I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 140

Fred, George, hope you're alive.
John walked quickly to the door of Snape's office.

Knock on the door, open the door and enter.

John saw Snape standing up in the middle of the room, so angry that his eyes seemed to be on fire.

Marcus Flint, Malfoy, and two of his henchmen stood gloatingly behind Snape, their cheeks flushed as they suppressed a smile.

Fred and George were like quail, standing in a file against the wall, bowing their heads for reprimand.

"Dumbledore?" Snape asked in confusion when he heard the door open, "Are you here?"

"Professor McGonagall told me about the two of them, let me come and deal with it." John looked at Fred and George with a smile, "Leave them to me, what do you think, Severus?"

The expressions on Fred and George's faces grew bitter.

If the news of being called to the headmaster's office reached Mrs. Weasley's ears, they would both spend their next holidays in hell.

Snape's face was a little gloomy, his thin lips curved into an arc: "Dumbledore, I think I have the ability to deal with them."

"After all, I approved the establishment of Entertainment Street, and I am also responsible." John looked at Snape not to be outdone, "So it's better for me to handle this matter."

Snape stared at John for a moment, and said slightly dissatisfied: "Since you have said so, then do as you said."

"Thank you." John said with a smile, "By the way, Severus, do you still have this thing here?"

He took out a note and handed it to Snape.

Snape took it and glanced down, looking at the words Felix Elixir on the paper, a puzzled look flashed across his face.

"What do you want this thing for?"

"Need to use it to execute a plan, do you still have it?" John said.

"Yes, but only two drops," Snape replied.

"Enough, give me those two drops first." John said.

"Come with me." Snape stepped into the room.

John followed him until he came to a tall cabinet.

Snape muttered a few words in a low voice, and one of the cabinets automatically opened with a bang.

Snape bent down to search for a while, and took out a small bottle containing a golden liquid.

"Here you are." Snape handed the bottle to John.

"Thank you." John took it and put it in his pocket, smiling.

Dumbledore's identity is really easy to use!
How could another person get Felicia Elixir so easily?

"The ingredients to make Felicia?" Snape said with a look in his eyes.

John immediately understood: "Everything is borne by the school!"

It wasn't his money anyway, John agreed with great joy.

As for whether Snape can get the money in the future, it depends on whether Dumbledore admits it or not.

Snape nodded in satisfaction, because there is a certain failure rate in brewing potions, and he has the final say on this probability.

So every time he works for the school, he can get a lot of benefits from it.

Public work is much more comfortable than private work!

It was a deal that both of them were very happy with.

Looking at Snape tacitly, John turned and walked to the door.

On the way, he took a casual look at Flint who had been shrinking behind Goyle since he entered the room.

Flint shuddered at the sudden glance, and quickly lowered his head.

The quality of my heart is not hard enough!

Much better than your predecessor, Professor Quirrell!
John complained silently in his heart, and said to Fred and George: "Come on, you two go to the office with me."

"Oh." Fred and George responded sullenly, and followed behind John dejectedly.

Pushing the door open and walking into the office, John leaned comfortably on the soft chair.

Fred and George stood in front of the large table, silently staring down at the ground, seeming to be very interested in the blankets on the ground.

"Why, do you also do research on carpets?" John asked with a smile.

"Uh" Fred and George looked at each other, trying to figure out John's intention with this question.

After thinking for a while, Fred tentatively said, "I understand a little bit, professor, do you need it? We can give you a new one!"

"Oh? Are you bribing me?" The smile on John's face remained the same, but his tone became a lot stronger.

Fred knew that he might have guessed wrong, so he immediately bowed his head silently and admitted his mistake.

John tried his best to suppress the smile in his heart, and said seriously: "Now let's talk about what you two have committed. I heard that you set up an arena on Entertainment Street and put Slytherin students in the hospital." ?”

Fred quietly cast a glance at George, and their expressions changed immediately.

His eyebrows were drooping, and his face was full of grievances, as if he had been wronged so much.

"Look at the looks of you two, did I wrong you?" John asked.

"It's not wronged, professor." George said with a bitter face, "but you have found the wrong person."

"We're not the masterminds!" Fred continued, "We're just two little lambs being pushed out for sacrifice!"

"Oh?" John frowned, wanting to see how much nonsense these two people were talking about, and then asked, "Who is the mastermind?"

A struggling expression appeared on Fred's face, as if he was engaged in a fierce inner struggle.

In the end, he closed his eyes as if accepting his fate, gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "It's our boss, John Bullock! We did everything according to his orders."

George said: "Although we know that this matter is wrong, we dare not defy him. After all, he is the boss, and we are both paid by him!"

dog people!

You two are really welcome!

Throw all pots at me!
John resisted the urge to get up and smash Fred and George with a chair, and said, "But as far as I know, John has been busy in the dormitory for the past few days. He doesn't seem to have time to participate in this matter, right?"

"This." George rolled his eyes, "He told Dennis to send us a letter! He is in charge of planning, and we will do a little hard work!"

"It seems that you two are not ready to tell the truth." John's face darkened, and he said sharply, "I think it is necessary for me to talk to Mrs. Weasley."

Fred yelled badly in his heart.

He originally wanted to blame John, and give John some compensation afterwards, and let John beat him up a few times.

Anyway, it is impossible for Dumbledore to punish John too severely.

Not to mention Ian.

But now the ruse has been seen through.

With crying expressions on their faces, Fred and George apologized earnestly: "Professor, we were wrong."

"So whose attention is it?" John asked.

"The two of us." Fred and George whispered. "We saw that there were fewer people buying troll candies, so we came up with this bad idea."

"I won't inform Mrs. Weasley this time." Looking at the joy on the faces of Fred and George, John continued, "But in order for you to remember this lesson, you must be given Punishment, how about this, you go and trim the grass of the castle!"

John originally wanted to have only Fred and George mow the grass around Pleasure Street.

But the two of them were fuller than Harry and Ron.

So he was afraid of being exposed, so he could only expand the range for them.

Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing!

Fred and George responded in unison.

As long as the parents are not informed, they can accept any punishment.

(End of this chapter)