I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 3 What is a drop in the bucket?
The basement of the shop.

John put the wooden board on a table more than one meter long, opened the drawer below, and took out an exquisite carving knife with beautiful patterns on the handle and a small dark green gemstone inlaid on the top.

It was a birthday present from Ian on his birthday.

"I earned another three Galleons today, so I should be able to break through."

John muttered to himself, holding the Gold Galleon earned by Dumbledore in his right hand, put his left hand on the table, and then put the Gold Galleon in his hand close to the index finger of his left hand.

After a while, the beautiful tattoo on the knuckle of the index finger turned into a little golden dragon. It happily roamed around on the finger, opened its mouth and swallowed three gold Galleons in one gulp, and even belched contentedly.

This little dragon appeared on his index finger when he was very young, and he was actually not an aborigine in this world, but a traveler chosen by fate.

In his last life, he had nothing to do, lying on the bed and scrolling through Station B, and suddenly saw an inspirational video for the college entrance examination. After watching it, his blood was surging, and he immediately made up his mind to take the Tsinghua University and Peking University exams in this life, and immediately got up and studied for an afternoon. .

Unfortunately, his determination still failed to come true.

On the second night, he received an unfamiliar package, and after opening it, he found that it was a Hogwarts acceptance letter.

He thought it was a game giveaway or someone's prank, so he threw it in the drawer and ignored it.

But when he woke up the next day, he suddenly found that he had turned into a child, and there were two old men dangling beside him.

One of them with white hair was quite familiar to him. He was called Albus Dumbledore, the great white wizard in the world of Harry Potter.

At first, his inner joy was mixed with fear.

After all, he also watched the Harry Potter series of books and movies when he was a child, and often imagined himself waving a magic wand and flying freely on a broom in his mind.

But this world is not completely safe, there is still Voldemort hiding in the dark and watching!
In addition to the relationship between his grandfather and Dumbledore, it is full of buffs. Maybe the Death Eaters will find their poor grandfather that day, treat them to a cup of hot tea, and feel the green light. dazzling.

After he could speak, he pestered Ian many times to move to France, away from Dumbledore.

And there was also an ordinary-looking woman there, Fleur Delacour, who was a few years older than him, but John said he didn't dislike her.

It's a pity that Ian disagreed life and death, and he and Dumbledore became closer and closer.

Fleur was moving away from him day by day, but Voldemort was getting closer.

It wasn't until he found the little gold-swallowing beast dragon on the index finger of his left hand that his heart slowly settled down.

After all, Harry and Ron were able to fight Death Eaters when they grew up, and he was so screwed up, couldn't he find a way out?
It's just a pity that this little dragon only swallows the gold coins he earned, and ignores all other "coquettish goods", which is also a bit troublesome.

Otherwise, he would directly open Ian's vault for retreat, and when he leaves, wouldn't he be able to punch Dumbledore and kick Voldemort.

The golden dragon, which was full of food and drink, circled around his finger again and turned into a tattoo. John felt his mind cool down for a while, and the questions that he couldn't figure out were instantly answered.

This is the role of Jinlong, you can add learning buffs to him, and feel the joy of learning God.

John seized the time to get the picture album drawn by Ian for him, and studied it carefully.

The study time bought with money is limited and cannot be wasted.

Five or six minutes later, the coolness in John's head disappeared, and the magic pattern in front of him became complicated again, and a thought arose in his mind whether I was an idiot or not.

This can be regarded as the sequelae of using the golden dragon. He can't react for a short period of time after the buff ends.

John closed his eyes and blanked his mind for more than ten seconds, and opened his eyes only after he gradually got used to his "wisdom".

Although the time is short, he has figured out the first three magic lines, and now he should be able to carve them out perfectly.

Satisfied, John pushed the album aside, took a piece of wood and put it on his chest, then took a deep breath, picked up the carving knife on the table, the magic power slowly gushed out, and formed a A silver dot.

Holding the carving knife close to the wooden board, with a little force to swipe, the magic power collided with the wooden board, slowly forming a thin silver line.

John's breathing became more and more stable, and the hand holding the carving knife was already as stable as Mount Tai after years of training, without trembling.

As time passed, the pattern on the wooden board became more and more complicated, gradually forming a weird and complicated pattern, which made people dazzled.

Holding the carving knife, John pulled the silver wire and connected it to the joint of a wire. At this moment, each wire became a looping whole.

The pattern bloomed with light silver brilliance, which lasted for about a second, and then returned to calm, turning into an ordinary wooden board with patterns engraved on it.

"I succeeded?" John lightly brushed the silver line on the wooden board with his fingertips, whispered, and then jumped up high, cheering loudly, "Grandpa, I succeeded!"

On the first floor, Ian was lying on the rocking chair. As it swayed up and down, his eyelids drooped, and he was about to fall asleep, but John's yelling woke him up directly.

He sat up instantly, looked left and right, and kept saying, "Ah? What's the matter? Is there a guest?"

John ran to Ian with the wooden board, presented it in front of him, and said excitedly, "Grandpa, look quickly, I have carved a perfect magic pattern!"

Ian stared at the wooden board in front of him for a moment, took it with trembling hands, and slid his fingertips along the lines on the board.

His snorting became more and more serious, and when his fingertips returned to the original point, he raised his head and said loudly: "Quick, quick, go, bring grandpa's carving knife!"

"Okay!" John ran to Ian's workbench, found the carving knife, returned to Ian, and handed the carving knife to him.

Ian took a deep breath, and the hand holding the carving knife stopped shaking. Then he added a few strokes to the magic pattern, and tapped it with his wand, and then he threw the wooden board aside.

The magic pattern on the wooden board quickly lit up, and soon a wisp of green smoke rose, and a hot flame danced happily in the room.

Ian opened his eyes wide and stood there for a moment, then jumped up from the recliner, hugged John's head and kissed him, then stared stupidly at a portrait of a middle-aged woman next to him and smirked.

"Did you see it? My grandson is really a genius, a genius, my successor has someone!"

The air in the room gradually heated up. John looked at the flames that had climbed up the shelf, and shook Ian's arm eagerly.

"Grandpa, wake up, it's on fire, our house is going to be gone!"

But Ian was still stupid and didn't recover.

With a helpless face on his face, John could only take out his wand, recalling the incantation in his mind, and said: "Clear water is like a spring!"

The tip of the staff quickly spit out a ball of clear water, which is nothing compared to the jubilant flames.

John sighed, ran to the kitchen, picked up a big bucket and started fetching water.

At the critical moment, the traditional method is still reliable!

The bucket was full, and John struggled to carry it outside the house, only to find that the flame had long been extinguished, leaving only a pile of black coals on the ground, declaring its achievements.

Ian stood aside with his wand in one hand, looked at the sweaty John with a smile and said, "John, what do you want to eat today? My treat!"

(End of this chapter)