I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 5 Dear Fred and George

"Where's the miser? Sneaking away again?"

Mrs. Totty came to the table, and with a wave of her wand, the plates fluttering around her fell on the table, full of delicious delicacies.

They are all her specialty dishes, and they are all John's favorite dishes.

Although John asked her to serve the most expensive dish just now, she still didn't do so.

Because those expensive dishes are used to entertain the foreign guests of Diagon Alley, especially those Muggles who are exposed to the wizarding world for the first time.

They are curious about everything and want to try everything, even if the price is expensive, they don't care, and they will help you find a good excuse.

This is something made by magic!
Shouldn't it be more expensive?

You can't find a better guest in the world!
So when it comes to the school season, every store in Diagon Alley will launch some impractical, but cool-looking, very exquisite products, and take the opportunity to make a fortune.

John replied obediently: "Well, he just left not long ago."

"Then did you ask him to give you the money?" Mrs. Totti said with a smile.

It's not that Ian can't do this kind of thing, he has slipped through it twice before.

John thought he had something to do, so he waited in the lobby for a long time, and finally, after Mrs. Totti reminded him, he realized the cruel fact that he was left behind by Ian.

Luckily he still had the money with him then, otherwise he would have to help Mrs. Totti wash the dishes and pay off the debt.

Since then, John has learned to be smart, go shopping with Ian, and never let him out of his sight, lest he sneak away again.

Of course, Ian also has a sense of propriety, he will only make such jokes when buying some small items.

It can be regarded as a little fun between the two of you.

After all, both of them are small money fans.

"Yeah, I agreed in advance today that it's his treat."

John fumbled in his bag and spread out the Galleons Ian had given him on the table.

"Awesome, a total of 2 Galleons"

Mrs. Totti offered a good price, picked up two pieces, put them in her pocket, turned and walked back to the kitchen.

"Take your time, little John."

"Thank you, Mrs. Totti."

John took a small portion of each dish and put it on his own plate. After tasting carefully, he asked Mrs. Totti to pack the leftovers.

After thanking him again, John walked into the store carrying two boxes.

The wooden door of the shop was still locked, and Ian hadn't come back yet.

John unlocked the door, coughed softly, and the lights inside the shop immediately turned on.

This is Ian's design. As long as the voices of the two of them are received, the chandelier on the ceiling will automatically turn on, and it will automatically turn off when there is no one there.

John closed the door and put the box containing the meals in the kitchen. He returned to the bedroom, pulled the chair by the table and sat down, and took out a piece of parchment from the drawer.

"Dear Fred and George:"

John wrote with his quill,

"How have you been? Is your research going well? Are you still in a guerrilla battle with Mrs. Weasley?"

"I have won a counter here with Ian. If your research goes well, I want to develop our business before the school starts, so please write back to me as soon as possible!"

"Your faithful friend: John Bullock."

John waited for the ink to dry on the parchment and folded it into a small strip.

Since you want to make a lot of money, you must not forget the two "inventors" of Hogwarts, Fred Weasley and George Weasley.

As early as a year ago, when the two of them sneaked into Ian's store to observe and study, John seized the opportunity and successfully got the two of them to join his team under some "guidance".

"Hermes, come here."

John turned and waved to the white owl on the side shelf.

Hermes was Ian's birthday present to him the year before last.

The reason for this name is that Hermes is the god of commerce in ancient Greek mythology, and John wanted it to bring him some good luck.

But today Hermes seemed a little angry. It glanced at John, moved its paws on the wooden frame, and turned its handsome back to John.

Um?It used to be very well-behaved.

John frowned slightly and thought for a while, then patted his forehead suddenly.

He forgot to feed Hermes this afternoon, and now he's making it work.

No wonder Hermes ignored him, and those black-hearted capitalists who were hanged by street lamps didn't go too far!

John took out some food that Hermes usually ate from the bag and put it on the table, flattering him: "Hermes, what do you think this is? It's specially prepared for you, it's the usual double serving, please forgive me Not good? I will never forget it next time!"

Hermes turned his head and took a look. It seemed that he had lost his anger, and he might have been starved to death. It honked and flew to John's hand.

The bird's beak was lightly pecked at John's injury a few times before he quickly ate the food on the table.

After Hermes had finished eating and rested, John stuffed the note into the small drum wrapped around its feet.

"Hermes, may I trouble you, give it to Fred and George?" John said softly, stroking Hermes' feathers.

Hermes screamed, shook his body, spread his wings, passed through the window, and flew into the dark sky.

"Why hasn't grandpa come back yet?"

John leaned against the window and looked out. The pedestrians on the street had dispersed long ago, and the shops on the side of the road had turned off their lights one after another, leaving only the street lamps to provide dim light.

Suddenly someone walked up to John's window, poked his head to look, and asked loudly, "John, hasn't Ian come back yet?"

As long as Ian goes out at night, John often leans against his bedroom window and waits for him until Ian comes back.

So after a long time, several shopkeepers in the vicinity are aware of his habit.

"Ah."

John nodded, feeling a little worried.

Ian left in the afternoon to chase that man, will he be injured?

Ian's talent points are all in the production of magic lines and magic props. He is not a fighting genius, and he is even quite weak.

The shopkeeper seemed to have noticed the worry in John's voice, and he asked with concern, "Do you need help?"

"No need, Mr. Fusco." John shook his head, "If necessary, I will ask you for help."

"Well, Ian will be fine."

Florin Fusco disappeared from the shadows, but he was back a moment later, still holding a box of ice cream.

"Eat something, delicious food will soothe your worries."

Florin let the ice cream float into the air and flew unsteadily towards John.

John spread his hands to catch it, and thanked him with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Fusco!"

Florin Fusco runs Diagon Alley's super-kid-friendly shop, Florin's Soda.

Moreover, he is generous and enthusiastic, and often presents ice cream to John.

"It's okay, remember to call me if you need it!"

Florin waved his hand and disappeared again.

The stars twinkled tirelessly in the sky, and the ice cream became an empty box.

John's eyelids began to fight, his head kept bobbing up and down, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Finally, there was a popping sound under the window, John was shocked, regained his energy in an instant, and hurriedly whispered, "Is that you, Grandpa?"

It's already very late, and it's not good to disturb other people's rest. After all, everyone has to get up early for work tomorrow.

"it's me."

Ian looked very tired, and his clothes were torn a few times. He quickly restored them with his wand, checked them carefully, and then moved a few steps outside. He looked at John with a smile on his face and said,

"Will not you go to bed?"

After John looked carefully, he found that Ian was not injured. He breathed a long sigh of relief and replied, "I'll be sleeping right away, good night, grandpa."

As for what Ian did today?

When he needed to know, Ian would naturally tell him.

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