Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Throughout the process, Professor Flitwick waited patiently until Hermione finished speaking, then he happily exclaimed, "Excellent answer! I'll add 1 point to Gryffindor's score!"

Gryffindor got extra points, but the other Gryffindors rolled their eyes, all thinking Hermione was deliberately showing off her knowledge.

Jimmy also had to remind Hermione, writing down his suggestion in his notebook and pushing it to her.

Hermione glanced at it and saw a note that read: "Adding extra information that isn't in the question will make others think you're showing off your knowledge. I suggest you only state the key points when answering questions."

The little witch haughtily raised her head and replied in her notebook: I don't think it's a bad thing. I'm adding points to Gryffindor, and I'm only talking about the important points!

When Jimmy saw the little witch's reply, he knew he couldn't convince her for the time being, so he simply didn't bring it up again.

After class, everyone headed straight for the cafeteria.

In the hallway, Jimmy overheard people talking about Hermione, but their conversation was quickly diverted by the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class that afternoon.

Because the Defense Against the Dark Arts class teaches young wizards how to defend against dark magic creatures, that is, how to fight against dark magic creatures!

Combat—what an appealing theme!

The young wizards always enjoyed competitive activities, so they all looked forward to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, their moment of suffering began.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom reeked of a pungent garlic smell that stung not only my nose but also my eyes.

The classroom was dimly lit. Quirrell stood behind the podium, stammering, holding his textbook in both hands, and began to read aloud to the students.

He ignored the students below who were constantly covering their noses and fanning themselves, showing expressions of disgust and nausea, and continued reading his textbook.

This was nothing like the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that everyone else had imagined; this class was a disaster!

Even Hermione, who greatly respected every professor, questioned Dumbledore's management abilities after leaving the classroom.

"Is Professor Dumbledore sure Professor Quirrell can teach us anything? He keeps reading from the textbook... and he stutters."

Jimmy didn't pay attention in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He was busy studying his card game, partly to avoid Legilimency, and partly because he didn't want to waste time listening to Quirrell stammering through the textbook.

Jimmy can't go to bed early on Wednesdays because they have an astronomy class from 11 p.m. to midnight.

Professor Aurora Sinister assigned them to learn about several constellations, and their homework was to record the changes in the constellations that night.

Astronomy is actually a very important subject because many wizards believe that their power may come from the stars.

At the same time, some wizards can also perform divination through the stars. The connection between constellations seems to penetrate the fate of all things, which is a very profound proposition.

To join the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, one must achieve an "O" grade in the ordinary wizarding level exam for astronomy.

Jimmy was already drowsy when get out of class ended, but he still forced himself to stay awake and spent half an hour finishing his homework.

The next day was Thursday. There was only one Charms class in the morning and Herbalism class in the afternoon.

Jimmy gradually began to adapt to life at Hogwarts. His spare time was almost entirely filled with the work of collecting information and making card games. For some character cards, he had to look up even more information in order to set up some interesting Easter eggs.

He will hand over the work to Harry and Ron after he has made some of the cards; these two will definitely come in handy.

Jimmy also tried writing to Mr. Scamander, the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," hoping that he could contribute his fame to popularize knowledge about fantastic beasts and authorize him to use Newt Scamander's image.

He didn't know where Scamander lived, but he trusted the clever owl could help him figure it out.

The basic framework of the card game is already in place, and he plans to leave the formal work for Saturdays and Sundays.

On Friday morning, Jimmy finished breakfast and was sitting at the long table reading a book. He hadn't forgotten his plan to save money; there was no need to spend money on a level that could be improved through learning.

Jimmy is currently studying the Potions textbook because he has two consecutive Potions classes in the morning, and he's taking them with the Slytherin students.

Goooo!

Dozens of owls flew into the auditorium through the doorway at once. These owls, which delivered messages or packages, hovered above the auditorium and dropped packages one by one.

Harry and Ron were having breakfast when suddenly a snow-white owl flew down in front of Harry and dropped a note.

"Hagrid invited me to his cottage this afternoon. Ron, Jimmy, would you like to come?" Harry invited the two after reading the note.

"Okay, I'd like to go see it too."

Ron agreed without hesitation, followed by Jimmy.

"I'm going too! I'm very interested in the Forbidden Forest."

Jimmy remembered watching a video that listed the ten richest people in Harry Potter, which said that Hagrid was also a hidden rich man at Hogwarts, possessing a lot of magical creature materials.

If there's a place that can consistently generate wealth, the Forbidden Forest is undoubtedly a treasure trove. If it weren't for his inability to do so, Jimmy would definitely go to the Forbidden Forest every night to collect money!

It's decided! I'm going to be friends with Hagrid!

Chapter 24 A Warning to Malfoy

After exchanging a few more words with Harry Ron, Jimmy got up and left the Great Hall, as if he were heading to his classroom ahead of time.

Malfoy, who was also in the auditorium, got up with two henchmen and chased after Jimmy.

Jimmy and the others were in the abandoned classroom where they had last met. Today was the day they had agreed to make their deal. Soon after, Malfoy walked in with Goyle and Crabbe.

"You stay at the door and don't let anyone else in to disturb us."

Malfoy seemed to really enjoy this pretend game; he even went so far as to have Goyle and Crabbe guard the door.

Those two brainless idiots, Gore and Crabbe, actually stood at the door, blocking the classroom entrance completely, not even a mosquito could fly in.

Tell me what you want to know! I believe you can do it!

Jimmy was so embarrassed he was scratching his toes, so he told Malfoy about Harry's general attitude: "Harry Potter thinks you are a racist who talks about pure blood all the time, and that you are a monstrous idiot, arrogant and conceited."

This was also the true thought of Jimmy and many other young Gryffindor wizards, but now it was being said through Harry's voice, and he would later tell Harry about it.

"What! That wretched Potter!" Malfoy was so angry when he heard Harry say that about him that his face turned red. "Stupid Potter, he must have caught the Weasleys' stupidity, and those stinking Mudbloods."

"Ahem." Jimmy coughed lightly on purpose, hoping to make Malfoy behave himself.

Malfoy, however, was unimpressed. He turned to Jimmy and said, as if trying to comfort him, but his words were anything but polite, "Oh, of course, you're different. I'll allow you to become a retainer of the Malfoy family, which will set you apart from the others. You know..."

Will you pay me?

Jimmy's words interrupted Malfoy's impending boast, and he looked at Jimmy in surprise, "What?"

To avoid feeling so stifled when making money in the future, Jimmy had to lecture Draco Malfoy: "I mean, how much are you going to pay your retainers?"

Malfoy frowned and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. It's an honor to be a retainer of the Malfoy family, and you should be grateful for it!"

Blaine's greed was laid bare; he realized that Jimmy's approach to him might have been motivated by money from the very beginning.

Jimmy waved an index finger lightly in front of Malfoy, looking at him like he was an idiot. "Your promises are worthless if you don't pay! Nobody works for a capitalist who doesn't pay them. People aren't house-elves."

House-elves are indeed slaves of wizards, it's just a more palatable term.

“Crawb and Goyle didn’t ask for wages!” Malfoy said indignantly.

Hearing Malfoy call their names, Goyle and Crabbe turned around as if to ask what was wrong.

"Keep watching the gate!"

“I’m guessing your dad paid them wages, your dad gave money to their dad, and then their dad made them follow you.” Jimmy gestured for them to join him. “You can ask them.”

Malfoy didn't ask; he wasn't stupid enough to ask.

Because he knew that Crabbe and Gore's father had indeed let them follow him, and if that were the case, his father might have actually paid for it.

But he didn't come up with anything clever to say back to Jimmy. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his wallet and asked, "How much money do you want?"

Knowing that Jimmy was a greedy fellow, Malfoy still wanted a high-quality sidekick because he was too good at talking.

It hit the nail on the head!

Upon seeing that Malfoy really wanted to give him money, Jimmy's attitude immediately did a 180-degree turn, and he rubbed his hands excitedly, "1000 Galleons a year, dear Mr. Malfoy!"

If Malfoy could really give him a thousand Galleons, then he would have achieved his goal in his first year, and this seed money would allow him to actually open a shop!

"You mean...how much?" Malfoy thought he had misheard after hearing the price and asked again.

"1000 Galleons!"

"Are you kidding me?!" Malfoy roared in fury. All his pocket money combined amounted to only 500 Galleons. "A thousand Galleons could buy out all the candy in Honeydukes Candy Shop! Blaine, are you insane?!"

Seeing Malfoy getting anxious, Jimmy calmly explained, "One thousand Galleons is just the price for first year. It won't be the same price for second year. You think it's too expensive, but I think it's too little!"

"Greedy Blaine, I will not give you another penny!"

"Intelligence requires effort to gather. I am a neutral intelligence dealer. Our transactions are purely business dealings, understand? If the pure-blood families you're talking about can make people obediently hand over their money, the Malfoy family wouldn't need to open a shop in Diagon Alley anymore, right?"

Jimmy frowned. Why was Malfoy changing so much? Wasn't he being a bit too unruly?

It seems I need to smooth out some of my childishness before we can communicate effectively. You like playing adult games, right? Well then, I'll play along.

"Petrify them all!"

The next moment, he suddenly pulled out his wand and attacked Malfoy, as well as Goyle and Crabbe who were standing with their backs to him at the door.

After straightening his robes, which had become disheveled from the large movements, Jimmy approached Malfoy, who was frozen in place and unable to move. Under the watchful, terrified gaze of Malfoy, he gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be so naive, Malfoy. Nobody here talks to you about bloodlines, except for those who make their fortunes from them. You should understand that we only have a business relationship. Let's not make things difficult for each other, okay?"

Jimmy's expressions were exceptionally vivid, like that of an evil villain. This performance, which encapsulated dozens of gangster movies, shocked Malfoy like never before.

The usually jovial and respectful Blaine suddenly attacked without warning, catching everyone off guard and making him even more difficult to understand.

This unexpected change filled Malfoy with a fear of losing control of everything; he never imagined that Jimmy would attack him with a spell.

Isn't it forbidden to point your wand at your classmates at school?

How could you sneak up on me like that!

Jimmy took his wand from Malfoy and cast several petrification and freezing spells on the empty space, as well as a clump charm he had learned from the Weasley brothers.

After releasing the spell, he put the wand back in Malfoy's pocket, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Now your wand also bears the marks of spellcasting, and Dumbledore won't allow anyone to use Veritaserum on his students. If you tell anyone about what happened today, I'll tell the professor that you started it. I'm alone, and there are three of you..."

Malfoy's eyes widened in horror. This had blocked his path to telling the professor. How could you be so skilled?!

Jimmy saw Crabbe and Goyle facing the door and laughed, "You made sure those two idiots couldn't see anything. This is just a reminder; the magic will be deactivated before class."

After saying this, Jimmy pushed over the two door gods at the entrance and left the abandoned classroom.

The three people in the classroom kept turning their eyes around. They thought the magic wouldn't be lifted until before class started, but to their surprise, their bodies returned to normal in less than two minutes.

As they lay on the ground breathing heavily, their nostrils were filled with a strong smell of garlic, which made them gag.

Professor Quirrell appeared in the doorway without anyone noticing. He held a wand and smiled at them, saying, "You, why... are you... here?"