Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

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 wouldn't fail to notice that there's something wrong with the cookie, don't you think?"

"What you said makes sense." Harry nodded in agreement.

He thought of Dudley again. If he had not been to Hogwarts a hundred years ago, perhaps he would not mind bringing back some biscuits for Dudley to eat.

Dudley?

Thinking of this greedy Muggle cousin, Harry recalled the Smelting School he attended. It was a private boarding school, which also meant that those who could go to this school... would not have poor family conditions.

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 was not well off, but they could earn some money from the clones to supplement the family income, and at least Ron would not have to wear his old robes anymore.

What's more, the Potter family doesn't have countless mountains of gold and silver. Sooner or later, they will spend it all. They have to find some suitable channels to make money.

Well, no... canary cookies are too eye-catching, I should think of some harmless little prank props.

Thinking of this, Harry looked up and asked Fred and George: "Fred, George, I remembered something more interesting."

"What's the matter?" the clones asked in unison.

"Do you have any other ideas?" Harry tapped the canary biscuit. "Besides this biscuit, I mean."

"Don't you think the canary biscuits are strong enough? Do you want to give Professor Quirrell some other ideas?" Fred and George looked at each other and clapped their hands together. "Cool, I said that the vision of our Gryffindor Lion King will never be limited-"

"No, I mean are there any that are not so..." Harry picked up the biscuit, "so magical? Like, a little lighter, so that the Muggles can't see it."

"We haven't really thought about that," Fred and George said together, and then asked, "What are you going to do?"

Harry looked at the two of them, tapped the table with his finger and said, "You should know that I have always lived in my aunt's house, right?"

"I know." They both nodded.

"I have a Muggle cousin who is currently attending Smeltings High School," Harry said again, "If I ask him to promote your product in their school..."

Having said that, Harry stopped talking, leaving the twins ample time to imagine.

The twins looked at each other, they still didn't understand what Harry meant.

"You mean, let your Muggle cousin take our products to sell in school?" Fred asked. "But that's Muggle..."

"That depends on your imagination, both of you." Harry tapped the table with his fingers. "Muggles' money can be exchanged for gold Galleons. If I remember correctly, five pounds can be exchanged for one gold Galleon. And the middle school my cousin attends is called 'Smelting', and the families of the students there are all very rich."

"Very rich?" George's eyes lit up. He was deeply attracted by the pie that Harry had painted.

"Very rich," Harry said seriously. "Even if not as rich as the Malfoys, they're not far behind."

Harry compared himself with the Malfoy family of his time. At that time, the Malfoy family was at the peak of their power in the wizarding world. Cassandra's father, Septimus Malfoy, had a great influence in the Ministry of Magic. Many people even believed that the then Minister of Magic, Anxius Osbert, was just a puppet of Malfoy, and Septimus Malfoy was the actual leader of the Ministry of Magic.

The current Malfoy family... is a bit like the old saying of "one litter is worse than the other".

But even so, a lean 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 minds - yes, Muggles have money, why not make money from them?
"We'll go study it!" Fred and George rushed away. Harry opened his mouth, but he hadn't said his revision suggestion yet.

But it’s fine this way, just let them study it slowly.

What Harry didn't expect was that Professor Quirrell did not show up in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for two weeks in a row, and was replaced by Professor Snape.

This time, the Gryffindor students were in trouble - except for a few people who were given special treatment, everyone had a big score deduction.

Although the few people who are given special treatment will not be deducted big points, they will be found to have various minor problems and will be deducted one or two points.

To some extent, Professor Snape achieved a kind of equality. He would never let you off just because you performed well in class.

After seeing Neville perform an Expelliarmus move very fluently, Snape's expression became even worse.

It was not because of the standard of Neville's Disarming Charm, but because although Neville had made a little progress in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was still as ignorant as a troll when it came to Potions.

After this comparison, Snape became even more dissatisfied with Neville.

"Mr. Longbottom..." Snape said to Neville meaningfully, "It's a very standard disarming spell. Gryffindor will give you two extra points for your standard spellcasting."

At that moment, all the students in the class gasped in unison.

Professor Snape? Are you Professor Snape himself?

In addition to Potter, he actually gave extra points to other students? !

And it was Longbottom who performed the worst in Potions class? !

Neville also looked up in disbelief, his expression clearly saying "Professor, did you take the wrong potion?"

Snape didn't feel offended at all. He curled his lips and said coldly, "In view of Mr. Longbottom's performance, you will come to the Potions classroom with Potter every Wednesday and Saturday to receive my individual instruction."

Neville's face instantly turned bitter. He never expected that the excellent disarming spell would bring him trouble - he was severely put in solitary confinement by Professor Snape.

Individual guidance?

Stop joking, who doesn't know that Professor Snape's individual guidance is a VIP private service with one-on-one venom baptism?

When the get out of class was over, Neville still couldn't accept this fact.

"What's wrong with you, Neville?"

Seeing his roommate so distraught, Ron walked over and asked with concern.

"I..." Neville shuddered, "I'm going to be put in detention by Professor Snape... God, I really hope I can live to see the next day's sunrise..."

"Relax, Neville." Seamus advised Neville, "In fact, things may not be that bad. Look, isn't Harry still alive and well?"

"Yes, Neville." Harry also advised Neville, "In fact, Professor Snape is very gentle and easy to talk to. I learned a lot of useful knowledge from him when I was in detention."

As soon as these words came out, Neville, Seamus and Ron all looked at Harry with strange eyes.

No, man!
You can't generalize people's physiques!
(End of this chapter)