Under John's splitting gaze, a Slytherin boy with a slightly hideous face appeared more and more, and took the lead to stand behind George and Fred.

This is a fourth grader John knows. He works hardest on weekdays. He is hardworking and studious. After get off work, he often sits around his desk and asks for advice in preparation for next year's exam.

The other party was also a hard-working man, belonging to the lowest level of existence in Slytherin College, that is, the kind of student who had a single bloodline but was impoverished.

I just didn't think that for the sake of a little money, I was standing with George and Fred directly at this moment.

With his leadership, the people who were still hesitant finally couldn't bear it.

One, two, three...

More and more people began to move closer to George and Fred, and eventually they became one piece, blocking the door tightly.

Of course, not everyone is so shameless.

In the crowd there was a Hufflepuff third grader sneaking out of the door while everyone's attention was on John.

George and Fred were unaware of this, their faces were full of pride, and they blinked provocatively at John and said:

"John, have you seen it? Everyone doesn't approve of your approach. It's like an Eastern motto that Link said, called...what's it called?"

George looked at Fred thoughtfully, and the latter quickly added:

"The ones who gain the way help more, the ones who lose the way are few help!"

"Yes! That's it!" George snapped his thigh. "Now we are righteous, John, do you have anything else to say?"

At this moment, John's face was no longer the previous violent anger, but his eyes were so cold that he swept back and forth over George and the others, as if to engrave all these people's faces in their brains.

He really didn't expect that working together on weekdays and cursing George and Fred, the two red-haired miser colleagues, would actually abandon their conscience in such a straightforward manner when they were really faced with disputes of interest.

But when I think about it, this is normal.

As he knew before, all George and Fred needed were weak and obedient wage earners, and the real hard bones simply didn't exist here.

Even he himself did not seem to be an upright person at all in his humble behavior when he applied for a job earlier.

But John thought he was better than these people.

Because he has one thing more than these people, and that is-the bottom line.

Not far away, George and Fred were still waiting for John's answer.

They seemed to enjoy the feeling of bullying at the moment, so they didn't urge John to answer as soon as possible.

But John, who was on the opposite side of them, had already made a decision at this time.

"Oh!~"

John sighed long, his shoulders collapsed slightly, his muscles relaxed, and he seemed to have given up persistence.

But just when everyone thought he decided to obey, so they relaxed their vigilance, they saw his right hand slammed, and a handful of dark brown projectiles were thrown out.

Bang bang bang ——

The projectiles hit the ground and exploded one after another, and a lot of oily green with a little brown foul smoke rose into the sky!

"Fuck! Big dung bomb! Clean it up with a whirlwind, cough cough cough-"

George recognized the identity of these projectiles at a glance and roared.

It's a pity that since the student workers behind him can abandon morality and stand on their side, it is naturally impossible to have a high fighting will.

Being smoked by this foul smoke, everyone was irritated and burst into tears, coughing again and again, not to mention opening their mouths and casting a spell to fight back, at this moment they actually ignored George and Fred, and just disappeared.

Naturally, George and Fred didn't count on these people, they had already resisted the desire to cough while they were speaking, pulling out their wands and preparing to do it themselves.

Unfortunately, John did not give them this opportunity.

"Except for your weapons!"

"All petrochemicals!"

Two spells, one red and one gray, plunged into the turbid smoke, directly hitting the target, knocking the wand just taken out in George's hand into the air, and petrifying Fred on the spot.

John, who had done all this, covered himself and the little Hufflepuff boy with a damp cloth on his nose and mouth, and rushed out of the classroom directly through the smoke.

At this time, the students who escaped outside the classroom were already preparing planks or something to seal the classroom.

They were extremely skilled at this job, because they had just helped close a classroom that had been contaminated by big dung bombs just a few days ago.

The only difference between the two classrooms is that the odor in that classroom a few days ago was dark green and the smell was even more terrifying.

As for George, Fred, and John, they don't care about things like George, Fred, and John are still inside. They just want to breathe in a bit of odor and can't kill people, just as a lesson to these bad guys.

Yes, in the eyes of these people, John seems to have become a bad person.

He even drew an equal sign with George and Fred.

Seeing that the bad guy, John, actually rushed out of the classroom with the little boy in his arms, everyone who had just brought wooden boards and other materials was shocked and couldn't help but back away.

But this was only an instinctive reaction for the first time. When they realized that John was only a person, and he was holding a wounded in his arms, only after the inconvenience of mobility, the words of George and Fred were in their minds. It rang-if George sent the person to the infirmary, the workshop would have to be closed down by the professors, and the big guy would lose the income.

The crowd slowly gathered again and stood in front of John.

John had no good intentions and hope for these at the same time in the past, and when he saw it, he sneered and asked:

"George and Fred, these two red-haired ghosts have fallen, are you still obsessed with it?"

Everyone darkened upon hearing this.

But soon a few older students came out from the crowd to persuade:

"John, we have gone to invite classmates who know how to heal. This elementary school boy will not be in danger. Why should you smash all of our jobs?"

"Yeah, John, you have pity for this junior boy, who has pity for us? You are also a poor man, and it should be clear that without this income, our current studies can't be sustained at all! And that's it, it's Lin Lin The situation after Mr. K. Foley’s capital injection. Before he became a school manager, how could a poor and untalented fellow like us have any chance to learn alchemy and potions!"

"Yes, John, listen to us..."

"Shut up!" John directly interrupted everyone's persuasion and roared, "Being a man requires a bottom line and conscience. Since you don't want to be a man, don't blame me for being impolite!"

After hearing this, John raised his wand again.

This shocked everyone.

But this time, the crowd did not disperse, but continued to block in the corridor steadily.

A bitterness flashed in John's eyes upon seeing this.

He was just bluffing, trying to bluff the group of people in front of him.

Now that he has not succeeded in bluffing him, he is probably very bad luck today, and it is difficult for him to escape from here with the little boy in his arms.

After all, two fists are hard to beat four hands.

As for the big dung bomb.

This is a good prop to break through.

It's a pity that the ones just thrown out are all his inventory.

Those are the substandard products that he picks up in the dung bomb workshop every day, and it is difficult to have any scale in quantity.

"call!"

John took a few deep breaths, the bitterness in his eyes was gone, and instead he was firm.

As he said just now, to be a human is to have a conscience and a bottom line.

Although hope is slim at the moment, he is still willing to give it a try!

It's good to be ashamed!

Thinking like this, a ray of red light wafted from the tip of John's stick.

Opposite him, everyone finally gave up their illusions when they saw it, and pulled out their wands in a mess.

...

At the same time, on the other side of the main body of Hogwarts Castle, Link and Cedric were strolling in the corridor.

The nature of this corridor is similar to that occupied by brothers George and Fred.

There are abandoned classrooms on both sides, and the traffic is not very convenient.

But the difference is that the corridor Link and Cedric are in now looks much busier than the one George and Fred.

Beside Link and Cedric, a large number of house elves in Hogwarts uniforms are cleaning the sanitation here with ease, while installing some furniture and large equipment into the classrooms on both sides by magic.

Link and Cedric walked between the busy schedule, after a long time, the latter frowned and said:

"Link, I am really optimistic about your student part-time job project, but you are starting to start the layout now, and the labor used is still Hogwarts house elves, is this something..."

Cedric did not continue to speak, but Link fully understood what the other party meant and sighed:

"I know it's against Hufflepuff's rules to use house elves to do things, but there is no way, time is running out."

Cedric frowned slightly.

He had actually learned the whole story from Link a few days earlier, so he was very clear about the significance of this student part-time job project, and he was very in favor of it.

The only thing he couldn't understand was why Link was so impatient?

You know it’s only a week since school started!

"Don't talk about it," Link shook his head. "Cedric, how about the things I asked you to do before?"

Cedric nodded when he heard that, finally there was a smile on his face:

"It's done. Professor Sprout and Professor Flivi are very in favor of this. They think this project will not only make more students money to study more advanced subjects, but also exercise students' practical life ability. , So that they can better adapt to life after graduation."

Cedric turned his head to look at Link. "But it's no use nodding between the two of them. If Principal Dumbledore and the other two deans disagree, everything will be useless."

Link accepted:

"Of course I know this. Don't worry about Snape. You know the relationship between me and him. He must agree with me when I say it. As for Dumbledore, hehe, he is now being used by the Dark Lord and the Ministry of Magic. In order to maintain the stability of the rear, even if he does not express his support, he will not deny the project directly. It is tacit approval."

"What about Professor McGonagall?" Cedric said, "The old professor who is so stubborn that he can't listen to any advice is the key. How are you going to fix her?"

Link raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"How to do it? Of course, it is to know the affection and move it to reason."

Cedric's face is not so good, he thinks Link is totally joking with him.

But before he could speak again, a reckless figure rushed in front of them.

"Lin... Link! The black workshop... something happened over there! John was given to by George and Fred..."

Lai Ren said breathlessly, although the preface didn't follow the words, but the smile on Link's face became more and more brilliant.

Link stretched out his hand to stop the person who wanted to continue speaking, turned his head and said to Cedric:

"Look, is the chance to persuade Professor McGonagall coming soon? Let's pass. As for you,"

Link looked at the messenger again, "I will trouble you to run again and inform Professor McGonagall."

As soon as this remark came out, the messenger's face suddenly became bitter.

But this bitterness was replaced by joy instantly after Link threw two golden Kanon.

...

Ten minutes later, Link and Cedric successfully arrived at the black workshop of George and Fred.

At this time there was a mess in this corridor.

There were students yelling ‘oh oh oh’ everywhere, and there were more students still gathered together around John.

Cedric was so anxious that he opened his mouth and called for everyone to stop.

But Link stopped him.

Link knows very well that in this situation, it is obvious that both sides are playing real fire.

When they are emotionally excited, these students may not even stop the professor's words, let alone their so-called prefects and student council presidents.

That being the case, instead of shouting out and no one listened, it was ashamed in the end.

It is better to use ruthless means directly.

Hum——

The huge magical power spewed out, and the force field formed by the power of cursing slammed down, directly pressing everyone in front of him, including John, to the ground.

Everyone was a little panicked by this sudden sudden action, and they began to struggle.

But when they saw that it was Link who was walking slowly not far away, everyone froze in place.

"Link, listen to me, we didn't want to do anything to John, he did it to us first!"

An older student in the corner said loudly.

He was really scared.

Who didn't know that John was Link's roommate?

Although everyone is more inclined to the statement of George and Fred, I believe that the relationship between the two of them is not too close.

But the real thing is coming~lightnovelpub.net~ Who can not panic?

Link walked forward as if he hadn't heard the explanation of these people at all.

It wasn't until John was in the middle of the crowd that he stopped.

At this time, John actually looked okay.

There were almost no real bleeding wounds on his body, except for a few bruises on his face and arms.

It seems that even in the rage, the group of people maintained the minimum restraint, knowing that if John was injured too badly, the nature of the matter would change.

Link breathed a sigh of relief after checking John's injury and confirming that there was nothing serious.

At this time, John finally recognized Link.

He forced against the gravity field, turned over and revealed the little boy hiding under him and said:

"Link, take him to the infirmary, he will be disfigured when he is late!"