The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Although the work that John and the Ravenclaw boy did in this black workshop was very hard and dangerous, it could be considered 'high-end'.

Naturally, their wages are much higher than those of other student workers, with the hourly wage reaching 1 silver per hour.

In addition, for every pot made, which is 5 bottles of low-quality love potion, they also get a commission of 1 Silver Siko.

Under this incentive mechanism, John worked extremely seriously.

Although he was hot and sweaty after a while under the high temperature of the crucible, he didn't even bother to wipe it. He only focused all his energy on the liquid in the crucible.

Seeing that the color of the liquid in the crucible began to change from dark to light, and the originally pungent smell gradually became milder, John breathed a sigh of relief, and began to artificially cool and install tubes with a happy face.

Although his order requires half of the commission because the Ravenclaw boy in front handled the materials, it can still be considered an income.

And just when John had packed the potions and put them aside, he saw that Peeves, who was supposed to be guarding the door outside, passed directly through the wall and floated above the classroom, looking at him with interest.

John's brows frowned unconsciously, knowing that this kid must be up to no good when he came here, but he turned around as if he hadn't seen him and continued to pick up a piece of material from the basket on the side and started processing it.

That Peeves was also real. Seeing that John ignored him, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sneaked under the workbench. Then a fierce man came out directly from the workbench, frightening John who was cutting the material with a scraper. Not only did he directly He scrapped a ash snake egg and almost cut his hand with a knife.

"I said Peeves, don't bully others too much!"

John gripped the spatula tightly and gritted his teeth.

But Peeves' original intention was that he was too bored and wanted someone to talk to, or maybe he wanted to find someone to have a fight with. Seeing this, he happily turned to John's head and said:

"What? You still want to complain to those two red-haired brats, George and Fred? Say that I disrupted your work, causing you to make mistakes and waste materials?"

Peeves' voice was not quiet, and it immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.

He was even happier when he saw this.

"I can tell you plainly that it's useless!" Pipis said with a sinister smile, "You don't really think that the red-haired brothers George and Fred can afford to hire them with the few gold galleons they have. Me? The reason why you, Mr. Peeves, are willing to stay here and not complain is because they promised me that I can play tricks on you! So you go and complain quickly. If you complain, I'm afraid it will be you who will be expelled. !Hahaha--"

Amidst Peeves' wild laughter, many students in the workshop lowered their heads.

John's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he was furious, but more importantly, he was helpless.

He knew that there was no one in this workshop who dared to resist Peeves and the Weasley brothers.

Because Peeves also served as a supervisor while serving as a security guard, those so-called tough guys had already resigned from their jobs in the past few days.

Even John himself is not really a tough guy.

All their reactions fell into Peeves' eyes.

Peeves' expression immediately became as refreshing as drinking a glass of iced drink in the dog days of summer.

Seeing that there was still a vague look of dissatisfaction on John's face, Peeves lowered his height and sneered at John:

"What, you little poor guy are still not convinced? I know you are that Link Foley's roommate, do you still want to go to him to complain? But do you really think he will help you? If he really cares about you, Why are you just sitting back and watching you work here? You must know that he is the heir of the Foley family, so a little pocket money in his hand will be enough for you, right? "

"I won't allow you to insult my friend!" John said angrily, "That's what a friend should do if Link doesn't stop him from coming to work here. If he gives me money, I won't be friends with him anymore." !”

"Ha! I see that you are not only poor, but you also have a brain problem! Link Foley doesn't consider you a brother at all, and you are still talking to him here. It's really ridiculous!"

Peeves sarcastically shouted loudly.

Many of the other students in the classroom looked at John with either gloating or pity.

Apparently they also agreed with Peeves' words and believed that John's words were just a cover-up to avoid embarrassment.

This made John very angry.

His friendship with Link has always been very good.

He also wants to continue to maintain this friendship.

The key here is that he cannot mix any interests into this friendship, especially Chi Guoguo's money.

This is why he is willing to ask Link to help solve Snape's paper but is unwilling to ask Link to borrow money.

You must know that the former is a consultation between classmates, but the latter is completely different.

To this day, both Link and he have shown a very tacit understanding in this regard.

They all knew that if any one of them opened this mouth, the relationship between them would change.

John was very pleased and moved by this.

Because this means that in Link's eyes, he is also a friend who can interact with each other on an equal footing, and nothing else.

This can be seen just from the fact that Link is willing to bring him breakfast every now and then.

For someone like Link, the effort required to bring him breakfast would probably be far more than a few Galleons.

If you really look down on him, why bother?

Wouldn't it be easier to just throw down a bag of Galleons?

However, John knew that the people around him had no choice and were unwilling to understand the reason, so he just shut up and continued to invest in making the potion.

Peeves naturally refused to give up and continued teasing in John's ear.

It's a pity that John had already tampered with the transparent cover of the Bubble Charm, which directly blocked the sound from the outside world.

With his concentration, the materials in the basket were officially exhausted in only half an afternoon, and were replaced by low-quality love potions on the test tube rack on the workbench.

"call!"

John breathed a long sigh of relief, took out a mechanical watch and took a look at it. Seeing that there was still some time before the dinner shift, he pulled a thick red rope hanging by his side.

Although this red rope is simply suspended from the ceiling, it is actually a simple communication device recently developed by George and Fred.

As long as someone pulls the red rope, another red rope in the classroom next door that is used as a warehouse will also move, and then someone will receive the message and come to replenish raw materials.

Each workbench is equipped with such a rope, but because everyone else is just making ordinary quick-acting skipping candies, their ropes are only white instead of bright and urgent red.

After a while, a short Hufflepuff boy who looked like he was only in the first or second grade opened the door of the workshop and walked in.

He also carried a basket on his back.

The basket was very large, filled with densely packed potion materials, some of which were wet and still dripping with water.

Since the size of the basket was too different from the boy's figure, the boy looked more like an umbrella mushroom.

The boy did not go directly to John.

Instead, he struggled to carry the basket around the classroom. When he saw someone's material basket empty, he grabbed some from the basket above his head to fill it.

Such an action is obviously too much for a little boy.

After only a few rounds, the boy was out of breath and sweating profusely.

It's just that others have long been accustomed to this, and no one even came forward to care.

After all, the money this kid earned was not less than them, and although the work he did was fortunately hard, it was not difficult. It can be said that he was recruited by the two vampires George and Fred and paid full salary. It's just a stroke of luck.

Unlike others, John had been looking at the little boy walking back and forth in the dense workbench with worried eyes.

As the person with the highest level of potion knowledge present, he knew very well how dangerous such a bad pharmaceutical environment and such a dense arrangement of workbenches were.

Those unstable crucibles may explode directly with just a slight bump in this situation.

Even when he entered this workshop, he had to be cautious and cautious, fearing that he would disturb other people's medicine and cause negative consequences.

This little boy is like dancing on the tip of a knife.

Maybe the little boy was unlucky today, or maybe John had some talent in divination.

In short, what he worried about finally happened.

The little boy seemed to have stepped on some foreign object while walking. He stumbled under his feet and the large basket above his head was tilted.

As luck would have it, the basket hit a student worker nearby on the arm.

The student worker happened to be holding a spoon again, adding bit by bit into the crucible full of boiling concoction.

After being beaten like this, the medicinal powder that was supposed to be added slowly and appropriately in his spoon was thrust into the crucible together with the spoon.

The originally clear liquid in the crucible instantly turned black, and a large number of bubbles popped out and began to react violently.

Immediately after...

bang——

A huge explosion sounded in the closed workshop, startling everyone around.

But before they could react and look back, another burst of more miserable screams sounded again.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

John struggled to push aside the workbench and students blocking him, and ran towards the little boy in the center of the crowd who was rolling on the ground and wailing, covering his face.

Just now he saw with his own eyes that the hot liquid in the crucible exploded directly into the boy's face.

Judging from his experience, the pot of quick-acting truant syrup just now was made to the point of adding dragon stone powder.

Once an overdose of dragon stone powder is added, the syrup in the crucible will become highly corrosive!

When the highly corrosive syrup was poured directly on his face, if he didn't get treatment in time, the little boy would die!

John's movements became faster and faster, and after overturning dozens of workbenches, John finally arrived at the little boy's side.

Without any nonsense, he just pulled away the boy's hands covering his face.

The horrific scene that appeared in front of him made John's eyes turn red instantly.

"Stop screaming! Don't open your mouth! Don't let the syrup flow into your mouth!"

John roared and grabbed a large bottle of neutralizing solution from the workbench next door and poured it on the boy's face. While pouring it, he used the dragon leather gloves on his hands to help him wipe off the sticky syrup.

After he performed this operation, the little boy who had just obeyed and shut up screamed even more violently.

John ignored it until he had cleaned up all the syrup, then he took out the potion that Link had given him to save himself from his arms and poured it all into the boy's mouth.

Finally, the little boy's screams stopped.

This was not due to the first aid potion, but the little boy fainted from the pain.

But the bottle of potion that John consumed was not completely useless.

At least the corrosion on the little boy's wound has improved greatly, and the danger to his life should be ruled out.

It was a pity that the little boy's face, including the skin on his head, had been completely corroded at this time, and his entire head and face were completely disfigured and could not be seen at all.

John lowered his head and observed the little boy's injuries. He knew that he could not delay in saving the child's face, so he immediately picked up the child and walked out of the classroom.

However, before he took two steps, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and George and Fred stood in front of John.

"what's going on?"

George screamed as he looked at the little boy in John's arms.

"The crucible exploded, and the child was doused with corrosive high-temperature syrup all over his face."

This matter could not be hidden from the two 'bosses', George and Fred, so even though the situation was urgent, John still explained it to them in a concise and concise manner.

George and Fred looked at each other when they heard this, and while they remained silent, they had no intention of giving way.

This made John's face suddenly darken.

He saw it.

George and Fred may have other ideas.

But in the circumstances at hand, what they thought didn't matter at all.

"Why don't you get out of the way!"

John yelled and was about to push forward, but was pushed back by George and Fred.

"John, we must not let him go to the infirmary like this!"

"Yes, John, if Madam Pomfrey knows how he got this injury, our workshop will not be able to continue running!"

"Well, I have a few classmates who are very good at Herbology and Potions. How about I ask them to come over and help this...this little classmate treat his injuries and make sure nothing serious happens to him?"

George and Fred sang in harmony.

Hearing this, John froze on the spot as if he had heard some ancient anecdote. After several seconds, he angrily said:

"You still think about your own workshop when human life is at stake? What if..."

"There is no chance! This is not just our own business. If the workshop is closed, where will you let so many students go to make money? You clearly want to destroy everyone's financial path!" George changed the topic and interrupted, " We know you, John, don't you just want hush money? We'll just give it to you, let me think about it..."

George paused for a moment, and then said with great pain, "How about a gold galleon? This is your wages for several days of work."

John almost laughed out of anger at these words. He snorted and was about to continue to refute, but he felt a sudden chill behind him.

He turned his head inexplicably.

But suddenly, the students who had been hiding in the distance and watching had gathered behind him, and each one of them was looking at him with complicated eyes that contained hatred, intolerance and other emotions.

This scene also fell into the eyes of George and Fred.

Seeing this, Fred raised the corners of his mouth slightly and announced loudly:

"Of course, you also have hush money! As long as everyone here today promises not to leak the matter, no one will be given 5 silver coins!"

George pointed at John and added:

"Also, please help me stop this guy who wants to make everyone lose money. No one will give me a silver siko's labor fee!"

As soon as George and Fred finished speaking, the crowd suddenly became commotion.