I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 56 The Threesome's Free Labor (for Subscription)

Dumbledore glanced at the jade pendant in front of John from the corner of his eye.

"You don't have to refuse so quickly, I promise it's just a simple thing."

"I still don't do it!"

John shook his head, with different abilities and different perspectives on things.

Dumbledore is like playing with Fiendfire, but now he struggles with Blazing Fire.

"You will never be in danger," said Dumbledore.

John shook his head again.

"I guarantee with my relationship with your grandfather, even if I die, you will not be in danger."

Dumbledore sighed.

"And after Wright's incident, if I dare to put you in danger, Ian may kill me first."

John looked at the slightly lonely Dumbledore, pondered for a long time, and finally said, "Can you tell me what's going on now?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "I can't be sure either. Although I have a hunch, the future is vague and no one can fully control him. I can only tell you that you will not be in danger."

Well, that must have something to do with Voldemort.
Listening to Dumbledore's tone, John guessed the answer instantly.

Only that person could make Dumbledore so cautious.

"I'm really not in danger?"

John confirmed again.

"will not!"

John said: "Okay, then I promise you, but when I feel that there is danger, I will refuse."

"Of course, that's your right," Dumbledore replied.

"But I still have one condition!"

"You said."

"I like that the school can give us the autonomy of the entertainment street, and can't interfere with us!"

John took the opportunity and the lion opened his mouth wide.

"Yes, but you can't go too far."

Dumbledore nodded, urging.

"Okay, go back and find them, your friends should be waiting too."

He was afraid that John would make some excessive demands if he stayed any longer.

"Come on, professor, let's talk again."

"Then you can sit here for a while, I have other things to do."

Dumbledore immediately got up and walked towards the stairs beside him, his legs and feet were so nimble that he didn't look like an old man over 100 years old.

John sighed regretfully, he still had many business plans that he hadn't discussed with Dumbledore!

There won't be many opportunities like this in the future.

Walking out of the principal's office, John walked all the way to the door of the Gryffindor common room.

Just as a student pushed away the portrait of the Fat Lady, John quickly slipped in.

Immediately everyone's eyes focused on him.

He was wearing a Ravenclaw school uniform, and he really stood out among a group of lion cubs.

"John, this way!"

Fred called out from a position in the corner.

Everyone heard Fred's voice, remembered the rumor between schools, and looked at John with more interest.

John smiled awkwardly at them, walked quickly to Fred, and sat in the back seat, avoiding the sight of those people.

"How is John?" George asked with concern.

"Everything is going well." John said, "And we also have the autonomy of Entertainment Street, and the school will not interfere."

"Great!" exclaimed Fred and George.

Fortunately, this is the Gryffindor lounge, and everyone is used to it.

If it was in Ravenclaw, waiting for the two of them would be a wave of killing eyes.

"John, sorry." Harry said apologetically.

John patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, you've done enough."

"Yes, Harry, you don't have to blame yourself." George also comforted.

Seeing that everyone really didn't mean to blame him, a smile gradually appeared on Harry's face.

"In the next period of time, we should get busy." John looked at Fred and George and said, "We need to run the cram school first, and then go to the entertainment street after the cram school is on the right track. matter."

Fred and George nodded.

"Have you contacted all the senior students?" John asked.

"The contact is good. Although there are not too many, it is enough to tutor new students." Fred replied.

John smiled and said, "That's good. Afterwards, we will find the freshmen who want to participate to collect tuition fees, and then find a classroom to open!"

Harry raised his hand and said, "I can help too!"

"No problem, I'll count you in, and I'll pay you when the time comes!"

Harry replied proudly: "No, I have plenty of money!"

Well, my dear fat, no, dear friend.

John nodded.

Then he discussed the details with Fred and the others, and asked them to inform Shanna, while he was going to go back and inform Dennis of their plan.

At this time, footsteps suddenly came from the doorway.

A strange smell slowly spread in the lounge.

"Fred, George, is it you two again?"

A boy wailed.

Fred retorted loudly: "It's not us, how can you defile people's innocence out of thin air!"

"Impossible! Then what's the smell?" Everyone cast their eyes on the door opening.

I saw Hermione and Ron with their heads down, dragging their bodies from the outside with tired expressions.

The smell was even more obvious, apparently coming from the two of them.

Ron noticed everyone's eyes and asked suspiciously, "What are you looking at?"

"Hermione, Ron, this way!"

John called the two of them over in a hurry, and used a cleaning spell to get rid of the smell on them.

"Do we stink?"

Hermione reacted with an extremely ugly look, as if she had been informed that the exam had been cancelled.

"Um, it smells a little bit." John asked, "What are you two doing?"

"Help Hagrid clean the shack, pull the weeds in the vegetable garden, and prepare the feed for his pets."

Ron silently counted with his fingers.

"In order to get news from Hagrid, we have been helping him for the past few days. Please, John, this is really not a life for people. I would rather go back to the library to study!"

Harry had a happy expression on his face. Although he went to the principal's office and suffered mentally, his body was still intact!
Much better than the previous two days.

It's so miserable.
The corner of John's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Have you got any useful news?"

"There is one." Hermione also lost her vigor, and it seemed that Hagrid's work was indeed not easy. "We know that Hagrid raised that big dog!"

"and then?"

Hermione said with a mournful face, "No more."

"Well, what are you going to do? Continue to help Hagrid?" John asked.

"Hmm!" Hermione nodded resolutely, "Hagrid almost slipped his tongue a few times. I was thinking, there must be a way to get the news we want from him!"

She has always been like this, and there is always an end to not admitting defeat lingering in her body.

John nodded, suddenly realizing a problem.

That fellow Hagrid wouldn't deliberately trick them into working, would he?
No way?
He shouldn't be that smart, right?
(End of this chapter)