

Hoare estimated in his mind that at least until Voldemort and his followers were completely gone, there was no need to delve deeper into such research.

It was just asking for trouble.

"The materials don't need to be too good, the magic array should be inscribed at the center, and here, add another stroke to stack this spell. The abilities should also be weakened, and the usage limited," the cunning merchant Hoare was trying to lead his two older brothers astray.

George and Fred, with their identical heads, leaned in on either side of Hoare, watching as he skillfully carved lines onto a wooden board.

Each stroke was smooth and effortless, and when the final stroke was completed, a golden light flowed slowly along the lines, illuminating the entire pattern.