I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 116 Professor Quirrell
"Oh? I think they are pretty good!"

John shouted to the centaurs,

"It was me, John Brock, who sent Professor Dumbledore over to help."

"John?" a centaur said in surprise, "Didn't Ronan send you out of the forest?"

"What about Ronan? How did he do it?" Another centaur asked.

"I did send him out." Ronan stepped out of the crowd, looked at John and asked, "Why are you back?"

"Come back and help you, after all these things are caused by me." John replied.

"Although we can solve it, thank you for your kindness." Ronan replied, "Go back soon."

"Okay, please help me collect the venom of the acromantula, count it in our next transaction!" John said.

Ronan nodded: "No problem!"

John waved at the centaur and turned to look at Dumbledore: "Well, I'm not wrong, am I? They're really good."

Dumbledore looked at the centaur whose attitude was completely reversed, looked at John, and said with a smile, "Brother of the centaur? Weasley's description is very appropriate."

"Our business partner is called fit!" John rolled his eyes and said, "I just want to tell you that humans can't cooperate with centaurs."

"So?" said Dumbledore.

"So based on my increasingly close relationship with the centaur." John said with a smile, "I may be able to serve as a bridge for cooperation between you in the future. The centaur's astronomy and divination skills are very good!"

The current divination technique mastered by wizards is like a lottery. Only when one is very lucky can one draw a prophecy, and most of the time it is a thank you for your patronage.

But the horses are different. Divination is like their innate talent. According to the changes in the sky, they may predict some changes in the future, which is much more reliable than human divination.

It's just that they don't usually tell others about the prophecies they see.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "What do you need?"

"Hey, a certificate that allows me to enter the Forbidden Forest, otherwise how can I deepen my relationship with them!" John said.

"You have almost visited the Forbidden Forest. The school rules I set up are useless to you. What else do you need to prove?" Dumbledore said.

"That's not the same!" John said, "I will be deducted points if I am caught now! Every time I come in, I am frightened, for fear of being discovered."

Dumbledore didn't believe John's nonsense, but he agreed anyway.

"You are only allowed to come in alone, and you cannot be known by other students."

"What about Fred and George?" John asked hastily, he couldn't afford to lose his loyal guardian.

Dumbledore replied: "They can also come in, but they can only be with you. If they come alone, it is still a violation of school rules."

He had also seen at the edge of the wood how the centaurs treated Fred and George.

They have not won the favor of the centaurs, and it is still a bit dangerous to walk in the Forbidden Forest.

"No problem!" John replied immediately, "Thank you, Professor!"

He was satisfied at this time, although he lost three stone piers, he also gained enough income.

Dumbledore nodded, and said: "Whenever the centaurs are willing to cooperate with me, you come over and tell me immediately, I want them to predict something for me.

"it is good!"

John patted his chest and promised that he and Dumbledore had found Fred and George.

Under the protection of Shidun, the two of them are still busy in full swing.

Although the sweat on their heads has fallen like raindrops, the two of them are still full of motivation, like tireless machines.

John rolled up his clothes and immediately joined the two of them.

Every time he took out a bit of the venom of the giant eight-eyed spider, there seemed to be a drop in his ear.

Then a mechanical voice sounded: Gold Gallon plus one.

The physical strength that wasted was made up in an instant.

No wonder Fred and George haven't shouted tired for so long!

Finally, with the help of Dumbledore, John managed to clean up the acromantula on the ground before dawn.

As soon as he got back to the dormitory and touched the bed, he fell into a sleepy sleep.

Until he was woken up abruptly by Dennis and dragged into class, his mind was still not clear enough.

The physical exertion last night was too great, and today he felt that his whole body wanted to be put in chains, and it took a lot of effort to move even a little.

Time passed quickly in sleepiness that came and went.

The bell in the Potions classroom rang.

According to John's request, Dennis shook his shoulders vigorously, so that he could wake up quickly.

John yawned loudly, stretched his arms, and his bones cracked.

Although he was ordered to act last night, he still made Snape miserable.

He was afraid that Snape would retaliate by taking the class and deducting their house points.

So he couldn't be caught by Snape.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door, but it was different from the usual vigorous and resolute footsteps, this time the footsteps stopped.

Professor Snape was injured?

John looked towards the door.

A familiar figure pushed the door open, and Snape limped up to the podium with a sullen face.

When Snape turned, John noticed that his other hand was also bandaged.

Looking at Snape who seemed to have experienced a great ordeal.

John couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, and felt a little sympathy.

Want to ask Snape to rest and rest, they can study by themselves.

But in the next second Snape clicked him coldly, and asked seven or eight very unpopular questions in a row.

Fortunately, as a Ravenclaw, John had already memorized the entire book, so he passed the test without any risk.

But Snape on stage didn't seem too satisfied.

He pondered for a moment, and finally deducted [-] points from Ravenclaw on the grounds that John spoke too fast, which caused him to fail to hear clearly.

The sympathy in John's heart was instantly wiped out by Snape's operation.

After finishing the Potions class with all his energy, John hung on Dennis sickly as if all his strength had been taken away, and moved to the auditorium step by step.

As soon as he finished eating a piece of steak, Fred and George sneaked up to sit beside him.

"John," Fred whispered.

John looked at the two people who were the same as the underground party joints, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Professor Quirrell, it's gone."

"disappeared!"

"died!"

"Do you think it will have something to do with us?"

Fred and George you talk to each other.

"Huh?" John's mind froze for a moment, and he looked at the two in puzzlement.

Then Fred and the others recounted the matter to him from beginning to end.

When they were in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, they waited in the classroom for a long time and did not see Quirrell arrive.

Half of the class was over before Professor McGonagall hurried over and said that Professor Quirrell had asked for leave.

Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were canceled until he returned from leave.

John nodded. It turned out that he was asking for leave.
and many more!

Snape has become like that, the weaker Quirrell can't really die, can he?
What about Voldemort?

Our dear student Harry is still looking forward to his final exam!
(End of this chapter)