I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 133 Quirrell is dead!

In the following time, John, Fred, and George went into the last room to take a look.

It was empty inside, except for a tall and magnificent mirror in the middle.

Fred and George stepped forward to glance curiously, and immediately exclaimed.

They saw in it that they had opened branches of Diagon Alley's Witch and Wizardry all over the world.

Every child holds a prank product they have designed in their hands.

Fred and Fred laughed so hard that the corners of their mouths almost moved to the sides.

"John, take a look, it's a good thing!" Fred shouted loudly.

"This is a prophetic mirror!" George said, "It can see our future!"

"You think too much. It's called the Mirror of Erised. It can only reflect the desires in your heart. If it can predict the future, the price of this mirror will directly increase dozens of times!" John poured cold water on them and wiped out the mirror. The flames of excitement in the hearts of the two of them.

Disappointment flashed across Fred's face, and he dragged John to the magic mirror, urging him to take a quick photo: "Take a look at what you can see in the mirror?"

John looked forward.

There are circles of ripples on the smooth and bright mirror surface, but the image has been unable to be displayed for a long time.

After a while, the magic mirror seemed to feel offended.

A line of text at the bottom lit up word by word, emitting a dazzling light.

A dark golden film enveloped John in the center.

"John!"

George reached out to pull John out.

But as soon as his hand touched the golden light, his skin felt the pain of being scorched by the flames.

He retracted his hand reflexively.

"Damn!"

George cursed, looking at the slight burn marks on his hands, he shook his hands, gritted his teeth and prepared to shoot again.

"Wait!" Dumbledore grabbed Fox's foot and appeared in the empty room instantly.

Fred and George didn't care about breaking the school rules, they hurried to Dumbledore's side.

"Professor, save John quickly."

"It's all our fault, we made him look in that mirror!"

"Don't worry." Dumbledore's squinted eyes seemed to penetrate the golden film and saw John inside, "His life is not in danger now."

When the golden light rushed towards John, the pendant hanging on his chest suddenly floated up.

Block all the golden light outside, and compete with the magic power gushing out of the magic mirror.

At this time, the ripples on the mirror surface disappeared, and a strange scene appeared.

John saw himself as if sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The long table in front of him was full of delicacies.

He was holding a goblet with a big smile on his face.

It should be talking to someone next to you.

But the power of the magic mirror doesn't seem to be enough.

Those figures were very blurred.

John couldn't see a single person, not even a man and a woman.

He wanted to take off the pendant on his chest to see what happened.

But he had just heard Dumbledore's voice, and he didn't dare.

Afraid that Dumbledore would use Legilimency to see the secret in his mind.

This old guy has tried several times!

While he was hesitating, the surface of the magic mirror suddenly shook a few times, as if it was about to burst.

Dumbledore's face changed slightly, he quickly pulled out his wand and waved it around.

The golden light shrouded around John was slowly pushed back into the magic mirror by him.

"Thank you, Professor."

John said with a little regret, because in the end he still couldn't see the scene in the magic mirror clearly.

"What did you see?" Dumbledore looked at John with wise eyes.

"I saw that I was eating, and there was a group of people around me, but unfortunately I couldn't tell who they were." John replied truthfully.

Dumbledore nodded silently without comment.

Fred gave George and John a silent look and told them to get out.

The two of them turned around quickly and quietly moved towards the exit.

"Oh? Are you going to leave me here as an old man and leave alone?" Dumbledore smiled lovingly and looked at Fred and the two of them.

"Cough." Fred stopped the car in embarrassment, "Professor, there is nothing wrong with us."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I'll take you out."

"No need!" George took a step back and quickly waved his hand, "We can go out by ourselves, so we don't need to bother you."

"That's no good, let the two of you go out, maybe you will leave something here."

With a movement of Dumbledore's hand, Fred and George seemed to have an invisible rope wrapped around their waists, dragging them to John's side.

John smiled at them, and from the moment Dumbledore appeared, he had no intention of running away.

This old man is an old fox, and they are his opponents!

"Let's go out!"

Dumbledore's voice fell, and John closed his eyes under the pressure of a blinding fire.

After the skin could no longer feel the heat, John opened his eyes again and found that they had appeared in the dim corridor.

"Go back quickly, remember not to let Filch find out, or Professor McGonagall will not let you go."

Dumbledore blinked mischievously and said to Fred and George.

"Thank you, Professor." Fred and George turned to leave, but they saw John still standing there in a daze.

They thought that the magic mirror just broke John's brain.

So Fred smiled at Dumbledore and put his hand on John's shoulder.

"Hurry up, why are you standing there!" Fred said in a low voice.

"You two go first." Dumbledore said, "I still have something to do with John."

John shrugged and said, "Go ahead. I'll come back to you tomorrow!"

"Okay." Fred nodded, leaned closer to John and said in a low voice, "Be careful, and get out if you have something to do!"

"I know!" John replied with a smile.

Watching Fred and George disappear at the end of the corridor in three steps and two turns.

John turned his head and asked, "Professor, what do you want from me?"

"I'll take you somewhere first."

Dumbledore's hand held John's shoulder, and flames surged around him again, and they appeared in a dark room.

Dumbledore raised his hand and waved, the closed window opened, and the bright moonlight poured into the house.

John finally saw the scene around him clearly.

The room is monotonous and simple as a whole, without much furniture, and there are stacks of books on the bookshelves and on the table.

There are also some instruments for brewing potions that are placed in various places.

On top of that, there was an indescribable stench lingering in the air.

It doesn't smell like a troll's room, but something rotten and smelly.

"Professor, where is this?" John asked, fanning with his hands.

"Professor's Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore replied calmly.

"Ah?" John blinked, and Dumbledore's answer was somewhat unexpected, "Isn't Professor Quirrell already...?"

John stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes, waiting for his answer.

"That's right." Dumbledore's hand stretched out from his long sleeve, pointing to the blanket on the ground in front of him. It has a protruding arc and looks like a human figure. "Quirrell is dead."

(End of this chapter)