The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Snape walked out of the classroom without looking back, his steps were very graceful, and his back was like a big bat as the black robes fluttered with applause.

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As the teacher's door opened and closed heavily, the students in the classroom finally let out bursts of wailing.

"Link! What should I do with a paper that is 40 centimeters long?!"

John immediately rushed forward and hugged Link's thigh. He screamed especially loudly and burst into tears.

This disgusted Link so much that he almost instinctively swung his legs, but he managed not to throw John away.

The two struggled with each other for a while, and then Link picked up John, used 'Copy to Double' to copy the potion notebook, and handed it to John and said:

"Okay, okay, take this back and read it yourself. As for the paper, you can handle it yourself. This is for your own good."

Hearing this, John quickly flipped through the notes twice, and then his eyes widened suddenly. He happily stuffed the notes into his arms and said:

"Hey, Link, you're so kind."

"You don't need to remind me of this," Link rolled his eyes at him and said, "Are you okay now? Emily and I are going to have lunch. You should go back quickly and don't make light bulbs."

"Of course, go ahead."

John waved his hands and sent Link and Emily out of the classroom with a smile on his face.

As a result, when he looked back, he saw that the entire classroom was looking at him with either indifference or contempt.

Especially the Slytherins.

The sarcastic smiles in their eyes were almost undisguised.

John chuckled and didn't care about it. He patted the copy of the note in his arms and trotted to the dormitory.

He had seen it clearly before, and now the notebook in his hand was created by Link using the Dual Copying Spell.

This means that this replica notebook may disappear at any time due to exhaustion of magic power, and he must copy it as soon as possible.

As for the group of people in the classroom, in John's opinion, they were the real fools.

Snape was actually a very good Potions professor, but he just had a mouth.

But he was right in one thing.

Although their ability to enter the Potions NEWT class has proven that they have a certain amount of talent, this talent is not enough to make them proud.

John had a very clear understanding of himself. He knew very well that his talent could only be considered average in the Potions NEWT class. Under such circumstances, he wanted to have a better time in the class, and he wanted to be better in the Potions NEWT class. To go further along the way, the best way is to ask for help from Link and Emily, a pair of talented students.

The rewards for doing so are also huge.

John only scanned the notebook that Link gave him and was able to confirm that it was almost a secret book of potions and martial arts.

With it, John's learning efficiency will be at least several times faster than other students!

As for the shame.

What's the shame in fighting with your own brother?

It would be embarrassing if he asked Link seriously!

……

In the auditorium, Emily also held a notebook in her hand and was reading and reciting it carefully.

Unlike John, the note in Emily's hand was not written by Link, but the potions note that Snape had given to Link as a birthday gift.

In terms of professionalism and comprehensiveness, this thing is miles ahead of Link's.

Link stuffed a piece of stewed potato into his mouth and said to Emily with some distress:

"Honey, stop reading that crappy book and have lunch first."

"That's not okay!" Emily said without looking back, "You can't do two people's homework every class in the future, right? I don't want to hold you back."

Link shook his head helplessly, and in the end he could only help cut a piece of barbecue steak, remove the bones and put it to Emily's mouth.

"If that doesn't work, let me feed you. Come on, open your mouth, ah~"

Hearing this, two red clouds immediately floated onto Emily's cheeks. She glanced at Link secretly, but acted very honestly and swallowed the roast.

The two of them just fed and ate the other, enjoying their lunch.

The students sitting around them were a little unable to eat in an instant. This dog food was so strong that they were almost full.

But none of them dared to go up and say something to Link.

You must know that Link's reputation for having a bad temper has already spread throughout Hogwarts.

Even the freshmen were taught about Link's deeds overnight by senior seniors yesterday, and now they can be said to respect and fear Link, a 'legendary' senior.

There are exceptions to everything.

Brothers George and Fred are typical examples.

Seeing Link and Emily kissing each other there, they not only did not go around, but directly went up to them with smiles and said hello:

"Hey! Link, good lunch!"

Link ignored them at all and changed direction to continue feeding Emily.

But Emily was obviously not as shameless as Link. Seeing George and Fred staring at her, she naturally couldn't eat anymore. She shook her head, put down the book and started to eat by herself.

Link put down his fork and looked at the two brothers expressionlessly.

"Don't be angry, Link, we just want to do a business with you."

"Ha! What business can I do with you?"

Link said with a sneer.

George and Fred were not annoyed after hearing this, and slowly spread a piece of parchment on the table:

[A lot of gold galleons!

Not enough pocket money to cover your expenses?

Want to earn a little more gold?

Please contact George and Fred Weasley in the Gryffindor Common Room,

Find a simple, painless, part-time job after school.

(Note: All jobs are filled at the job seeker’s own risk.)]

Link's eyes focused on the statement at the end of the parchment.

The thing was written in a font that was so small that it was almost unclear. Link squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time before he read two words between the lines behind the 'note' - eat people!

Link raised his head and looked at George and Fred with strange eyes.

This was the first time he discovered that these two brothers really had the talent to be capitalists.

"Link, we plan to recruit student workers to produce 'Quick Candies', 'Fake Wands' and similar products to supply our sales within Hogwarts. But we have now encountered a problem."

When Fred said this, George took over and continued, "There are simply too many people signing up to work, which far exceeds Hogwarts' market demand and our funds."

Fred continued the relay, "So we were thinking, can you contract the right to sell our products outside the school? Of course, don't expect us to give you a permanent license. The sales time limit we can give you is only two at most. Years, and I can’t give you the formula.”

Looking at the Weasley brothers whose eyes were full of expectation, Link couldn't help but sneer.

He pushed the parchment back in front of the Weasley brothers and said:

"I'm not interested in doing business with you."

"Don't be like this, Link, of course we know that your family's great fortune does not value this gold Galleons. But mosquito legs are also meat! Mountains of gold and silver are also piled up one by one. We..."

George continued to persuade, but Fred on the side stopped his brother and said to Link with a smile:

"Link, it's okay if you don't agree to this matter. After all, we are a bit overestimating our capabilities. But you must help us with the other thing!"

George seemed to have reacted and answered:

"Yes, Link, you should be able to tell that there has never been any precedent for our student industry business before. If Cedric, the creamy little... Ahem, if President Cedric suddenly doesn't like us, he will come and stop us. , then our business will be completely ruined. We have no choice in this regard, so I’ll just ask you to say hello. Don’t worry, the benefits will definitely not be lost to you!"

Hearing this, the sneer on Link's face became even stronger.

Link bet that George and Fred had no intention of doing business with him at all, and their most fundamental purpose was to persuade him to help solve the student union.

'I really didn't expect that you two bastards from pure wizarding families also know how to use the threshold effect. '

Link sighed, shook his head, and said crisply:

"Since you are worried about being inspected by the student union, then treat those student workers well and don't let production accidents happen. As for going to say hello to the student union, haha, I am not interested in helping you do such a thing."

After that, Emily happened to finish her lunch by herself, so Link took her hand and walked out of the auditorium.

George and Fred stared blankly at their departing figures.

After a long time, Fred said to George with some concern:

"Let me just say it. Link can't agree to it. He has never looked down on this kind of small business. What should we do now?"

George was silent for a moment and said:

"If it doesn't work out, let's go find Ron? Anyway, he is also a prefect now, and he can talk to Cedric, that creamy face. And, compared to others, Ron's price is much cheaper. I guess I can win it with just one gold galleung, after all, this kid is too poor to have real gold galleons."

"You're wrong to say that, George." Fred said with a serious face, "We are brothers. Shouldn't we help each other in such a close relationship? How can we talk about money? How vulgar!"

Hearing this, George's eyes suddenly lit up.

"You're right!"

"Then without further ado, let's do it!"

"Let's go! We must use love to influence our dear little brother!"

George and Fred hit it off immediately and walked arm-in-arm towards the Gryffindor common room.

At the same time, Link and Emily were walking outside and chatting.

Of course, since the class schedule stipulated that they had to go to the classroom for Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the first period of the afternoon, their walks never strayed too far from the classroom.

The two of them walked slowly and leisurely like this, and entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with unusual precision.

In the classroom, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium.

She was still wearing the fluffy pink cardigan from last night, with a black velvet bow on her hair.

Like Link and Emily, there are not a few people who choose to enter the field at the pressure point.

This is everyone's revenge for Umbridge's long and time-wasting speech last night.

The 6th grade students are not as cute as the lower grade students. It can be said that it is their daily operation to show off to the new professors, not to mention that Umbridge gave everyone a very bad first impression, so they should do something small. It's normal for the methods to come out.

For example, if the meal enters the classroom this time, even if they are late, they are actually only late for tens of seconds or 1 minute.

If the professor punishes, it will appear that the professor is stingy and mean.

If the professor does not punish, he will lose all his prestige, and students will often do more extreme things.

Umbridge seemed to have chosen the latter.

She turned a blind eye to all the students who were laughing and joking. After everyone was seated, she stood up and said:

"Students, good afternoon!"

"good afternoon."

The response from the crowd was so faint it was almost inaudible.

This is because not many people spoke at all, and even if they spoke again, they would be stared back by others immediately.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Umbridge shook her head and said, "Students, this is not rude. Do you think so? I hope you can answer like this: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again."

Good afternoon, classmates! "

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."

The response was slightly louder this time, but still far below the normal volume. It was obvious that someone only opened his mouth but did not make any sound.

However, Umbridge did not continue to struggle. Instead, she gave up and said in her coquettish voice:

"That's right, it's not too difficult, is it?

Okay, now please put away your wand and take out your quill. "

As soon as these words came out, bursts of depressed whispers broke out from the crowd.

Some people even deliberately make loud noises when picking up textbooks and quills.

You know, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, putting away your wand means that the class will not be too interesting.

In fact, this class may be completely filled with a large amount of theoretical knowledge that needs to be memorized and copied.

And Umbridge obviously wanted to do just that.

She opened her handbag, pulled out a ridiculously short wand, and tapped it hard on the blackboard, and a string of blackboard writing appeared automatically.

【Defense Against the Dark Arts】

[Return to Basics Theory]

"Students, your teaching in this course has always been intermittent and unsystematic, right?" Umbridge turned to face all the students, crossed her fingers and placed them squarely on her chest and said, "Teachers are constantly changing. , and the most important thing is that many of them do not actually have teaching qualifications. They often ignore the regulations of the Ministry of Magic and teach you according to their own ideas.

Now, you will be happy to know that these problems are about to change.

What you are taking now is a carefully arranged, theory-based Defense Against the Dark Arts course approved by the Ministry of Magic!

Now, please copy these down! "

After saying this, Umbridge knocked on the blackboard again, and the writing on the blackboard immediately reappeared.

[1. Understand the basic principles of Defense Against the Dark Arts. 】

[2. Learn to identify situations in which Defense Against the Dark Arts can be used legally. 】

[3. Evaluate Defense Against the Dark Arts in the context of actual application. 】

As soon as these three outlines appeared, another burst of dissatisfied wails broke out among the students.

Link and Emily looked at each other and smiled.