I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 41 Is it too late to vote now?
On the third day after school started, John and Fred held another sale together.

The business is not bad, and the props that are slightly more interesting are almost sold out.

After that, John and the others entered a relatively leisurely time.

Because the materials ordered by Fred and George have not arrived yet, and they also need to take a break for a while.

John finally had the same happy life as other ordinary Ravenclaw students.

Study in the classroom, go to the library to study, lie in the common room to study
Relying on the abundant Galleons in his hands, John's knowledge of magic and spells improved by leaps and bounds, and he gradually felt the joy of being a magician and a master of learning.

The sun was hanging in the sky just now, and the warm light spilled into the Transfiguration classroom through the window, covering John's whole body.

John stretched lazily, and Dennis next to him was waving his wand tirelessly, chanting words, but the match in front of him didn't change at all.

John sighed helplessly. Dennis was probably the slowest student in the class, and the others' matches had at least turned silver.

The key point is that Dennis is also super diligent. He can practice a transformation class from beginning to end.

But he just couldn't get the hang of it, the exact opposite of how he'd behaved in Potions.

"Your wrist isn't turning enough, and the arc of your wand is also faulty," John reminded.

With a sad face, Dennis looked at John pleadingly: "Give me another demonstration, John."

"Okay, I have to watch carefully this time!"

John picked up his wand and waved it in a signature gesture, muttering the incantation of Transfiguration.

The match on the table shook, as if peeling off the false skin, it quickly turned into a silver needle.

"Do you understand?" John asked, turning his head.

Dennis nodded, his mouth just opened to speak, but a serious voice suppressed him.

Professor McGonagall applauded and said: "Nice demonstration, Mr. Brock, because of your excellent performance, Ravenclaw will add ten points!"

"Thank you, Professor." John thanked politely.

Professor McGonagall looked at the time, looked around the crowd and said, "This is the end of today's transformation class. If you have any questions, you can ask John. He may be able to answer your questions."

"Okay, Professor."

After listening to Professor McGonagall, many Hufflepuff students looked at John, as if they were remembering his appearance, so they could find opportunities to ask questions later.

John is also wondering if he can take this opportunity to run a cram school?

Like Harry's Dumbledore's Army.

It's just that Harry's teaching is free, but his needs to be charged.

If feasible, he can also invite some senior students to teach.

This can not only help the students in the lower grades, especially those born in Muggle families, but also allow the educated people in the upper grades to earn extra money.

Win-win!
John thought he could go to Fred and George to discuss it.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that followed, John kept thinking and perfecting this plan, causing him to ignore the garlic smell emanating from Professor Quirrell.

Dennis was also worried about taking a class, because they were going to start flying lessons tomorrow morning, and he was a little nervous for a student like him who had never touched a broom.

He couldn't even imagine how to fly into the air with just a broom sweeping the floor.

If you accidentally drop it, will it immediately become a pile of parts?
Dennis kept imagining those terrible pictures in his mind, and Dennis felt that he had lost his appetite.

After eating three pies, two sausages, four chicken legs, and one steak at night, he felt that he was too full!

The next morning, John led Dennis leisurely to the place where the flight lessons were held.

Dennis followed John listlessly, with his head drooping, like a zombie that lost its soul.

"John," Dennis called feebly.

John turned and tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Will that broom hold my weight?"

Dennis patted his shaking stomach with a distressed face.

He wants to lose weight, but time is running out, if there is a way to lose weight in a second, it would be great.
John wanted to tease Dennis a few words, but seeing Dennis's frightened appearance, he was afraid that once he said something, Dennis would turn around and run away, so he would not go to class.

"Don't worry, even if you are twice as heavy, the broom will still move. You are absolutely safe."

John patted Dennis on the shoulder and comforted him.

"Really?"

John raised his hand and swore, "Of course, if I lie to you, Fred and George will be caught by Filch if they do something bad!"

"Okay, then I trust you."

Dennis took a deep breath, and walked out to the flat grass with John.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle.

Fred and George huddled behind a huge stone statue.

Fred looked towards the probe, but the students passing by outside didn't notice them.

"Joe" Fred suddenly sneezed violently, and a bad feeling inexplicably emerged in his heart.

Seems like if they go ahead with this prank, something bad is bound to happen!

"George." Fred looked at George, "Do you feel it?"

"I feel it," George replied.

"Then what are we going to do?" Fred scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Sometimes the intuition is very accurate, and the two of them have escaped Filch's pursuit many times by relying on this intuition.

George hesitated for a while, and made up his mind: "Go ahead, we've both been preparing for so long, and we just saw it with the Marauder's Map, Filch is on the fourth floor, and he will never be able to catch up in such a short period of time! "

"Well!"

Fred nodded, gripped the rope beside him and pulled down.

A large package hanging high in the sky exploded, and the small balls inside fell like raindrops.

White smoke gradually enveloped the entire corridor.

"Damn it, stinky shit!"

There were wailings and sharp curses in the hallway.

"Fred, George, don't let me catch you two."

"Quick, they must still be around, find them!"

"Don't let those two damned guys slip away!"

Fred and George were amused by the chaos of the crowd, and when the smoke was about to spread, the two of them skillfully opened the secret passage behind the statue.

Hogwarts is like our home, you still want to catch us?

bye Bye!
Fred and George happily drilled into the secret passage, but in the next minute they froze as if petrified.

Someone they never want to see is bowing down and looking at them.

"Are you guys making trouble again?" Filch said excitedly, his eyes lit up.

"No, sir, you have absolutely misunderstood us!"

Fred and George quickly slipped out of the secret passage and rushed into the white mist.

They want to take advantage of the chaos and leave.

But just two steps away, a more terrifying figure stood in front of them.

"Fred, George!"

Snape's face was expressionless, but there was infinite anger in his voice. The most important thing was that he still held two stinky dung eggs that had been blown up in his hands!

Fred and George looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

Why are we so unlucky?

Is it too late to vote now?
(End of this chapter)