Chapter 87 No, buddy
"It's just a prank. Besides, he's a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Fred shrugged: "If he's competent, he won't be able to find something wrong with this biscuit, what do you think?"
"What you said makes sense." Harry nodded in agreement.
He thought of Dudley again. If he hadn't been to Hogwarts a hundred years ago, maybe now he wouldn't mind getting some biscuits back and letting Dudley eat two.
Dudley?
Thinking of this greedy Muggle cousin, Harry thought of the Smelting Middle School he went to. It was a private boarding school, which also meant that the people who could attend this school... their family conditions Not bad at all.
If such prank props were given to my cousin to sell at Smelting Middle School, would they become popular throughout the school?
The Weasley family's family conditions are not very good. Bringing the clones can make some money and supplement the family income. At least Ron will not wear old robes anymore.
What's more, the Potter family doesn't have endless gold and silver. Sooner or later, they will all spend it, so they should find some suitable channels to make money.
Well, no...the canary biscuits are too eye-catching, so we should consider some harmless little prank props.
Thinking of this, Harry looked up and asked Fred and George: "Fred, George, I just remembered something more interesting."
"What's going on?" the clones asked in unison.
"Do you have any other ideas?" Harry tapped the canary biscuit, "I mean, besides this biscuit."
"Don't you think the canary biscuits are not strong enough and you want to give Professor Quirrell some other ideas?" Fred and George looked at each other and high-fived together: "Cool, I'll just say our Gryffindor Lion's Vision. Will never be limited——"
"No, I mean, is there anything less..." Harry picked up the cookie, "so magical? For example, something a little lighter so that Muggles can't see it."
"We really haven't thought about this." Fred and George said together, and then asked: "Then what are you going to do?"
Harry looked at them both, pointed at the table and said, "You should know that I have always lived at my aunt's house, right?"
"I know." The two nodded together.
"I have a Muggle cousin who is currently studying at Smelting Middle School." Harry said again, "If you let him promote your product to their school..."
At this point, Harry remained silent, leaving the Geminis plenty of time to imagine.
The twins looked at each other, but they still didn't understand what Harry meant.
"You mean, let your Muggle cousin take our products and sell them in school?" Fred asked: "But that's Muggle..."
"It depends on your imagination, both of you." Harry tapped his fingers on the table, "Muggle money can be exchanged for gold galleons. If I remember correctly, five pounds can be exchanged for one gold galleons. Gallon, and the middle school my cousin goes to is called Smelting, and the students there are from very wealthy families.”
"Very rich?" George's eyes lit up. He was deeply attracted by the pie that Harry drew.
"Very rich." Harry said seriously: "Even if it's not as rich as the Malfoy family, it's not far behind."
What Harry was comparing was the Malfoy family of his time. At that time, the Malfoy family was at its peak in the wizarding world. Cassandra's father, Septimus Malfoy, had great influence in the Ministry of Magic. Many people It was even believed that the then Minister of Magic, Anxius Osbot, was just Malfoy's puppet, while Septimus Malfoy was the de facto leader of the Ministry of Magic.
The current Malfoy family... is somewhat like a weasel giving birth to a mouse - one litter is worse than the other.
But even so, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. The living conditions of the Malfoy family are unimaginable for the Weasley family.
Harry's words immediately opened up Fred and George's thinking - yes, Muggles have money, why not make their money?
"Let's go study it now!" Fred and George ran away in a hurry. Harry opened his mouth, but he hadn't yet expressed his suggestions for revision.
But that's okay, just let them study it slowly.
What Harry didn't expect was that Professor Quirrell did not appear in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for two weeks, and was replaced by Professor Snape.
At this time, the Gryffindor students suffered a disaster - except for a few people who were criticized, everyone had a big point deduction.
Although the few people who are targeted will not be deducted big points, they will be found out about various minor problems and will be deducted one or two points.
To a certain extent, Professor Snape has achieved a kind of equality. He will never let you go just because you perform well in class.
After seeing Neville use an Expelliarmus very fluently, Snape's expression worsened.
It's not because of Neville's standard for casting the disarming spell, but because Neville has made some achievements in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he is still as clueless as a troll when it comes to potions.
After this comparison, Snape's opinion of Neville became even greater.
"Mr. Longbottom..." Snape said meaningfully to Neville: "It's a very standard disarming spell. Gryffindor will get two points for your standard casting..."
At that moment, the students in the entire class took a breath of air-conditioning in unison.
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Professor Snape? Are you Professor Snape himself?
Besides Potter, he would actually give extra points to other students? !
And Longbottom was the worst performer in Potions class? !
Neville also raised his head in disbelief, his expression clearly saying "Professor, did you take the wrong potion?"
Snape did not feel offended at all. He twitched his lips and said coldly: "In view of Mr. Longbottom's performance, every Wednesday and Saturday, you will come to the Potions classroom with Potter to accept my instructions. Individual guidance.”
Neville's face instantly turned bitter. He never thought that his excellent disarming spell would bring disaster to him - being severely imprisoned by Professor Snape.
Individual guidance?
Don't be kidding, who doesn't know that Professor Snape's private guidance is a VIP in-person service that allows you to enjoy one-on-one venom baptism?
At the end of get out of class, Neville was still a little reluctant to accept this fact.
"What's wrong with you, Neville?"
Seeing his roommate so lost, Ron stepped forward and asked with concern.
"I..." Neville shuddered, "I'm going to be detained by Professor Snape... God, I really hope I can live to see the sun the next day..."
"Relax, Neville." Seamus advised Neville, "Actually, things are not necessarily that bad. Don't you think Harry is still alive and well?"
"Yes, Neville." Harry also advised Neville, "Actually, Professor Snape is very gentle and easy to talk to. I learned a lot of useful knowledge from him when I was in solitary confinement."
As soon as these words came out, Neville, Seamus and Ron all looked at Harry with strange eyes.
No, man!
People and their physiques cannot be generalized!
(End of chapter)