I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 22 John, you are such a good man!
John looked at the crowd still pouring in at the door, and he ordered: "You can take my place, let the shoppers come and sign, and I will go to the door to greet the guests."

"No problem, feel free to leave it to me!"

Ian patted his chest and took the paper and pen from John.

As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the day finally came to an end, and Diagon Alley regained its tranquility.

John and the others sat softly on the ground like slimes.

"John, how much money did we make today?" George said with difficulty.

Those people today are so crazy, they don't take money as money, they want everything they see!

He turned up the volume to calm them down a bit.

The price to pay for this is that his throat is now burning like fire.

John raised his limp arm, grabbed the bottom of the bag next to him, and shook.

Gold Gallon and Silver Sickle poured down like water, clanging for a while.

"Grandpa, help me," John said.

"Hey, can't you let me rest for a while?"

Ian rubbed his old waist.

Those people today are so disrespectful to the elderly.

If he hadn't seen them holding the slow Jin Gallon in their hands, he would definitely drive them all out.

Ian took out his wand in dissatisfaction and pointed at the pile of money under John.

Jin Jialong and Yin Xike moved quickly and quickly divided into piles, one of which was moved in front of Ian.

"This is my reward for today!" Seeing John's eyes sweeping over him, Ian hurriedly protected Jin Jialong and said.

"Isn't that a little too much?"

John stared at Ian's pile of gold, which he couldn't protect with both hands, and said.

Ian slapped away John's hand stretched out to snatch Gold Gallon, and said as a matter of course: "I am the best magic pattern master in the magic world, and this money is already the discounted price I gave you. You must be grateful."

"But you only worked as a waiter today!" John replied without anger.

"That was arranged by you, and you didn't ask me to do other things!"

Ian smiled at John, put all the Galleons in his pocket, and walked leisurely to his bedroom, whistling happily along the way.

"Disrespectful for being old!" John shook his head in disgust, and turned his eyes to the coins on the ground.

Ian divided the gold Galleons into small piles by ten, and the silver Sickles by seventeen.

"One, two." John glanced at the coins, counted them, looked at Fred and George and said, "Today we earned a total of .150 seven galleons and thirteen silver Sickles!"

"How much?" Fred and George who were lying on the ground raised their heads instantly, "150 seven Galleons?"

"There are still thirteen Sickles!" John reminded. Silver Sickles are also money!

They could have made more, but their production capacity is limited and the supply is severely undersupplied.

Some props that require the use of magic don’t look cool enough, and those people can’t use them, so they don’t sell much.

There are only some products from Ian. Although they also need to be driven by magic, they look cool, and they are not bad to take home as decorations.

So some people didn't want to make a trip in vain, and bought a lot of things in Ian as souvenirs.

But I didn't expect that Ian didn't know how to think about the source of drinking water, and he charged them such a high employment fee. What an old miser!
"Fred!"

"George!"

"We're rich!"

Fred and George cheered and hugged each other tightly.

"When mom is against us, we'll show him the money!" Fred said loudly.

George then started a happy association: "We will re-establish our family status, at least above Percy!"

"Then if Bill and Charlie don't come back, aren't we the eldest in the family?" Fred said with a smile.

"Yes, mother will call us like Percy then, Fred."

"George."

The two shouted to each other softly.

John got goosebumps when he heard it.

He felt that the beautiful imagination of Fred and George might really only exist in imagination.

Because compared to King Gallon, Mrs. Weasley hoped that they would get back a report card full of O's.

But he didn't pour cold water on the two of Fred either.

As a human being, you need a good imagination to have the motivation to move forward.

"Although it sounds disgusting." Fred shuddered.

"But it's better than being scolded by mom," George added.

"John, we're going to get back to work, get ready for tomorrow's sale, and we're motivated now!"

Fred and George walked past John to his studio.

John smiled and nodded, then reacted and stopped loudly: "You can't make fluttering chocolates in my studio!"

He still remembers that smell. Even though Fred and George went to the secret base to clean it up a few times, he still felt that there was a stench in it.

It's like it's been marinated, and it can't be completely removed.

Fred turned back pitifully, and looked at John with tears in his eyes: "Do you have the heart to destroy the dreams of two innocent and poor children?"

John saw that George also had a tendency to continue to play, he quickly waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, you go."

"John, you're such a nice guy!"

Fred and George rushed to the studio, ready to continue their unfinished business.

Two scams!

John shook his head and collected the coins on the ground, and walked downstairs. He decided not to go to the studio for a while.

In his spare time, he was going to read the textbooks that the school required to buy. Although he didn't understand some knowledge points, he used them as a preview and memorized them all.

After the frenzy on the first day, John's business gradually cooled down.

After all, wizards are limited, and there are even fewer Muggle families who go to Hogwarts to study every year.

And not every family is willing to spend more than a dozen gold Galleons to buy entertainment props.

There are also many poor people in the wizarding world.

So John has split up their wares so you can buy a jar or a few individually.

This barely drove some sales.

But after experiencing the fiery first day, John and the others can still bear this kind of desolation.

So they are thinking and researching every day, trying to make something that everyone can use and is still interested in.

But the two things Fred and George made one after another can only be regarded as prank props.

Children are very interested, but the number of Galleons they hold is limited.

And there are too few types of goods on the shelves of John and the others, so they can only be regarded as small troubles.

Although the props made by John are very popular, the output is too small to form economies of scale, so they can only be sold as high-quality goods.

So they have to wait for a benefactor!
Waiting for a big fat sheep to save their "poor and down" days!

(End of this chapter)