I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 104 I didn't see anything!

After defeating Slytherin in Quidditch, something happened that John expected.

Because the owner and staff of Diagon Alley Magic Wheezes are from the other three academies.

So some different voices suddenly appeared among the Slytherin student group.

They began to organize the students of their college to boycott the magic trick workshop.

Some students even gathered in the open space in front of the castle to destroy the goods they bought from the entertainment street.

To show their determination to resist.

But now in Hogwarts, Entertainment Street has almost penetrated the student body.

Basically everyone has more or less one thing they bought from the entertainment street.

The topic of everyone's discussion has gradually changed from what to eat at noon to what card you drew today, how to solve the problem in the challenge room, and what new products have been launched by Entertainment Street.

So the boycott of the Slytherin students only lasted for a few days, and gradually they couldn't stand it anymore.

They couldn't talk about everything in Entertainment Street, they seemed to be thrown into a deserted island, completely isolated from the students of other colleges.

Ever since, a few days later, the products on Entertainment Street tacitly returned to the hands of the Slytherin students.

Especially for some students who destroyed their own things, they spent a lot of Galleons.

All John can say to this is, well done!
You can boycott it a few more times in the future!

Also, there is a sad and troubled person at school.

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor of the castle.

Although it is sunny outside, the closed windows block the sunlight from entering.

The office is dark and damp.

Professor Quirrell sat on a large chair, picked up his wand and raised a finger.

The oil lamps on the walls lit up, brightening the room.

He picked up the parchment on the table and studied it carefully.

Rubeus Hagrid.

Date of Birth: Forest of Dean, United Kingdom.

Graduate school: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Position: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry hunting grounds guard, key keeper.

Hobbies: Love magical animals, often breed some creatures, especially dragons.

Professor Quirrell put down the parchment and frowned.

Where is the problem?

Doesn't Hagrid like dragons?
Professor Quirrell turned to look at the dragon egg on the shelf.

Over the past period of time, he tried every means to collect information about Hagrid.

And specially prepared this dragon egg.

I want to use this to come up with a way to subdue the big dog on the fourth floor.

But Hagrid seemed to have disappeared and didn't show up for a long time.

He waited for several days at the bar where Hagrid went, but there was no sign of Hagrid.

It wasn't until he was about to give up that Hagrid finally arrived late.

But Hagrid seemed to have lost interest in dragons!

No matter how tempted he was, Hagrid didn't take the bait!

Did Hagrid see through my plot?
But with Hagrid's IQ, it shouldn't be!

Professor Quirrell was thinking with pain on his face.

I don't know what went wrong with my plan.

Thinking about it, Professor Quirrell involuntarily raised his hand and patted his head twice.

There was a bang, and Professor Quirrell suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a huge mistake!

"what are you doing?"

Voldemort's angry hoarse voice filled the room.

As time passed, Quirrell's body became weaker and weaker, so Voldemort had to fall into a long sleep.

In case the Philosopher's Stone has not been obtained, Professor Quirrell will die.

But he was just in a sweet dream, seeing that he was about to kill Dumbledore and rule the entire wizarding world.

I saw a huge boulder like a mountain pressing down on him, crushing him to death.

When he woke up, he found that Professor Quirrell was patting him with his hand.

So Voldemort is very angry now!

"Yes, sorry." Professor Quirrell said tremblingly.

Voldemort's heavy breathing reminded him that he seemed to be calming his anger.

"Have you cracked all those guardian levels?" Voldemort asked.

"I'm in a little trouble now." Professor Quirrell asked.

"what?"

Professor Quirrell replied weakly: "I wanted to use dragon eggs to get information out of Hagrid's mouth, but for some reason, he is not interested in dragons now."

"Huh Hagrid?" Voldemort thought for a while, and suddenly realized something was wrong, his tone rose, "After so long, why are you still in the first level?"

Professor Quirrell shrank his neck and did not dare to answer.

Voldemort's breathing was getting heavier and heavier. If he had no choice, he wanted to kill this idiot immediately!
"Where's Snape?"

"I didn't dare to go to him recently, because I was afraid that Dumbledore would find something unusual." Professor Quirrell replied.

"You tell him to act quickly and find clues to the unicorn as quickly as possible."

Voldemort said in a low voice, he must hurry to let Quirrell drink the unicorn's blood.

That way he can stay awake all the time.

Otherwise, with Quirrell's efficiency, he estimated that Harry Potter had graduated, and he might not have gotten the Philosopher's Stone.

"Yes."

Professor Quirrell nodded slightly, and he was relieved when Voldemort fell into a deep sleep again.

The tension calmed down, Professor Quirrell took out a piece of parchment from the drawer, thought for a while and wrote a line on the letter.

It's urgent, let's talk in detail at the old place tonight!
Professor Quirrell did not dare to write clearly, for fear of being intercepted by Dumbledore.

He opened the window and let the parchment transformed into a bird fly out.

He began to think about how to tell Snape about this at night.

Night fell, and the sky was full of stars.

Professor Quirrell shrank cautiously behind a statue, observing his surroundings vigilantly.

"What do you have to do with me?"

A flat voice exploded behind Professor Quirrell.

He was so startled that he almost threw himself out.

But it was Snape who responded, and he heaved a long sigh of relief.

Professor Quirrell turned around and looked at Snape resentfully: "The master is looking for you."

"What is it?" Snape said blankly.

"Master wants you to find clues to the unicorn as soon as possible, he doesn't want to sleep anymore."

Professor Quirrell didn't dare to say that Voldemort didn't want to sleep anymore because of his own reasons.

An angry Snape was pretty scary anyway.

Snape frowned: "Is it urgent?"

"Well, it's very urgent, the sooner the better." Professor Quirrell said hastily.

Snape was silent for a moment: "Okay, I see."

He leaned close to Professor Quirrell, ready to step out of the statue.

But suddenly footsteps came from the corridor, and it seemed that someone was talking again.

Snape couldn't help but pause, hiding next to Quirrell.

"Do you know?"

A flamboyant male voice sounded, sounding a bit like Malfoy.

But he soon stopped again.

Snape saw three people look towards the position of the statue.

"Who?" Malfoy instantly raised his wand and cast a glowing spell to illuminate the front, "Is it you, John Boo?"

The scene before him made Malfoy's heart jump in his throat.

"I didn't see anything!"

Malfoy exclaimed, and hurriedly took Goyle and Crabbe away.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the night to go shopping in Entertainment Street.

But I didn't expect to see such a powerful scene.

I didn't expect the rumors in the academy to be true!

The relationship between Snape and Professor Quirrell is really abnormal!

Should I tell others?

(End of this chapter)