I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 17 We succeeded!
When Ron tried the third can of fluttering chocolate, his body dangled and floated into the air.

The most important thing is that his body hasn't changed in any way!

John held his breath, and when Ron climbed to the predetermined position, he raised his hands to cheer.

But Fred and George fell on him like crazy and pinned him to the ground.

"John, we made it!"

Fred and George cheered in synch in John's ears, and for a moment he thought he was deaf.

Ron slid around freely in the air like swimming, and said happily: "This feels really good!"

Pushing Fred and George away with difficulty, John stood up and asked, "Do you feel comfortable?"

"No." Ron was on his back, with the back of his head resting on his hands, sleeping in the air, leisurely looking at the clouds that gathered and scattered in the sky.

After 30 seconds, the effect of fluttering chocolate disappeared, Ron fell back to the ground under the influence of gravity, and Newton lay back in the coffin with peace of mind.

As soon as Ron stood firm, he asked happily: "Can you give me another one? It's so comfortable on it!"

"Of course!" Fred took out one again and put it in Ron's holding hand.

When Ron was about to swallow again, Fred elbowed George and said, "By the way, there is one more thing we didn't tell you."

"What?" Ron asked suspiciously with his hand hanging in the air.

George said understandingly: "About this chocolate."

"Maybe you don't want to know, but we have to tell you anyway," Fred said.

The confusion on Ron's face grew more and more.

John smiled and said, "Ron, it's better that you don't know."

"Come on, can you stop being so secretive? What's wrong with this chocolate?"

Seeing the expressions of John and the others, Ron suddenly felt that the chocolate in his hand was not a good thing.

"It's nothing, actually," Fred said.

"It's just the chocolate with some rat splendor," said George.

Fred made an exaggerated gesture: "And the bottle you eat is still the most, probably the amount of a few mice!"

Ron's face gradually became dull, and his Adam's apple couldn't stop sliding. When he glanced at the chocolate in his hand from the corner of his eye, he couldn't bear the nausea anymore. He ran to the side to support the tree and began to retch.

"The smell you smelled earlier was tainted when we made chocolate." George added another knife.

"Glad you like it!"

Fred ended with a laugh.

Fred doesn't think he'll be able to sleep at night if only a few of them know about the "premium" stuff inside!
"Didn't you say it's the same as what I used to eat?"

When Ron looked up, his face had turned a little pale, and he felt his stomach churning at the thought of eating something from the rat.

Fred laughed and said, "Yes, the taste is the same as before. We have adjusted it for a long time!"

"Fred!" Ron rushed towards Fred with red eyes.

Fred twisted lightly and escaped smoothly. The Quidditch he had practiced for so long was not for nothing!
"John, let's go!"

George greeted and ran to the Burrow cheering.

"We made it!"

Fred jumped up and shouted.

A pair of little birds Qingqing me on the branch were startled by him and flew up, circling in the air, not daring to fall down.

If the environmentalists are here, they must accuse him of reducing the fertility rate of birds and send them to Azkaban for a few days!

"You guys stop for me!"

Ron saw them running away and hurried after them.

Time flies, and it will soon be the day when school starts, and it is time for John to go home.

In the last period of time, they became more and more busy, and they raced against time to successfully produce two more things, which enriched their shelves.

Mrs. Weasley by the fireplace glared at Fred and George sternly: "You two can't make trouble with Mr. Bullock!"

"Understood, Mom, don't worry, we are absolutely like Percy, well-behaved and sensible, and will never cause you trouble."

George said with a smile.

They're going to Ian's store together and working on their business plan.

Of course Mrs. Weasley didn't know this, and John just said that he invited her two sons to the shop.

Mrs. Weasley urged again: "This is the money for you to buy books, take it well, and never buy anything else."

"Got it, got it, mom, I'm leaving first!"

Fred eagerly grabbed a handful of floo powder, stepped into the flames and disappeared.

After Fred and George left, John waved goodbye to Mrs. Weasley and Ron, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

"John, come and play next holiday!" Mrs. Weasley said.

"Okay!" John nodded with a smile, his body was shrouded in green flames.

"Brock's Magic Item Store."

When John opened his eyes again, a familiar scene came into view.

Fred and George embraced in the middle of the room, cheering loudly.

"Finally we left home and are in heaven again! We are free!"

"John, are you back?"

Hasty footsteps sounded, and the Ian people arrived first.

"It's me, Grandpa!" John replied.

"Mr. Bullock, and us!" Fred and George shouted in unison.

"Why are you here?"

Ian stood still and pressed his temples with a headache, but from his smiling face, it could be seen that he still liked the two little guys.

It's just that they were a little too naughty.
"Mr. Ian, have you researched anything new recently?"

Fred and George hurried to Ian's side, each hugging one arm and giving Ian a massage.

From Fred and George's point of view, Ian is a high-level power leveling agent, as long as they are brought along casually, their level will skyrocket.

"Of course." Ian enjoyed the services of Fred and the others, "But you two don't want to enter my studio again!"

The last time I left them for a few days, the two of them almost blew up the inside.

Ian said that he was old and couldn't bear the continuous stimulation.

"Tsk, that's cruel."

Fred and George simultaneously ran away from Ian's hand and turned to John.

"Don't go, press me again!" Ian said quickly, "My arm is still a little sore!"

"George, it seems that someone is talking, did you hear it?" Fred pretended to be puzzled, and listened with his ears up.

"No!" George said firmly, "You must have heard wrong!"

"Two little bastards!" Ian scolded with a smile.

Fred made a face at Ian, and said expectantly to John. "John, let's go, show us our counter quickly."

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