I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 145 You Are Much Smarter Than Ian!

The exam questions were so simple that John wanted to give the school some advice to increase the difficulty of the exam.

Otherwise, how can we test the true level of the students?

But he was afraid of being besieged by other students, so he was forced to give up this plan for everyone's sake.

Walking out of the examination room with his head held high, John found Fred and George.

They were lying on the grass moaning and staring blankly at the blue sky.

"How's it going?" John lay down next to them.

"John, we sincerely suggest that you should read more books." Fred said resentfully.

George also had the same expression as Fred: "For example, the book "How to Talk When You See Others Are Sad?" is very suitable for you."

"It's just a small final exam." John pushed Fred and George's shoulders, "How did you hit you like this? You don't look like the Gryffindor king of mischief!"

When Fred and George heard the words "King of Mischief", the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitched, but soon the sadness hit them again.

"We really regret that we didn't study hard with Shanna at that time. There were several questions in the exam that we didn't know."

"If mom sees our report card." George drew a letter P in the air with his finger, "There are a few glaring marks on it, then she will definitely kill us."

"Maybe we'll be served at the table that night and they'll gather around us and celebrate!"

Fred followed, as if describing a horror story.

John rolled his eyes. If Fred and George were to tell stories, it would probably scare two kindergarteners.

"Don't worry, Mrs Weasley is a good person, she wouldn't do that, and how do you know you're going to be bad."

John tilted up and smiled at Fred and the two,
"Maybe it's very poor or extremely poor, then you have to retake it next semester, maybe you can still take classes with me in the future."

Brothers Fred and George stared blankly at John for a while, then gave a thumbs up: "You really are a comforting little genius!"

"Thank you for the compliment." John thanked the two gracefully.

"What are you going to do on vacation?"

Fred casually pulled out a piece of grass and stuffed it into his mouth, and after a few words with John, the worries in his heart eased a lot.

John thought for a while: "I should just stay in the store. I have to take advantage of this vacation to add some magic pattern knowledge, otherwise our business plan for the next semester will not be able to be carried out."

"That's great!" George exclaimed. "If only Mom didn't stop us."

"Isn't Entertainment Street already on the right track, Mrs. Weasley still disagrees with your research?" John asked.

"Original mother was about to agree." Fred turned to look at John, "but if she sees our report card during the holidays, she will disagree."

George scratched his head in distress: "Study is the first priority in mother's heart, and everything else can be ranked second."

"Why don't you come to the store during the holidays?" John tentatively said, "Anyway, the report card will not be sent home for a while, so you should find an excuse to sneak over before you get there!"

Fred's eyes lit up, sweeping away the haze just now, and whistled.

"That's right, then we can continue to study, and we have thought of several interesting things!"

"And without being scolded by my mother, there is no better idea in the world!"

George's tone suddenly became lighter.

Even if Snape passed in front of their eyes, they would all greet him kindly: "Hi, Professor!"

Time flies when people are in a better mood.

John felt that not long had passed, and the sun in the sky was hanging to the west, dyeing a large cloud red.

He got up and slapped his butt and dragged Fred and George into the auditorium.

After dinner, John excused himself and said goodbye to Fred and George and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

But when the corridor was empty, there were no students around.

John turned around and quietly walked towards Dumbledore's office.

Pushing open the wooden door, Dumbledore, who had already left the school, was sitting on a chair leisurely drinking hot tea and eating weird-looking candies.

"John, you haven't brought me a new pastry for a long time." Dumbledore's tone was slightly dissatisfied.

"Professor!" John yelled loudly, "How old are you? Is it appropriate to eat so many sweets? I was thinking about your body, and you don't see how busy I am recently, so I have time to study for you New pastry."

"Excuses, they're all excuses, you're starting to perfunctory me now, like when you first started school."

Dumbledore, like an urchin, kept shaking his head and counting the respect John showed him when he first started school.

John hurriedly raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, Professor, if you come to the store after the holiday, I will definitely satisfy you."

A sly smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, and he nodded with satisfaction.

John didn't want to pay attention to him, and unceremoniously dragged the plate in front of Dumbledore to his own, picked up two candies and threw them into his mouth.

Although the shape is not very good-looking, but the taste is not bad, with a hint of sweet fragrance.

Much better than the pile of cockroaches that Dumbledore had recommended to him before.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Can't we simply chat with you?"

"Are you afraid that I will destroy the level you designed for Harry?"

John ruthlessly exposed him.

Dumbledore is indeed a person who has experienced big winds and waves, he nodded and admitted without embarrassment.

"The mysterious man took this opportunity to steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight, I can understand, but how can you guarantee that Harry will go?"

John looked at Dumbledore puzzled. Since Professor Quirrell's death, Snape has also reduced the care of the fourth floor.

Not to mention Harry, he's been having fun on Entertainment Street recently, completely forgetting about the Philosopher's Stone.

"I wrote him a letter, telling him that someone will steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight." Dumbledore said lightly, as if describing a very simple matter.

A question mark appeared on John's head: "Is this okay?"

Are you sure Harry doesn't take this as a prank and take credit for wiping his ass and flushing it down the toilet?

"I wrote it in your name." Dumbledore said with a smile, "He has a high degree of trust in you, and he shared this information with the other two children without hesitation?"

John rolled his eyes: "So that's the real reason you asked me to come here? If Harry came to ask me, but I didn't know the letter, he would be suspicious and maybe not go."

"Yes, you are much smarter than Ian!"

(End of this chapter)