I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 39 You will be hanged by street lights like this!
After friendly negotiation, Draco agreed to pay 590 Galleons, but he didn't have such a large amount of money with him.

So John agreed to let Draco pay in installments, temporarily paying part of it first, and the final payment within a week.

After Draco led Goyle and Crabbe away arrogantly, Fred and George looked at each other.

"Is this money so easy to make?"

Fred asked skeptically, he and George had been busy all afternoon and hadn't made as much money as John for a while.

Looking at the two of them, John quoted Ms. Ravenclaw's famous words in a deep tone: "Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of human beings!"

"You kid, are you saying that we are not as smart as you?"

Fred and George stepped forward immediately, one of them locked John's twins, and the other tortured John - scratching his flesh.

John's body twisted vigorously, but his strength was still much weaker than Fred's, and he couldn't change the situation at all.

George pinched John's waist with his hand, and John curled up as if he had been electrocuted, with an uncontrollable laugh from his mouth.

"I was wrong!" John struggled to spit out a few words.

George patted John on the shoulder: "If you know you made a mistake, don't make it next time, or what awaits you is even more brutal torture!"

"It's scarier than Filch could imagine!" Fred let go of John's hand, and then threatened.

"You two are going to Gryffindor, really the most correct decision the Sorting Hat has ever made!" John straightened his wrinkled school robes, moved a few steps aside, then shook his head in disgust, "How rude!"

"Huh?" Fred and George glanced dangerously at John, with faint smiles on their faces.

"I was wrong!" John immediately performed a standard French etiquette.

Seeing that the few people didn't intend to go back to the dormitory, Shana had no choice but to say: "Just to remind you, it's getting late now, if you don't leave, Filch will really come to talk to you."

"Yes, yes, it's time to go, we don't want to go to Filch's to admire his torture equipment."

Fred imitated Filch's two movements in a funny way, and walked towards the tent door.

"Shana, wait a minute." John waved to Shana.

Shanna followed behind Fred and George. She was a little tired from the crazy mental activities all night, her head drooped, and she looked even thinner against the two tall ones in front of her.

Hearing John's voice, Shanna quickly lifted her spirits, turned her head and said, "What's wrong?"

"You forgot something." John walked up to Shana and handed her five galleons, "Your salary."

Shana frowned and didn't reach out, "I said this time it's free."

"Being a friend is free." John smiled and said sincerely, "But I want to invite you to be our employee, so it can't be free, or the workers' association will trouble me."

Shana looked at the gleaming Galleon in John's hand with vacillating eyes. After a while, she bowed to John and said very seriously: "Thank you, I will definitely do a good job in the future, but."

Shana only took a piece of Galleon from John's hand: "It doesn't need that much, these are enough, you have already helped me this morning."

As soon as she arrived at school yesterday, she received news that her grandma's illness had relapsed, and seeing a doctor requires money.

But she just bought the things on the school start list not long ago. Although they were all second-hand goods, she still spent all her savings.

She had no choice but to try and ask her few friends—Fred and George—if they could lend her some money.

Unfortunately, Fred and their money had just flown away with an owl, but they gave her an idea to find Ravenclaw's big dog, John.

So there was the cooperation this morning and the high salary of the three gold Galleons.

But they didn't tell John the truth, otherwise they would kidnap him morally.

And one thing they didn't lie to John was that Fred and George did hire Shanna a lot.

It's just that they had never been paid such high wages. After all, Fred and George were also poor.

And Fred and George didn't want John to bear the burden. They planned to return the money to John after today's sale, but they didn't expect John to refuse directly.

"One size is one size." John shook his head, reached out to grab Shana's hand, and put all the remaining Galleons into her hand, "You deserve it all, your performance this afternoon is comparable to Frey's." De and George are much better, and I hope you will continue to carry forward in the future!"

After seeing Shana's powerful calculation ability, John planned to bring her into the organization.

And with her and Voldemort's irreconcilable relationship, she will definitely be reliable when Voldemort is reborn in the future.

If the conditions are right, John plans to take in more war orphans in the future.

In the future, if Voldemort is ignorant and wants to trouble them, they will be an Avenger Legion as soon as they change their clothes!
"Oh!" Fred and George raised their heads and screamed, "No way, Boss John, we have worked so hard for two afternoons, it's fine if you don't praise us, and use us as a negative example, black-hearted capitalists! You like this They will be hung with street lights!"

What's wrong?

Who in the world does not share?

John quickly stated his position: "I firmly stand with the working people!"

Shana hesitated for a moment, put Jin Jialong into the bag, and clutched it with her right hand.

Listening to the fight between John and the others, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and a warm feeling slowly surged in her heart.

For as long as she can remember, she has struggled to survive.

When she grew up a bit, she could help out with other things. She thought life would be easier, but unexpectedly, her grandma fell ill again, and the burden of life fell on her immature shoulders, making her almost out of breath.

It wasn't until this moment, when she held Jin Gallon in her pocket and looked at the people around her, that she felt a little relieved, as if a ray of sunshine had shone into the dark cloud-covered sky.

"Okay, let's go back!"

When John greeted everyone to the tent door and lifted the curtain, he suddenly felt that something was missing.

correct!

dennis!
John slapped his forehead and looked towards a dark corner of the tent, where the light was just blocked by the shelves in front.

Dennis was huddled in a chair there, soundly asleep, and there was a slight snoring sound between his mouth opening and closing.

John walked in and said, "Let's go, Dennis, we should go back to the dormitory."

The only answer was Dennis' grunt.

John breathed out, leaned closer and shouted, "Dennis, it's time to eat!"

"Eat, have you eaten?!" Dennis raised his eyes instantly, staring back and forth, "Where is it? Where is it? What did you eat?"

"It's time for us to go back to the dormitory!" John said.

"oh oh."

Dennis nodded stupidly, and followed John like a puppet. Without the temptation of food, he almost fell asleep again.

　Ask for a ticket! !

　　The plot of Chapter 37 Filch didn't feel right, so I changed it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)