I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 18 Marauder's Map
"Which one are you going to choose?"

Ian stood in the middle of the store, looked at John and the others and asked.

"Um"

John looked around, weighing carefully.

A shelf in good condition means higher sales, more Galleons.

Must be chosen carefully.

John thought for a while, and pointed to the shelf not far from the inner shelf and said.

"How about that?"

The shelf is oval in shape as a whole, and the countertops on which the goods are placed extend downward like steps, with a total of four floors.

There is also a tall platform in the middle, which is suitable for placing signs for them.

And the location is superior, you can see it as soon as you enter the door, and you have to pass by when you check out.

Those customers may look happy, and they will add something to their shopping bags as they walk.

"That!" Ian's face changed slightly, that was his highest-selling shelf!

"Is that too small?" Ian pressed John's shoulder, turned him around, pointed to the shelf in front of him and said, "What do you think of that? It's big enough, your products Let go!"

"Grandpa, we have very few things, the shelf just now is enough, don't worry!"

John only glanced at it briefly, and dismissed Ian's words as wind.

That shelf is big enough to put the three of them on it for sale.

But it has a fatal flaw, it is obscured by the front shelf, which makes the view very poor.

Few people go there unless they are looking for it or are idle.

Didn't you see the spider webs all over it?
"you"

Just as Ian opened his mouth, John interrupted him with a smile: "Grandpa, I can go back on what I promised."

"No, it's hard to follow a gentleman's word!" Ian said with his eyes wide open.

John looked at Ian with a smile, and raised his hand to compare his height: "I'm a villain, not a gentleman, so I can!"

"All right, all right, that shelf belongs to you!"

Ian was at a loss for words, waved his hand in agreement with John, turned around and walked towards the studio with his head down.

The slightly scattered hair swayed gently with the airflow, and his footsteps were slow. Ian was like a candle flickering in the cold wind, which made people feel inexplicably desolate.

"Grandpa," John said.

Ian stopped in his tracks, the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily, and his heart blossomed with joy.

how?

Do you feel sorry for me, should you return that shelf to me?
Sure enough, he is still my good grandson!
Ian quietly put away the magic wand that was stirring the airflow, resisted the excitement in his heart and turned around slowly, with sad frustration on his face, and said in a weak tone: "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's okay, I just want to ask, how much did I sell for the things I made during the time I was away?" John said.

Ian's mood fell from a high mountain to a valley in an instant. He took a deep breath and said angrily: "No! None of them were sold!"

"Don't lie to me!" John raised his eyes to the side, there was an empty seat, and the things he made were placed there.

"I said nothing!" Ian said loudly.

"Grandpa." John reminded him kindly, "I am your grandson, and you will need me to accompany you when you go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds in the future!"

Ian was stuck at the origin by John's words. After a while, he walked in front of John angrily, counted a handful of Galleons from his bag, and threw them into John's hands.

"Give you, give you, give you everything, not a lot!"

John held Jin Gallon in his hands, "Thank you, Grandpa!"

Ian snorted, walked back without saying a word, his steps were extremely fast, and he was no longer as depressed as before.

The main reason is that he gave John less metal Galleon, in case John would react and ask him for it again.

Of course, John also knew that he didn't know how much he could sell for the things he made and the price he set.

Ian was not exposed only because he went to school in the future, and their things still needed Ian's help to sell them.

He still can distinguish between temporary gains and losses and long-term gains.

"The rest is up to you." John said, looking at Fred and George.

"No problem!" Fred and George straightened up and saluted.

"Then I'll go to work first."

John walked briskly to the studio. He had one more thing to work on before school started.

If it is late, the benefits will not be high.

When he arrived at the studio, John took out a piece of parchment from his bag. There were some dirty marks on it, and it looked quite old.

It doesn't look like much, but it's Fred and George's baby, a guarantee for their night out at Hogwarts against lawlessness.

John spread it out on the table, and according to Fred, touched the parchment lightly with his wand and said, "I solemnly swear that I have done no good!"

The parchment received the correct magic password, and the spell cast on it began to take effect.

Inky lines like spider webs spread from the end of John's wand to the surroundings, covering the entire parchment.

Then a few lines of big green characters appeared:

Auxiliary Supplies for Magical Mischief Makers
Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Arrow Fork, gentlemen

Proudly presenting the map.

The map is quite detailed, and there are some ink dots, with small tails hanging beside it, marking the person's name.

"It's awesome!" John looked at the Marauder's Map and couldn't help sighing.

I don't know how Sirius and the others did it.

The Marauder's Map will not only change with the changing stairs of Hogwarts, but also correctly identify everyone, no matter whether this person is an Animagus, whether he has taken the compound soup potion, or whether he has used the invisibility cloak, even if Hogwarts Gwartz's ghost will also appear on the map.

It can be said to be an artifact.

If Filch can use this map, I believe that Hogwarts' night tour tradition will be greatly impacted, and Gryffindor's hourglass will soon be spotless.

John wants to copy the Marauder's Map, he doesn't require the copy to have the same function as the Marauder's Map, as long as it can display the map of Hogwarts.

That way he could make a fortune when school starts, because finding the right classroom among the ever-changing stairwells can be tricky.

Those freshmen will definitely be willing to pay this sum of money.

John was full of confidence, and after feeding the little dragon with the Golden Gallon that Ian gave him, the feeling of full IQ returned to him.

He picked up "Things You Don't Know About Magic Patterns", "Master of Magic Patterns: From Beginning to Mastery", "Have You Learned Magic Patterns Today?" "

Although the names of these books are very perfunctory, the content is quite complicated and obscure.

It feels like the cover is painted with cartoon pictures, but you open it happily and find that it is written in algebra.

Normally, John would never open them, and they are too hard to use as pillows.

But under the influence of money, the usual obscure content quickly became as simple as one plus one equals two.

John glanced over the pages of the book, and his brain was running at high speed like a sophisticated computer, trying his best to sort out and analyze the information in the book.

He wanted to assemble a perfect set of magic patterns and copy the Marauder's Map before school started.

(End of this chapter)