I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

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"How's it going, Harry?"

Seeing Harry coming out of the spiral staircase, John asked quickly.

"Professor Dumbledore agreed and gave us the land next to the castle, but we can only operate on weekends."

"NICE!"

John, Fred, and George cheered.

"Harry, you did a great job!"

"I told you to apply, and Professor Dumbledore will definitely agree!"

Fred shook Harry's shoulders happily, and Harry's head swayed wildly with his movements.

"Fred, what are you doing?"

John, who freed Harry from Fred's grasp, criticized.

"Harry is our hero today, you have to show him some respect."

"My fault!"

Fred immediately held his head high, and George stood on both sides of the corridor.

Bow down and salute like a gentleman.

"Please, our hero, Harry, let's go back and celebrate!"

Harry pulled the corner of his mouth into an ugly smile: "That, John"

"What's wrong?" John looked at him suspiciously.

"That...Professor Dumbledore asked you to go to his office, but don't worry, it's not because of the cram school and entertainment street. I told him, that was my idea."

Harry spoke the last half of the sentence very quickly.

John heard his words, and the stress response from his previous life kicked in.

His mind involuntarily started to run fast, and he began to recall whether he had done anything bad recently.

Fortunately, he has been busy making money recently and has no time to fool around.

Oh, save that innocent disaster.

But as the headmaster, he shouldn't care about that kind of thing, right?

John thought for a while not knowing Dumbledore's intentions.

Is it because Ian won't help him again, and he wants me to beg for mercy.

If this is the case, Dumbledore may have miscalculated.

What Ian decides, it is difficult for ordinary people to make him change.

John remembered the incident before the start of school, and he said to Fred and the others: "Go first, I'll see Professor Dumbledore."

"Okay." Fred and the others nodded.

When John stood on the spiral staircase, Fred suddenly shouted again.

"John!"

"what happened?"

"Be sure to come back alive!"

Fred and George had tragic expressions on their faces.

If outsiders saw him, they would think he was going to slaughter the dragon soon.

"roll!"

John waved his hand impatiently, as the stairs spiraled up.

When he reached the door of the principal's office, John knocked on the door politely.

Although it was his first time here, he didn't have Harry's nervousness.

Because he and Dumbledore were old acquaintances, he didn't know how many times he sent owls in just one vacation.

The wooden door opened, and John stepped in, his eyes wandering between the table and the magical props in the cabinet.

It has to be said that the family background of Hogwarts is very rich.

Although Ian has been a master of props for generations, some collections are still not as precious as the ones here.

John suddenly became more interested in being the headmaster of Hogwarts.
When he saw the kind white-haired old man sitting at the table, he smiled and said, "Professor Dumbledore, good afternoon."

Dumbledore waved: "John, come and sit down."

As soon as John sat down, he rummaged through the leather bag and found a beautifully packaged box.

He handed it to Dumbledore and said, "Professor, this is what I prepared for you. It's your favorite food!"

"You have a heart."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he reached out to open the box.

"Hey, two Galleons!"

John smiled and held out his hand.

This was originally prepared by him to "bribe" Dumbledore.

But a Harry appeared in the middle, and he saved that procedure.

You can do everything, and you can't just throw it in your hands. You have to charge some cost, right?

It's just that the Jin Gallon that John was familiar with didn't appear in front of his eyes.

Dumbledore rubbed his fingers with his dangling hand and returned the box to John.

"Oh, I can't accept your kindness. I've eaten too much dessert recently. I'm going to take it easy for now."

John looked at the weird Dumbledore suspiciously.

Although I don't know why, but since he wants to slow down, let him slow down.

John quickly put the box back into the leather pouch.

A look of distress flashed across Dumbledore's face.

"In that case, professor, I support you. The elderly really should eat less sweets. I just happen to be busy recently, so I don't need to study those new products. It will save me a lot of time to do other things."

John nodded, catering to say.

Look like you're doing something right, very well.

Dumbledore shook his head and helped John with a suggestion: "Although I won't eat it, you don't need to suspend your research. There are still many students in Hogwarts. I believe they will like it, and you can sell it to them. "

"Well, no!" John said solemnly, "My pastry is a high-end product, specially prepared for you. If other people want to eat it, let's talk about it after becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts."

"It doesn't have to be so strict!"

"Pastry chefs have their dignity too!"

John stared at Dumbledore relentlessly.

Dumbledore sighed, took two Galleons from his pocket and put them in John's hand.

"Bring it here."

"Okay, thank you for your patronage!"

John put away the Galleon, took out the box and handed it to Dumbledore again.

This is the benefit of the imbalance in the positions of supply and demand.

"Can't you think about me as an old man? After I retire, I still have to rely on this salary to support me!"

Dumbledore complained in his mouth, but his hands were unambiguous. He quickly opened the box, took out a piece of white soft pastry from the grid, and stuffed it into his mouth, with a happy expression on his face.

John replied: "It's okay, I will support you in the future, and then I will build a house in the suburbs, and let you and my grandfather move there."

"Forget it. If there is no Ian, I can still think about it. With him, I am afraid of short life, and I want to live a few more years." Dumbledore replied.

"Okay, let's get you two sets and let you live separately."

John waved his hands grandly, and continued,

"Professor, what do you want me to do today?"

"Cram school and entertainment street are what you want to do, right?" Waiting Buliu asked.

"Ah? What did you say?"

John stared, looking confused.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Oh, it's fine if it's not yours. I was afraid that Harry would cause some trouble if he was too young, so I planned to let Filch watch over him every day."

John stared at Dumbledore resentfully, and said reluctantly, "Well, it's mine."

This is the downside of status inequality.

Originally, Harry applied alone, and he was the only person in charge.

But now Dumbledore brought him to the fore too.

Isn't Harry just useless!
John thought about the treaty he had made with Harry.

1. Fred and George help him train Quidditch.

2. Fred and George helped him with his homework.

3. Fred and George
Oh, it doesn't seem to be my business.

That's okay, it's not too bad.

John calmed down and said, "You have already promised Harry, you can't go back on it!"

"Don't worry, I won't regret it, but I think you can do me a favor in the future."

Dumbledore's wise eyes were as deep as an ocean, making it impossible to see the bottom at a glance.

"Don't do it!"

Hearing these words, John was shocked, thinking of the various battles in the future, he immediately refused.

His old man is a ruthless man, and he would not even take his own life in order to kill Voldemort.

If you agree to his conditions at will, how many lives do you have?
It's just that John didn't notice an imperceptible light flashed by the jade pendant on his chest under his excitement.

(End of this chapter)