Chapter 39: Notes Publication (1/2)

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Around the same time Quinn started to dive into the Icy vault, he was visited by a student at the A.I.D office.

He was working in the workspace when he heard the over-the-door chime ring, followed by a voice, ”Is anyone here?”

”Yeah, please wait. Take a seat. I will be there in a moment,” said Quinn as he removed his work gloves and leather apron. He waved his hand over his workstation, making sure that everything was packed and arranged for him when he returned.

Quinn's clothes straightened them up as he walked towards the office door. When he entered the office, Quinn saw Padma Patil, a first-year Ravenclaw, sitting in the client chair.

”Welcome to the A.I.D office. How may I help you?” Quinn greeted her with a smile.

Quinn sat down on his chair and asked, ”Now that the standard greeting is out of the way. What can I do for you, Ms. Patil? This is your first time here at my office.”

Quinn already knew the British girl with Indian heritage because they were in the same house, and Quinn was just a year older than her. He had frequent communication with most of the Ravenclaw first-year students.

This year, Quinn had gained most of his business from the students from his own age and then from the new first years. Most older students still didn't treat Quinn's venture as a serious service because of Quinn's age.

Why would they go to a second-year who was still new to Hogwarts? This line of thought and the belief that they knew more than Quinn was why Quinn's A.I.D wasn't popular among the older students. And, Quinn had no intention to lord his actual knowledge and skills to the upperclassmen just so he could gain more business.

Padma Patil looked at Quinn and straightforwardly said, ”The final exams are coming in a few months, so I would like to have your first-year notes.”

”My notes?” asked Quinn. His expression was one of a mix of surprise and intrigue.

”Yes, your notes. I have heard that you scored more than a hundred percent on all subjects other than Potions and History of Magic. With your reputation, I think your notes would be a lot of help to me,” answered the studious of the Patil twins.

Quinn smiled and inquired, ”And, where did you learn this reputation of mine?”

”Professor Sprout told us during her Herbology lessons,” answered Padma.

Quinn nodded, though it slightly surprised him she didn't hear it from Professor Flitwick.

”Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Astronomy, and History of Magic,” listed Quinn. ”Seven first-year subjects, and you want notes on all these subjects.”

Padma nodded.

”I can arrange that. You will have my notes of all seven first-year subjects in your hands in a week's worth of time,” replied Quinn.

”And, how much will these notes cost me?” asked the Ravenclaw Patil. She had researched Quinn's service before coming to him. She knew he charged money for the help he provided, plus the card stated the terms themselves.

Quinn did some quick math in his head and answered, ”Five (5) sickles a subject, that makes thirty-five (35) sickles... so, two (2) galleons and one (1) sickle.”

Padma nodded and left after saying goodbye.

Quinn didn't move from his office chair for a long while, thinking about the job he had just taken.

'A great business opportunity has come to my doorstep. It would be a crime not to exploit this, wouldn't it?' thought Quinn.

”I can sell my notes to the entire first and second-year student population,” spoke Quinn.

Quinn knew of his reputation for being the smartest of his class, and his notes would be a huge commodity for students preparing for their end-of-year examinations.

”I have to thank Padma. There are still months before the exams, and even Ravenclaws haven't started going into the preparation mode. I still have a lot of time to advertise this,” said Quinn. If Padma Patil didn't come here, Quinn wouldn't have thought of this idea this year.

'But, then there is that problem,' sighed Quinn. While it sounded as easy as taking out his first-year notes and compiling them so anybody could read them, but the reality of it was rather different.

His notes weren't just from Hogwarts but from a boatload of different communities. They had a lot of viewpoints and information that wasn't taught in Hogwarts.

”I need to separate the Hogwarts material,” said Quinn, rubbing his forehead, ”That would take some time.”

End-of-year exam notes had to be short and concise. Quinn's actual notes were short and concise but on a different level; they weren't suitable for end-of-year examinations. Quinn's notes had information and knowledge from a boatload of various communities that would not help students in Hogwarts examinations.

”Plus, if these notes become popular, then they would most probably make their way to at least one of the teachers,” sighed Quinn.

Quinn needed to be very careful that something out of Hogwarts course books and Hogwarts library didn't make itself into his notes because teachers might see it, and they might notice the oddities.

”Keep the cards close to the chest... all about that long-term game,” murmured Quinn.

He stood up from his desk and exhaled, ”This is going to be a busy week.”

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Quinn stood in front of forty-nine stacked sheets of parchment paper, arranged neatly in the order of seven-by-seven. A fountain pen laid on every sheet of parchment paper.

He was standing in his workshop, and usually, there would be a center island table standing in the place of the stacks of paper, but that island table had been shrunk down and set on the side.

Quinn sat down in front of the stacks of parchments, took in deep breaths, and closed his eyes. Quinn appeared in his mindscape and stood in front of seven books. Seven books, set in a single shelf bookcase, in a room with nothing else inside.

These seven books were the essence of Quinn's knowledge of seven Hogwarts subjects with information from Hogwarts course books and Hogwarts library. He had sorted these seven books from his knowledge bank of Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Astronomy, and History of Magic.

He had carefully crafted these seven memory books and made sure that there was no extra knowledge from foreign communities.

The seven memory books radiated with light, and when Quinn opened his eyes, all forty-nine of the fountain pens suddenly stood up straight and started to write on sheets of parchments.

Quinn used every ounce of his Occlumency mastery of the efficiency aspect to control forty-nine different objects to perform complex tasks. Simultaneous multitasking was one of the Occlumency skills Quinn was working on, and this was a great way to practice that skill.

He allotted seven stacks of parchments to every subject, and the pens wrote notes on the parchments. The fountain pens wrote paragraphs, drew complex diagrams, and referenced every point for extra information and validation if required.

Little by little, Quinn got in the grove, and the pens began moving faster and faster. As the process became faster and faster, the sheets of parchments also changed quicker and quicker.

Quinn's eyes were now only showing white as the forty-nine pens wrote, wrote, and wrote.

After an unidentified amount of time, all the pens stopped and set themselves down on the few remaining sheets of parchments.

Quinn's eyes still showed white for at least a minute before the irises came back down to the front of the eyes, and Quinn started to badly cough as he leaned down to his side with one hand supported his body and the other hand on his chest.

”Th- *cough* *cough* this needs more work. Definitely needs more work,” coughed Quinn. He laid down on the floor and breathed heavily as his chest raised up and down.

He turned his head to the side and saw multiple stacks of parchments, more than the initial forty-nine stacks. There were hundreds of thin stacks of parchments lining the wide floor of Quinn's workshop.

”But, it was worth it,” he sighed, watching the sweet result of his work.

He turned his head to look up at the ceiling and sighed, ”Now, I have to do this once more for the second-year course.” Quinn groaned as he got up from the floor and groaned because of the slight headache.

He looked at the stacks and then at one of the tables on the side of the workshop, and thin post-it-sized slips flew to the hundreds of stacks. The thin post-it slips stuck to the stacks, and after all the parchment stacks were marked, with a snap of Quinn's finger, all the slips changed colors to one of the seven rainbow colors, each representing one of the subjects.

The marked stacks flew up in the air and arranged themselves into seven neat stacks for seven subjects.

Quinn yawned as he walked out of the workshop, ”I need a quick nap.”

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Three days before the deadline he gave to Padma Patil, Quinn entered the Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop in Hogsmeade. The shop was owned by the West family, and as the name suggested, it was a stationery store.

Quinn walked inside and approached the counter. He looked around and saw no one behind the counter. Looking down, he saw a bell, so he rang it and waited.

”I will be right there,” heard Quinn from a back room.

Quinn turned away from the counter and looked at the store. It was a simple store that sold rolls of parchments, quills, inks, notebooks, binding material, and all other kinds of charmed stationery material.

Quinn noticed things in the store that screamed business strategy to him.

'The Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop catered to Hogwarts students, but with no Hogsmeade weekend nearby, they reduced the section dedicated to Hogwarts to a small corner,' thought Quinn.

He looked around the store and saw the current ambiance of the store was catered to another audience. 'This seems more like a printing business rather than a stationery store.'

The majority of the store's adverts showed the different types of printing parchments, leather bindings, ink packages, charms the store offered that animated letters and drawings in books.

Seeing the store being run dynamically to the demand made him smile.