The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Although the work that John and that Ravenclaw boy did in this dark workshop was also very hard and dangerous, it could be regarded as 'high-tech'.

As a matter of course, their salary is far higher than that of other student workers. The hourly salary alone has reached 1 silver Sico per hour.

In addition, for every pot made, that is, 5 bottles of low-quality love potion, they still have a commission of 1 silver Sickle.

Under this incentive mechanism, John worked extraordinarily seriously.

Although he was covered in sweat after a while under the high temperature baking of the crucible, he didn't even care to wipe it off, and only put all his energy on the liquid medicine in the crucible.

Seeing that the color of the liquid in the crucible began to change from dark to light, and the pungent smell of the original stench gradually became milder, John was relieved, and began to artificially cool it and install the tube with a happy face.

Although he needs to share half of the commission because of the handling of materials by the Ravenclaw boy in front of him, it can be regarded as an income.

But just as John finished dispensing the potion and put it aside, he saw that Peeves, who was supposed to be guarding the door outside, passed through the wall directly, floating above the classroom, and looked at him with interest.

John frowned subconsciously, knowing that this little brat must have done nothing good here, but when he turned around, he continued to pick up a piece of material from the basket next to him and started processing it as if he didn't see him.

That Peeves is also a real skin. Seeing that John ignored him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he sneaked under the workbench, and then a fierce one came out directly from the workbench, so frightened that John, who was cutting the material with a scraper, not only directly He scrapped a fire ash snake egg, and almost cut his hand with a knife.

"I said Peeves, don't bully people too much!"

John clenched the spatula tightly and gritted his teeth.

But Peeves' original intention was that he was too bored and wanted to talk to someone, or wanted to have a quarrel with someone. Seeing this, he happily turned around John's head:

"What? You still want to go to the two red-haired brats, George and Fred, to file a complaint? Say that I disrupted your work, causing you to make mistakes in your work and waste materials?"

Peeves' voice was not low, and it immediately attracted the attention of many people.

He was even happier when he saw this.

"I can tell you clearly, it's useless at all!" Peeves said with a smirk, "You don't really think that the little Galleons in the hands of the red-haired brothers George and Fred can be hired. Me? The reason why you Mr. Peeves are willing to stay here and not complain,

It's because they promised that I can play tricks on you! So hurry up and file a complaint, I'm afraid that it will be you who will be fired by then! Hahaha--"

Amidst Peeves' wild laughter, many students in the workshop all lowered their heads.

John's scalp was numb and he was furious, but he was more helpless.

He knew that there was no one in the workshop who would dare to stand up to Peeves and the Weasley brothers.

Because Peeves also served as a supervisor while working as a security guard, those so-called hard bones have already been teased by the past few days and resigned.

Even he, John himself, is not really a strong bone.

All their reactions fell into Peeves' eyes.

Peeves' expression immediately became as refreshed as if he drank a glass of iced drink in the dog days.

Seeing that there was still a vague displeasure on John's face, Peeves lowered a little, and sneered at John:

"Why, you little poor man still not convinced? I know you are that Link Foley's roommate, do you still want to complain to him? But do you really think he will help you out? If he really cares about you, How can you just sit back and watch you work here? You must know that he is the heir of the Foley family, so a little pocket money in his hand will be enough for you, right?"

"I don't allow you to insult my friend!" John said with wide eyes, "It's what a friend should do if Link doesn't stop him from working here. If he gives me money, I won't be friends with him anymore !"

"Ha! I see that you are not only poor, but also have brain problems! Link Foley doesn't treat you as a brother at all, and you are still talking for him here, it's ridiculous!"

Peeves sarcastically sarcastically.

Many other students in the classroom cast either gloating or sympathetic looks at John.

Apparently they also agreed with Peeves' words, thinking that John's words were just a cover-up to avoid embarrassment.

This pissed John off.

All along, the friendship between him and Link has been maintained very well.

He also wants to continue to maintain this friendship.

And the key here is that he can't mix any interests into this friendship, especially Chi Guoguo's money.

That's why he was willing to ask Link to help solve Snape's thesis but he was unwilling to ask Link to borrow money.

You must know that the former is a question of learning among classmates, but the latter is completely different.

To this day, both Link and him have performed very well in this regard.

They are very clear that no matter if any one of them opens the mouth, the relationship between them will change.

John was very pleased and moved by this.

Because this means that in Link's eyes, he is also a friend who can interact with each other on an equal footing, not anything else.

This can be seen from Link's willingness to bring him breakfast every now and then.

For someone like Link, bringing him breakfast probably took far more effort than a little Galleon.

If you really look down on him, why bother?

Wouldn't it be easier to just drop a bag of Galleons?

However, John knew that the people around him had no choice but were unwilling to understand the reason, so he just kept his mouth shut and continued to devote himself to making the potion.

Peeves naturally refused to give up and continued to tease John.

It's a pity that John has already tampered with the transparent cover of the Bubble Curse, directly blocking out the sound of the outside world.

With his undivided attention, the materials in the basket were officially exhausted in just half an afternoon, replaced by inferior love potions on the test tube rack on the workbench.

"call!"

John breathed a long sigh of relief, took out a mechanical watch and glanced at it. Seeing that there was still some time before the dinner shift, he pulled a thick red rope hanging by his side.

Although the red rope was simply hanging from the ceiling, it was actually a simple communication device that George and Fred had only recently developed.

As long as someone pulls the red rope, another red rope in the classroom next door that is used as a warehouse will also move, and then someone will receive a message to replenish the raw materials.

This kind of rope is equipped with every workbench, but because other people are just making ordinary quick-acting skipping candy, their rope is only white instead of bright and urgent red.

After a while, a short Hufflepuff boy who looked like he was only in Year 1 or 2 opened the door of the workshop and walked in.

He also carried a basket on his back.

The basket was very large, and it was densely packed with all kinds of potion ingredients, some of which were still dripping wet.

Because the size of the basket was too different from the boy's figure, the other party looked more like an umbrella mushroom.

The boy didn't go directly to John.

Instead, he walked around the classroom with the basket on his head, and when he saw someone's material basket had a gap, he grabbed some from the basket above his head to make up for it.

Such an action is obviously too much for a little boy.

After only a few back and forth, the boy was panting and sweating profusely.

It's just that other people have long been used to this, and no one even stepped forward to care about it.

After all, this kid does not get less money than them, and although the work he does is hard, it is not difficult. It can be said that he was able to be recruited by two vampires, George and Fred, and he was paid the full salary. It was just a stroke of luck.

Unlike others, John has been watching the little boy shuttle back and forth in the dense workbench with worried eyes.

As the existence with the highest attainment in Potions present, he was well aware of how dangerous such a bad pharmaceutical environment and such a dense arrangement of workbenches were.

Those unstable crucibles may explode directly under such circumstances as long as there is a slight bump.

Even when he entered this workshop, he had to be cautious and careful, fearing that he would disturb other people's medicine and cause bad consequences.

This little boy is equivalent to dancing on the tip of a knife.

Perhaps the little boy was unlucky today, or John had some talent in divination.

In short, what he was worried about finally happened.

I saw that the little boy seemed to have stepped on some foreign object while walking, stumbled, and the big basket above his head was also skewed.

Coincidentally, the crookedness of the basket happened to hit the arm of a student worker nearby.

And the student worker happened to be holding a spoon, adding bit by bit to the crucible full of boiling medicinal juice.

After being beaten like this, the medicine powder that should have been slowly added in the spoon was smashed into the cauldron together with the spoon.

The originally clear medicinal liquid in the crucible instantly turned black, and a violent reaction began as a large number of bubbles popped out.

Immediately after...

Bang——

A huge explosion sounded in the airtight workshop, startling the people around.

But before they could react and look back, another more miserable scream rang out again.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

John struggled to push aside the workbench and students blocking him, and ran towards the little boy in the middle of the crowd who was covering his face and rolling and crying on the ground.

Just now he saw with his own eyes that the hot liquid in the crucible exploded directly onto the boy's face.

Judging from his experience, the pot of quick-acting skipping syrup just now has been made to the point of adding dragon stone powder.

And once the dragon stone powder is added too much, the syrup in the crucible will be very corrosive!

In the case of being directly poured on the face with highly corrosive syrup, the little boy will die if he is not treated in time!

John's movements became faster and faster. After overturning dozens of workbenches, John finally arrived at the side of the little boy.

He didn't talk nonsense at all, and directly pulled away the boy's hands covering his face.

And the terrifying scene that appeared in front of him made John's eyes turn red instantly.

"Don't bark! Don't open your mouth either! Don't let the syrup go in your mouth!"

Roaring, John took a large bottle of neutralizing solution from the workbench next door and poured it on the boy's face. While pouring it, he relied on the dragon leather gloves on his hands to help him remove the sticky syrup.

After he flipped and operated, the little boy who had just shut up obediently screamed even more violently.

John didn't care, and didn't take out all the potions that Link had given him to save himself until he cleaned up all the syrup, and poured them into the boy's mouth.

Finally, the little boy's screams stopped.

This is not due to the first-aid potion, but the little boy fainted from the pain.

But the bottle of potion that John had consumed wasn't useless.

At least the corrosion on the little boy's wound has greatly improved, and the danger to his life should be ruled out.

It's a pity that the little boy's face, including the skin on the head, has been corroded, and the entire head and face have been disfigured, making it impossible to see.

John lowered his head to observe the little boy's injuries, knowing that there would be no delay if he wanted to save the boy's face, so he immediately picked up the boy and was about to walk outside the classroom.

However, before he took two steps, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and George and Fred stood in front of John.

"what's going on?"

George looked at the little boy in John's arms and screamed.

"The cauldron exploded, and the child was doused head and face with hot, corrosive syrup."

This matter cannot be kept from the two 'bosses', George and Fred, so even though the situation is urgent, John still explained it to them concisely.

George and Fred looked at each other when they heard the words, and while they remained silent, they had no intention of giving way at all.

This made John's face darken all of a sudden.

He saw it.

George and Fred may have other ideas.

But in the circumstances at hand, what they think doesn't matter at all.

"Get out of the way!"

John shouted and was about to push forward, but was pushed back by George and Fred.

"John, you must not let him go to the infirmary like this!"

"That's right, John, if Madam Pomfrey knows how he got this injury, our workshop won't be able to continue!"

"How about this, I still have a few students who are very good at both herbalism and potion studies. I'll let them come here to help this... This little classmate heals his wounds. How about making sure nothing serious happens to him?"

George and Fred spoke in unison.

Hearing this, John froze in place as if he had heard some anecdote through the ages. After a few seconds, he angrily said:

"You are still thinking about your own workshop when it comes to matters of life and death? What if..."

"There is no chance! This is not only our own business. Where do you let so many students make money after the workshop is closed? You clearly want to destroy everyone's money!" George interrupted, " We know you, John, don't you just want hush money? We'll give it to you, let me see..."

George paused for a moment, and then said in great pain, "How about a Galleon? This is your labor expenses for several days."

John almost laughed angrily at these words, snorted coldly and was about to continue to refute, but only felt a sudden coolness behind him.

He turned his head inexplicably.

However, at some point, the students who were still watching from a distance had gathered behind him at this moment, looking at him one by one with complex eyes containing various emotions such as hatred and intolerance.

This scene also fell into the eyes of George and Fred.

Seeing this, the corners of Fred's mouth rose slightly, and he announced loudly:

"Of course, you also have a hush money! Everyone here today, as long as you promise not to leak the matter, no one will give you 5 silver Sickles!"

Pointing to John, George added:

"Also, help me hold this guy who wants to make everyone have no money, no one will pay a silver Sickle for his labor!"

As soon as George and Fred finished speaking, the crowd suddenly became commotion.