Quidditch matches at Hogwarts School are usually scheduled for Saturdays.

The four houses are divided into two groups, with one match played between Halloween and Christmas.

Another match is played with the groups switched between Christmas and Easter.

After Easter is the final, played by the top two teams from the previous four matches.

Today was Harry's first match, and it was Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Perhaps it was because Harry had listened to Chen Yu's advice yesterday, but Harry had a very good appetite today.

He wolfed down bread, milk, and sausages, his eating style quite similar to Chen Yu's.

Chen Yu even had to remind Harry that eating too much was not conducive to performing at his best.

At ten o'clock, Chen Yu, Ron, and his two twin brothers met at the entrance to the Hogwarts kitchen.

The four of them pushed a trolley into the kitchen.

The trolley was the small cart Ron had asked Harry to have Hagrid make for them when they were selling skewers before, and Chen Yu had simply used a duplication charm to create three more.

A duplication charm can create identical physical objects, but the items duplicated by the charm will not contain any magic and have a time limit.

Once the magic in a duplicated item is depleted, the duplicate will disappear.

Therefore, for most wizards, items duplicated by a duplication charm are worthless.

There was once a wizard who wanted to duplicate Galleons, but let alone Galleons, even duplicated copper knuts could be spotted by other wizards at a glance.

Because whether it's Galleons, silver sickles, or copper knuts, they are all made by goblins, and a goblin secret method is added during the manufacturing process, so there is no fear of a wizard using a duplication charm to disrupt the currency of the magical world.

“Let me see, bertie bott's every flavor beans, fizzing whizbees, chocolate frogs, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum... Wow, and butterbeer!”

Fred picked up two bottles of butterbeer, pressed them to his face, and said with a look of intoxication, “George, it’s been a long time since we’ve had butterbeer.”

George made the same gesture: “You’re right, Fred, it’s been a week since we secretly used the tunnel to go to the Three Broomsticks for a beer.”

Ron looked at his brothers, who were in a state of intoxication, opened his mouth, organized his words, and then turned to Chen Yu, saying a bit awkwardly, “Chen Yu, although butterbeer has a very low alcohol content and tastes very good, like a drink, I don’t think Professor McGonagall would agree to us selling it on the pitch, and she might even confiscate it.”

“Hogwarts prohibits underage wizards from drinking alcohol.”

To add persuasiveness, Ron even used himself as an example: “Before, when we were home for Christmas, Mum never let Ginny and me touch butterbeer, saying we were too young and underage drinking was prohibited. She didn't let Fred and George drink it either, but they always managed to sneak some, and they never left any for Ginny and me.”

Chen Yu hadn't noticed this; he thought butterbeer was just soda with whipped cream, not an alcoholic beverage.

He didn't expect that in the magical world, it was actually alcohol, not a drink.

Now he was stuck with it.

You know, a cup of butterbeer at the Hog's Head Inn costs 2 sickles.

He had Dora buy 100 bottles from Hogsmeade, and they even gave him a discount out of respect for Hogwarts, but even so, it cost Chen Yu a huge sum of 11 Galleons.

Alas, starting a business is not easy, a wizard sighs.

Chen Yu sighed; if he couldn't sell it, he couldn't sell it. He could just secretly drink it slowly later.

Anyway, it was only 11 galleons; after the semester, he would go to Diagon Alley, sell the Acromantula venom he had, and these 11 Galleons would be a drop in the bucket.

Despite the poor start, Chen Yu quickly adjusted his mindset.

He waved to Ron and said, “Never mind, if we can’t sell it on the Quidditch Pitch, then we can’t. I’ll just keep it and drink it myself slowly.”

Hearing Chen Yu's words, Fred and George exchanged glances and said in unison, “Who says if you can’t sell it on the Quidditch Pitch, you can’t sell it elsewhere?”

George explained, “Many younger and middle-year students in the school like to drink butterbeer; we can totally secretly sell it to them.”

“Then how much do you plan to sell it for?”

“Needless to say, double the price, of course! After all, it’s contraband, so the price must be higher than normal!”

Good heavens, Chen Yu didn't expect the Weasley brothers to already have the potential to be unscrupulous merchants.

“Leave 10 bottles for my own use; you guys handle the rest.”

“Yes, boss!”

The two brothers put their right hands together, fingers touching their temples, and simultaneously stomped their left feet, saluting seriously as if receiving an order.

But within two seconds, they showed their true colors, giggling as they went to see what other “treasure snacks” Chen Yu had prepared.

George opened a wooden barrel, which was full of golden popcorn, emitting the sweet fragrance of corn: “I’ve seen this at Muggle football fields; I think it’s called popcorn. I’ll try it. Hmm~ it tastes good!”

Chen Yu followed behind, explaining, “The raw material cost for this popcorn is very low, and there’s no technical difficulty. Later, we can sell it for 15 knuts a paper bucket at the pitch.”

Ron opened a wooden barrel, inside which were rows of deep brown, strip-shaped food items, with a slight layer of oil on their surface, emitting a rich aroma.

Ron had never seen such food, but just by smelling it, he felt saliva starting to flow from his mouth. He quickly wiped his mouth and asked, “Chen Yu, what delicious thing is this?”

“Spicy strips.”

“Could it be another mysterious oriental specialty food? Can I try some?”

“Of course.”

Seeing Chen Yu nod, Ron eagerly and carefully picked up one with his fingers and put it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

Ron took a bite and first felt the crispness of the spicy strip, then a sweet and spicy aroma burst from his taste buds.

Ron took a sharp breath: “Hiss~, so spicy.”

Chen Yu quickly handed Ron a glass of milk from the kitchen. After Ron gulped down two mouthfuls of milk, he asked Chen Yu again, “Can I have another one?”

Before Chen Yu could answer, Ron impatiently picked up three more spicy strips and put them into his mouth.

Seeing their younger brother eat with such relish, George and Fred also imitated him, picking up a spicy strip to taste.

Then the first, the second, the third... Seeing the three of them with greasy mouths, Chen Yu had to make them stop.

Feeling the burning pain on their tongues, Ron, George, and Fred quickly chugged milk.

“Chen Yu, how did you do it? This thing called spicy strips is simply too delicious, almost like it has a love potion added to it, making people unable to stop. I think I’m going to fall in love with this taste. Its texture is very unique, and I dare say this thing will definitely become popular at Hogwarts!”

Fred and George's eyes lit up, as if they had discovered a new business opportunity.

Ron mumbled from the side, “It’s delicious, it’s delicious, but my tongue hurts after eating it. This reminds me of when Fred and George tricked me into eating Acid Pops, and it burned a hole in my tongue. I’m starting to wonder if my tongue has a hole in it now too.”

Hearing Ron’s words, the Weasley twins exchanged glances and suggested to Chen Yu, “How about we add some magic to this food? For example, adding our Skiving Snackbox to the spicy strips, it’s guaranteed to make those Little Wizards love and hate them.”

“Hold on a second, let’s establish the brand effect first and promote the spicy strips. After that, you can do whatever you want. Oh, by the way, I’ll give you the recipe for the spicy strips later; you guys can figure out the rest.”

Chen Yu had originally planned to promote spicy strips throughout Hogwarts, but if Fred and George messed with them like this, wouldn't that... make it even more anticipated.