The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Snape walked out of the classroom without looking back, his footsteps were incomparably unrestrained, and his black robe fluttered with applause, lining his back like a big bat.

thump—

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

"Link! What should I do with a 40-centimeter paper?!"

John jumped up and hugged Link's thigh in an instant, screaming especially loudly, with snot and tears.

This made Link disgusting. He almost instinctively flicked his leg, but he just didn't throw John out.

The two entangled with each other for a while, and then Link picked up John, copied the potion notebook with 'copy into pairs', and handed it to John:

"Okay, okay, you can take it back and take a look at it yourself. As for the thesis, you can solve it yourself, which is good for you."

Hearing that, John hurriedly flipped through the notes twice, then his eyes suddenly widened, and he happily stuffed the notes into his arms and said:

"Hey, Link, you are so kind."

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

"Of course, go ahead."

John waved his hand 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 indifference or contempt.

Especially the Slytherins.

The sarcasm in their eyes was almost undisguised.

John laughed, didn't care about it, patted the copy of the note in his arms and trotted to the bedroom.

He had seen it very clearly before, and now the notebook in his hand was created by Link using the Duplicate Curse.

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

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

Snape was actually a very good potions professor,

Just opened his mouth.

But he was right about one thing.

Although they can enter the potions class, they have proved that they have a certain talent, but this talent is not enough to make them proud.

John has a very clear understanding of himself. He is very clear that his talent is in Potions. The class can only be regarded as medium. Under such circumstances, he wants to feel better in class and wants to be in Potions. Going further along the way, the best way is to turn to Link and Emily, a pair of talented scholars.

The rewards for doing so are huge.

The notebook given to him by Link, John can be determined by just scanning it once, which is almost equivalent to a potions and martial arts secret book.

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

As for shame.

What's the shame in fighting with your brother?

It would be a shame if he went to beg Link seriously!

...

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

Unlike John, the note in Emily's hand was not Link's handwriting, but the potion note that Snape gave Link as a birthday present.

In terms of professionalism and comprehensiveness, this thing is a few blocks away from Link's book.

Link put a piece of boiled potato into his mouth, and said to Emily with some distress:

"Honey, don't read that broken book, let's have lunch first."

"This can't be done!" Emily said without looking back. "You can't have to do two-person subjects 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 grilled steak, remove the bones, and hand it to Emily's mouth.

"Then I'll feed you, come on, open your mouth, ah~"

Hearing that, the two red clouds immediately floated on Emily's cheeks. She glared at Link secretly, but she swallowed the barbecue very honestly.

The two of them just fed, ate, and enjoyed their lunch.

The students sitting around them couldn't eat in an instant. The dog food was too strong, and it was about to eat them up.

But they didn't dare to go up and say something to Link.

You must know that Link's bad-tempered reputation has already spread throughout Hogwarts.

Even those freshmen were taught Link's deeds by senior seniors and sisters overnight yesterday, and now they can be said to be both respectful and afraid of such a "legendary" senior.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Brothers George and Fred are typical.

Seeing Link and Emily kissing me there, not only did they not bypass, but they greeted them with a smile and said hello:

"Hey! Link, good afternoon!"

Link ignored them at all, and continued to feed Emily in a different direction.

But Emily was obviously not as cheeky as Link. Seeing that George and Fred were staring at her, she naturally couldn't take it 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.

Hearing that, George and Fred were not annoyed, 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 an easy, pain-free extracurricular part-time job.

(Note: All work is done at the job seeker's own risk.)]

Link's eyes focused on the statement on the last line of the parchment.

The thing was written in a font so small that it was almost impossible to read. Link narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time before reading two words between the lines behind the 'note' - cannibalism!

Link raised his head and looked at George and Fred strangely.

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

"Link, we're going to recruit student workers to make 'quick-acting candy', 'fake wands' and similar products for our sales at Hogwarts. But we're running into a problem right now."

Fred said that, George took over the conversation and continued, "That is, there are too many people signing up to work, which far exceeds the market demand of Hogwarts and our funds."

Fred continued, "So we thought, can you contract out the off-campus sales rights for our products? Of course, don't expect us to give you a permanent license, we can only give you two sales periods at most. years, and the formula can't be given to you."

Looking at the Weasley brothers whose eyes were full of expectations, Link couldn't help sneering.

He pushed the parchment back to 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 business despise this gold Galleon. But mosquito legs are also meat! Isn't the gold and silver mountains piled up one by one. We..."

George continued to persuade, but Fred 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 little over our own power. But you must help us with another matter!"

George seemed to have reacted as well, and said:

"Yeah, Link, you should be able to see that our student labor business has never had a precedent before. If Cedric's cream is small... ahem, if President Cedric suddenly doesn't like us, he will stop him. , then our business is all over. We have no way in this regard, so please go and say hello. Rest assured, the benefits will never be less than you!"

Hearing that, the sneer on Link's face became even more intense.

Link would 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 the turtles born in your two pure wizard families actually know how to use the threshold effect. ’

Link sighed and shook his head, and said neatly:

"Since you're worried about being checked by the student union, then treat those student workers well and don't let production accidents happen. As for greeting the student union, hehe, I'm not interested in doing this kind of thing for you."

After saying that, just as Emily had finished her lunch, Link took her hand and walked out of the auditorium.

On the other hand, George and Fred stared blankly at the back of their departure.

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

"Let's just say it. It's impossible for Link to agree. He has never looked down on this kind of small business. What should we do now?"

George was silent for a moment and said:

"It really doesn't work, let's go to Ron? Anyway, he's also a prefect now, and he can talk to that creamy little white face of Cedric. And ah, compared to other people, the price of Ron's guy is much cheaper, I guess a gold Galleon can be won, after all, this child is poor and has no real gold Galleon."

"It's not right for you 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!"

"It's not too late, just do it!"

"Go! Let's use love to influence our dear little brother!"

George and Fred hit it off and walked over to the Gryffindor common room.

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

Of course, since the timetable stipulated that they would go to the classroom for Defense Against the Dark Arts in the first class in the afternoon, their walks had not been too far from the classroom.

The two walked slowly and leisurely like this, and entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom with extremely precise stepping.

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 head.

Like Link and Emily, there are not a few people who choose to enter the market with pressure points.

This is everyone's revenge for Umbridge's tirade last night and the speech that wasted time.

The 6th graders are not as cute as the lower graders. Dismissing the new professor can be said to be their daily operation, not to mention that Umbridge has a bad first impression on everyone, so they brush a little bit. It is normal for the means to come out.

For example, if the meal entered the classroom this time, even if they were late, they were actually tens of seconds or a minute late.

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

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

Umbridge appears to have chosen the latter.

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

"Classmates, good afternoon!"

"good afternoon."

The echoes from the crowd were so faint that they could hardly be heard.

This is because not many people speak at all, and even if they speak again, they will be stared back at the first time by others.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Umbridge shook his head. "Students, this is rude. Don't you think so? I want you to answer like this: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again.

Students, good afternoon! "

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."

This time, the sound of the response was a little louder, but it was still much lower than the normal volume. It was obvious that some people only opened their mouths and did not make a sound.

However, Umbridge did not continue to struggle, but just accepted it, and said in her whining voice:

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

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

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

Others even deliberately made loud noises when picking up their textbook quills.

Keep in mind that in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, putting away the wand means the class isn't going to be fun.

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

And Umbridge clearly wanted to do just that.

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

【Defense Against the Dark Arts】

【Return to Basic Theory】

"Classmates, the teaching of your class has always been intermittent and not systematic, is it?" Umbridge turned to face all the students, crossed his fingers, and put it on his chest. "The teachers are constantly changing. , and most importantly, many of these people are not really qualified to teach. They tend to ignore Ministry rules and teach you their own way.

And now, you will be pleased to know that these issues are about to change.

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

Below, please copy these down! "

After saying that, Umbridge tapped the blackboard again, and the writing on the blackboard reappeared.

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

[2. Learn to identify scenarios where Defence Against the Dark Arts can be legally used. 】

[3. Evaluate Defence Against the Dark Arts in the context of practical application. 】

These three outlines had just appeared, and there was a burst of dissatisfaction among the students.

And Link and Emily looked at each other and smiled.