I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 58 Marcus Flint
After class the next day, Fred and George found John in the auditorium.

"What's going on in your college, are you crazy?" Fred said with emotion.

Ravenclaw students from the lower grades to the upper grades have entered the competitive mode since this morning, seizing every opportunity to score points.

As long as the professor asks a question in class, he can see the black hands in front of him eager to try.

Take a closer look and 80.00% of them are Ravenclaw students.

They seem to have memorized all the textbooks. No matter how biased the knowledge the professor asks, as long as it is in the textbook, they will know it.

Apart from Hermione of Gryffindor, few others have stepped up to their rhythm.

Hufflepuff, who often took lessons with Ravenclaw, was devastated.

Everyone talks about lying down and dying together, why did you start to charge bravely?
"You don't understand, this is the power of hope!" John replied.

"Go, go." George put his arm around John's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Is your college ready to compete for the college cup?"

"Ah."

John simply nodded and admitted, because this is nothing shameful.

"Handsome!" Fred exclaimed, "I hope you can succeed. I don't want to see those Slytherin guys at the year-end banquet with their complacent faces again."

Slytherin has won the House Cup for six consecutive years. If they are allowed to win the House Cup again, Gryffindor, their deadly rival, may lose the right to breathe at the end of the year party.

"However, with the strength of your college's Quidditch, it seems hopeless!" George said with a smile, "Why don't we lend Harry to your college for use? I heard from Wood that he is quite talented."

Because the points added in the class are limited, it is impossible for the professor to choose students from only one college to answer the questions, so there is no big gap.

And there is the unstable factor of Snape, his class not only rarely adds points to other colleges, but if you don't deduct points for you, you have to thank God.

Therefore, the extra points for Quidditch are very important. If No.2 is okay, there is still hope of winning the Academy Cup.

If it was the last two, they basically ran with them.

With the strength of Ravenclaw's Quidditch team, if nothing else happens, it can basically rank first from the bottom.

"Thank you for your kindness, let me tell you a piece of gossip." John leaned closer to Fred and George, "I heard that our college's Quidditch team will join a talented player, no worse than Harry, so they started to fight." A handful of ideas."

John boasted that he didn't blush at all.

Too bad Fred and George didn't get his intentions.

"Genius player?" Fred thought for a while and said, "When the Chaser in your academy was training, the two of us went to see it quietly, and it feels very ordinary."

"Okay, you two dare to pry into our secrets!" John threatened, "Believe it or not, if I yell now, you won't be able to get out of this auditorium!"

"Don't, don't, don't." George thought of the crazy energy of the Ravenclaw students, and quickly surrendered, "We were just curious, so we went over and took a look, and didn't see the tactics they were training, I promise!"

"That's about the same." John said, "Have you two found the person who spread the rumors? There are only a few days left before the deadline set by Professor McGonagall."

"Hey." Fred and George smiled at each other, "Everything is fine."

"who is it?"

"Marcus Flint of Slytherin," said George, "do you know him?"

The image of a gorilla slowly emerged in John's mind.

The captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and the Chaser.

With his bad behavior and fierce image, he looks like a school bully.

"Yes, why did he mess with you?"

"It's not because of Harry!" Fred said helplessly. "The news that he joined our Quidditch team is already known, and his performance in flying lessons is added."

George went on to say: "He made that bastard Flint feel a sense of crisis, so he wanted to take this opportunity to mess with our mentality, so that we couldn't train properly. Fortunately, he didn't have evidence, otherwise we couldn't both sit here and talk to each other. You chatted."

John pondered for a while and said, "Then, have you thought about it? How to 'repay' him?"

Fred shrugged: "Not yet."

"I have an idea. That name is too famous for us. We have to give it back to him." John said with a smile.

George immediately asked, "Why?"

"You wait."

John picked up a book next to him, pulled out a piece of parchment sandwiched inside, and wrote a few words on it with different handwriting.

He handed it to Fred: "Look."

Fred and George glanced over quickly, frowning.

They probably understood what John was thinking, but...
"Will he believe such a crude trick?"

The parchment said that if Flint wanted news of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's practice, he had to go to the empty classroom on the fourth floor at night.

And he is only allowed to go alone, and cannot tell other people, otherwise the transaction will be cancelled.

"He wouldn't believe it if he had a little bit of wisdom in his head." John smiled and shook his head, "but I think Flint will."

Fred and George froze for a few seconds before bursting into cheerful laughter.

"Then we'll do it!"

After chatting with the two of them, John said goodbye and went back to the dormitory with Dennis.

On the second night, John dragged his tired body and hurried to the appointed place with Fred and George.

He found Fred in the dark classroom, and asked softly, "How is it? Has he been fooled?"

Fred said with a smirk: "I heard that he has been quietly borrowing money all day today, and when people asked him why, he hesitated and didn't say anything."

"That's good, what about George?"

"No problem, as soon as Flint comes, he can get Filch!"

"Very well, now we are waiting for our cute fish to get hooked."

John watched the dim corridor through the window, anticipating Flint's arrival.

After about half an hour, just when John thought that Flint would not come, a large and sneaky figure suddenly appeared in the distance.

"Fred, wake up and get to work!" John reminded softly.

"Oh." Fred shook his head quickly, lifted his spirits, and hid in a dark corner.

When Flint approached, John waved and said, "This way."

At this time, some padding was stuffed into his school robe, and his body became bigger.

In addition, he wore a mask and used potions to change his voice. Even if Flint saw him later, he would never recognize him.

"Well, did you bring the money?"

John looked at Flint who looked a little strange in front of him, like a giant monster, and asked.

Flint stood at the door of the classroom, looking at the mask on John's face, and said dissatisfiedly: "If you don't take off the mask and let me see your face, then we can't trade."

"What's the difference if you can't see the face? As long as the information I gave you is true."

"How do I know it's true?" Flint sneered, "If it's fake, I don't know who to settle the score with."

I didn't expect you to become smarter.
"Ok."

John sighed and took off his mask, revealing a rough face that gave Flint confidence.

He had already prepared for this, and took the lead in bringing an extra human face mask that Ian made casually.

It's just that its expression is too stiff, and you can notice something strange when you look closely.

"Satisfied? Then come in quickly. If Filch finds out later, it will be of no benefit to either of us!"

John stops Flint from looking again, then puts on the mask again.

Flint nodded and followed John into the classroom.

(End of this chapter)