I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 89
The next morning, John walked out of the dormitory as usual, going to find Fred and George.

When he passed the place where he met Snape and Professor Quirrell yesterday, John found that Professor Quirrell was walking around with his head down, looking for something.

"Professor Quirrell, good morning!"

John waved hello, anyway, Quirrell didn't know it was him yesterday.

Professor Quirrell was startled by the sudden sound. He wanted to escape, but he felt that something was wrong.

So he shook his body, raised his head and squeezed out an ugly smile: "Oh, oh, it's John Bullock, good morning, and Merry Christmas."

John carefully looked at Professor Quirrell's expression.

He didn't seem to sleep all night last night, his face was tired, his eyelids were half drooping, and he was drowsy.

Through the observation of Professor Quirrell, John also confirmed one thing.

Quirrell really didn't know that it was him who eavesdropped yesterday.

John was completely relieved, and asked with a smile, "What are you looking for here?"

"No, no." Professor Quirrell rubbed his hands and replied nervously, "I dropped a little thing, I want to see if I can find it?"

"What? Do you need my help?"

John asked with concern, like a good student who is willing to help others.

If the professor does not give him ten points, he is sorry for his excellent performance.

"No, no need, I can do it myself." Quirrell smiled and waved again and again.

"Okay, then you are busy, I will go first, Professor Quirrell."

John shrugged and walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

When John's figure disappeared into the distance, Professor Quirrell looked around vigilantly, and asked in a low voice: "Master, could it be that kid again? He often hangs out with the two Weasley boys at night." .”

There was a moment of silence in the corridor, and Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded: "It's not him, when he saw you just now, there was no fluctuation in his mind."

Professor Quirrell sighed in disappointment: "Okay."

But Voldemort knew that John was wearing the pendant, let alone him, even if Dumbledore stared at him for a day, John's thoughts would not change.

Because all they can see are false things created by magic.

On the other side, John walked into the Gryffindor lounge, where Fred and George were leaning head to head, resting on each other's support.

John silently took out his camera to take pictures of this scene before walking to the two of them.

"John." Fred yawned, "You're a little late today."

"I ran into a little trouble last night, go, go to the dormitory and tell you."

John and Fred and George went back to their dormitory.

He told them what happened last night.

It just omitted the fact that Voldemort was behind Professor Quirrell's head.

"So Snape and Quirrell both want the item on the fourth floor, are they accomplices?"

Fred lay on the bed, touched his chin and analyzed.

George sighed: "I didn't expect them to hide so well, especially Professor Quirrell. I didn't see that he had the courage to steal things at all."

"If you can all see, how dare he come to Hogwarts to steal things?" John complained.

"That's right." Fred got up from the bed, looked at John and asked, "Then what should we do next? Go to Professor Dumbledore and expose them?"

"You don't have to worry about this, I will take care of it." John replied, "I just tell you two to pay attention, don't keep teasing them."

"Are we such ignorant people?" George rolled his eyes, "Then we don't do anything?"

"How is it possible!" John raised his eyebrows and said, "Continue with your research, you two, don't try to be lazy!"

"Black-hearted capitalist, boring."

Fred and George were in bed at the same time, although they enjoyed studying the strange props.

But those things are not as interesting as fighting with bad guys, especially when they still have a professor status.

Wouldn't it be possible to take the opportunity to retaliate against all the anger I received in class?

Exciting to think about!
Fred and George have another bad idea
"You guys should be more careful these days. It's best not to go out at night." John said, "Heiger wrote to me this morning, saying that our entertainment street has been built. Do you two want to go and have a look?"

"Of course I'm going!"

Fred and George said happily that the two of them seemed to have forgotten about Snape and Quirrell at once.

One of them held John's arm and dragged him out of the dormitory.

On the way down the stairs, they happened to meet Harry and Ron, who were yawning and limp.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes.

John replied: "The entertainment street has been built, do you want to go and see it together?"

Harry opened his eyes wide, regained consciousness for an instant, and nodded repeatedly.

The five of them walked out of the tower together and walked to the open space on the side of the castle.

There was nothing there, and few people went there.

But now a wall of nearly two meters has been built with stones, enclosing the entire area.

Several Q-version Johns wearing magic top hats are painted on the wall.

Each one is different, and some of them swallowed the troll happy candies and turned into trolls roaring with excitement.

Some ate scarlet vampires and hid in corners, carefully avoiding the sun.

Basically every product they launch has a corresponding portrait.

I believe that in the distant future, the portrait of John Xiang will be able to cover the entire wall.

The area where the stone wall is close to the castle breaks off an area with a double iron gate and a large signboard hanging above it.

It's written in lowercase: Diagon Alley Magic and Wizardry.

Below are the three big characters of Entertainment Street in bold and bold.

Each word flashes in different colors in turn, and it will be more beautiful if it is at night.

"what is this?"

Harry walked curiously into a large explanatory notice hanging by the door.

It says:

Solemnly declare.

The overall person in charge of Entertainment Street is Harry Potter, and Harry Potter is responsible for everything that happens in this street.

"That's what it means literally." John patted Harry on the shoulder, "You are our person in charge now, we will pay you every month, and this is what we agreed in the previous contract oh."

Harry nodded blankly, he hadn't looked at the contract at all at that time.

Just thinking that John and the others could help them find clues about the thing on the fourth floor, he wrote down the name with a swipe of the pen.

I never thought there would be so many twists and turns, but now it's too late to regret it.

Because John seems to have said that there are severe punishments attached to the contract to ensure that both parties dare not violate the contract.

Harry pursed his lips, he suddenly felt that the entertainment street in front of him was not very pleasant.

But thinking that he can have a salary every month and can make money by himself, he feels a little happy in his heart, so his mood suddenly becomes a little complicated.

Ron looked at Harry enviously from the sidelines. He only heard the word salary, but ignored all the responsibilities behind it.

Walking into the iron gate, the cobblestone-lined road leads to the distance, with several wooden houses built one after another on both sides.

Three of them have been put up with signs: Monster Duel Masters, Freshman Essentials Store, and Fun Furniture Store.

But there is still one thing that has not been completed, that is, the traceless stretching spell has not been cast inside.

Space is limited and cannot accommodate too many students.

John shifted his gaze to Harry, and told him the story with a smile, winking kindly.

"Go and help us find Dumbledore, let him wave his wand and exercise."

Harry shook his head sharply, the last visit had done a great deal of damage to his fragile heart.

John approached Harry and whispered, "In exchange, I can tell you who Nico Mailer is. Hermione is coming back, and maybe the man in the castle is ready to act!"

Harry's eyes widened. Before Hermione left, she specifically asked them to work hard to find clues about Nicole Mailer.

But he and Ron had had too much fun and had completely forgotten about it, so now it was nothing.

Harry thought about it, and finally nodded with difficulty.

Who told me to be the general manager of Entertainment Street!
Those who can do more work
Harry comforted himself that way.

(End of this chapter)