I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 75 Welcome to Gryffindor!
John's ears were full of whistling wind, and the cold wind tore every inch of his exposed skin like a skeleton's claws.

Mrs. Hooch flew towards John on a broomstick, but she was hovering at a high place just now because she was afraid of hindering the movement of the players. At this time, she rushed down, and it was too late.

There were bursts of anxious cries for help and exclamations from the auditorium, and some timid students even covered their eyes, not daring to watch the bloody scene that followed.

"Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall shouted, the only man who can save John now is this man.

Dumbledore got up to act, but he saw a strange scene through the lens with divine eyes.

There was no panic on John's face, it seemed that it wasn't him who was falling, but it was more likely that he had anticipated all this and was prepared for it.

So Dumbledore showed a faint smile, and he sat back on the chair, and glanced sideways from the corner of his eye, he wanted to make sure that that person would not dare to do anything again and disturb John.

Seeing Dumbledore sitting down, Professor McGonagall asked puzzledly, "What about you?"

Dumbledore replied with a smile: "Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, he will be fine, he is a little eagle, not a little lion."

While Dumbledore was talking with Professor McGonagall, John calmed down and skillfully took out his wand from the side of his clothes.

Based on Professor Quirrell's performance earlier, he guessed that he might take the opportunity to do it, but he couldn't know what Quirrell was doing.

So Fred and George probably didn't have time to stop him, so he made extra preparations and practiced this action of taking the wand countless times.

In the blink of an eye, the wand was in his hand, and John quickly cast the spell: "Broom Two is coming!"

Before he could finish his words, a brand new Nimbus 2000 flew out from the most underground hidden corner of the auditorium, across the venue like a shooting star, and flew towards John.

He hid it in advance, so he arrived at the locker room late.

When John was only a dozen meters away from the ground, the Nimbus 2000 finally arrived. He hurriedly held it with his hands, turned over hard and successfully rode onto the broom.

The sudden gravity quickly lowered the broom, and John was almost flying against the ground.

The air waves made the grass bow its head to both sides, some unfortunate grass blades were chopped, and the fresh grass fragrance lingered at the tip of John's nose.

John adjusted his position and finally took control of the command. He slowly pulled up the broom and gradually moved away from the ground. Like a fighter jet, he flew to a high place with a swish.

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall beside him and asked, "How, am I right?"

Professor McGonagall didn't care about Dumbledore's proud words. She leaned back on the chair relaxedly and took a big mouthful of fresh air. The tense scene just now almost suffocated her to death.

"John, great job!"

Fred and George shouted, leading the Gryffindors.

"I just saw the most exciting scene I have ever seen in my life, so calm and brave, John, you should belong to Gryffindor, come on, Gryffindor welcomes you!"

George took advantage of the commentary speaker to suppress the sound of the audience by himself.

And Professor McGonagall did not criticize him, but quietly turned his attention to Dumbledore.

If John can really come to Gryffindor, then if he cooperates with Harry, wouldn't the other three houses be at the mercy of others?

Wouldn't it be easy to get the Academy Cup and the Quidditch Cup?

"Ahem, sorting is the decision of the sorting hat, I have no right to interfere, and"

Dumbledore turned his gaze to the Ravenclaw auditorium. Those scholars who specialized in learning changed their usual elegance and blushed and sternly refuted Jordan's proposal. Some even used the Amplifying Charm, saying: "John will always be their Ravenclaw cub!"

"If I do transfer him to Gryffindor House, those Ravenclaw students may revolt and bulldoze my office!"

Dumbledore also felt a little emotional in his heart. He didn't expect John to become the core of Ravenclaw in just one game.

If something happens in the future, John is likely to become the leader of Ravenclaw in an instant.

But his bet is the rumored savior.
Dumbledore looked to the side, Harry, Fred, and George were clapping and shouting stupidly, their hands were red and numb without knowing it.

When will he be the leader of Gryffindor?
Is that prophecy true?

Comparing the performance of John and Harry in Dumbledore's heart, a little doubt arose in his heart.

He couldn't help but want to change the training object.

But he thought of Ian again, if he really did that, Ian might really fight for him
Dumbledore thought of that shameless old man with a wry smile on his face.

Professor McGonagall on the side also sighed regretfully, it seems that the galaxy battleship in his heart can only exist in imagination.

While everyone was rejoicing, Cedric hovered blankly at the height of the Quidditch pitch, his eyes fixed on the Snitch, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

A Hufflepuff player mustered up his courage to approach, calling softly, "Captain?"

"Captain, wake up, are you alright?"

The sound of the call seemed to bring Cedric out of the abyss of silence, his face gradually became bright, his eyes focused, and he saw the Snitch in his hand.

Although the memory in his mind seems to be blank, he forgot how he caught the Snitch, but he can be sure of one thing.

He succeeded!

Cedric's pupils gradually dilated, and he waved his hands and cheered vigorously: "I did it, Malcolm, I did it!"

But just after shouting twice, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. The surrounding Hufflepuff players were a little too quiet, and his cheers were particularly abrupt.

"What's wrong?" Cedric asked.

"Captain." Malcolm looked at Cedric carefully and said, "You really don't remember?"

"Remember what?" Cedric asked suspiciously.

Malcolm looked at Cedric's face and found that it didn't seem to be fake, so he approached Cedric full of confusion, and told Cedric the last series of events.

Listening to Malcolm's words, Cedric's face gradually became extremely ugly.

He couldn't believe that he would do such a thing!

While he craves victory, he never puts other people's lives at risk.

Cedric felt that the Snitch in his hand was extremely hot, he let go subconsciously, and the Snitch was free again, flying high into the sky.

"Captain." Malcolm looked carefully at Cedric's expression.

"It's okay." Cedric waved his hand, staring at John who was high in the sky. He gritted his teeth and raised the front of the broom.

"Captain, what are you doing?" Malcolm stopped in front of Cedric and asked a little anxiously.

"I made a mistake and should apologize to him."

Although Cedric couldn't recall why he did that, but the fact was that, he couldn't escape it, he had to admit his mistake.

He flew quickly up the Quidditch pitch.

"What do you want to do again?"

The Ravenclaw players immediately stood in front of John, like guards guarding their king.

Cedric exhaled heavily: "I'm here to apologize."

John, who was talking excitedly with Davis, noticed the movement next to him. He flew to Duncan and patted Duncan on the shoulder: "Don't worry, it's okay."

When Duncan got out of the way, John flew in front of Cedric.

The Ravenclaw players behind him watched Cedric's every move closely, and someone even pulled out his wand

If Cedric dared to make any changes, they would definitely shoot him down immediately.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

Cedric was the first to speak sincerely.

"I believe you, you don't want to do that in your heart."

John moved closer to Cedric, hugged him through the broom, and whispered in his ear.

"You should stay away from some friends who show up suddenly, otherwise this situation may still happen."

Cedric's eyes slowly widened, as if he had realized something.

(End of this chapter)