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Is Chapter 69 very... profitable?

The three young wizards, who had nearly met with misfortune tonight, followed Professor Delphinor to his office on the third floor, dejected.

As the "kings of the kids" rarely seen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in over a decade, Fred, George, and Li Changnian were frequent guests of the professors of various subjects—they had naturally visited the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The most noticeable change in the office compared to when Quirrell was there is that the nauseating, tear-inducing garlic smell is gone, and the air in the room is much fresher.

Moreover, unlike the other professors, this small room, which wasn't very spacious, wasn't filled with stacks of parchment—this was mainly because, compared to the other professors, Professor Delphinor was the only teacher at Hogwarts who never assigned homework, based on his unique teaching methods.

From this perspective, he is the most "lovable" faculty member in the school in the eyes of the students.

So, Fred, George, and Lee can frequently enter and leave the Forbidden Forest as if it were their own territory, and even Hagrid can't do anything about them. The three boys' "big hearts" are obviously not comparable to those of ordinary young wizards.

Despite having just narrowly escaped death, their boundless curiosity resurfaced once they were out of danger.

Although they were still keeping their heads down, all three of them, six pairs of eyes, were simultaneously rolling upwards, their gazes fixed on Professor Delfino.

They watched as he calmly pulled a brass flask from a drawer and poured a bright red beverage from it into a glass.

They were still staring into Professor Delfino's eyes—

These eyes have just undergone a noticeable change compared to usual, and although it's not obvious now, some traces still remain.

"What are you drinking?"

Fred's eyes sparkled with a lively light, and his deliberately feigned caution couldn't hide the curiosity in his eyes.

"A homemade vitality tonic."

Professor Delfino said calmly that he had no grudges.

Under the watchful eyes of the three boys, he rested his buttocks on the edge of the desk, closed his eyes, and savored the red drink as if it were a fragrant and rich wine... until the glass was almost empty, and he let out a long sigh.

When they opened their eyes again, Fred, George, and Lee found that Professor Delfino's eyes had returned to their usual clear black pupils.

"Is this potion the secret to your strength?"

George Weasley clicked his tongue and spoke in a respectful tone.

"Even so—"

Professor Delfino smiled, then cleared his throat and suppressed his smile.

The three boys immediately straightened their faces and tensed up, adopting a posture of being willing to accept criticism based on their years of experience.

There's a saying that goes like this—

Fred, George, and Lee listened to Professor Delfino say... Although the professor wasn't that much older than them, they could sense 'rich experience' in his tone of voice.

You never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

Professor Delfino said calmly,

"I wonder what insights this statement might offer to the three of you?"

Fred, George, and Lee lowered their heads even further, their expressions of remorse and lingering fear mixed with a hint of genuine guilt.

"We know we were wrong, Professor Delfino."

Under Professor Delfino's calm yet sharp gaze, George forced himself to speak.

"We assure you, we will never go to that room again."

"Otherwise, you'll bleed to death from all seven orifices!"

Fred swore.

"Just not going to that room?"

Ares raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Excluding other places?"

Well-

George lowered his head again.

Did Professor Delfino expect them to never take risks again?

What's the point of living a life like that?

Wouldn't this be a disservice to the map entrusted to them by the four noble gentlemen: Pointed Fork, Big Foot, Moon Face, and Worm Tail?

Just as George was thinking this, Professor Delfino suddenly beckoned with his finger, and then the map that he had stuffed into his pocket but had a corner sticking out flew out with a whoosh and landed precisely in Professor Delfino's hand.

"Oh, this is a prank..."

As George descended the stairs, he deliberately lagged behind by two steps, using the line of sight Fred and Lee had created to conceal the real map.

He stepped forward, intending to explain to Professor Delfino, but was startled by a sudden glance from the professor.

The three boys watched with bated breath as the professor flipped through the Marauder's Map with a keen interest... Although the Marauder's Map had a brilliant way of disguising itself, this professor was no ordinary person, and they weren't sure if this disguise could fool him.

"Here you go—"

Fortunately, Professor Delfino didn't notice anything amiss. He simply played with and examined the parchment for a while before returning it to George.

Speaking of which, where did Professor Delfino appear from to save them...? When they checked the map, they didn't find anyone else on the fourth floor, did they?

As George received the map, he couldn't help but wonder about it.

Professor Delfino doesn't seem to intend to punish them severely.

Because Fred, George, and Lee all noticed that when Professor Delfino spoke again, his tone was much gentler than before, almost the same as usual.

"Twenty points will be deducted from everyone's score. Any objections?"

"Professor Delfino said. Looking at the three boys' relieved expressions, he added with a smile, "

"I won't tell Professor McGonagall what happened tonight, but if she notices the lost sixty points... go and give her an explanation, understand?"

"Understood, Professor Delfino!"

The three boys sounded even more excited.

With their intelligence, they certainly wouldn't fail to understand Professor Delfino's implication—offering an explanation doesn't mean revealing the truth, does it?

He truly deserves to be called the first professor in Hogwarts history to lead a student demonstration, and he is undoubtedly the most enlightened professor!

The three boys looked at Professor Delfino with respect.

Then Fred noticed that Professor Delfino was looking at the three large packages they had brought with them.

"Oh, this was brought back from Hogsmeade—well, through a secret passage leading out of the school."

Considering that Professor Delfino had saved their lives that night and had even generously spared them from severe punishment, Fred decided to tell the truth.

"It's mostly snacks...and some prank products."

George and Lee followed Fred's example and took the initiative to untie the large package that was placed at their feet, revealing its contents.

Of the three packages, Fred's contained at least dozens of large turds, while Lee's was clattering with over twenty bottles of butterbeer. George's package was the largest, filled with colorful and tempting candies, chocolates, and snacks!

"This amount...is it for your own consumption?"

Ares raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

"This should be enough to feed a hungry giant."

"Oh, actually—"

George hesitated for a moment before saying,

"We... um, brought them back to sell to our classmates."

"Can it be sold?"

Ares raised his eyebrows even higher.

"Actually... they're in high demand."

Lee Jordan grinned.

"Demand far exceeds supply."

Looking at the scattered, dazzling array of snacks and toys on the ground, Ares gasped in surprise, lost in thought, yet his eyes gleamed with a strange light.

"Is it... profitable?"

"Hmm, it's alright—"

Fred said smugly,

"We can only earn a little pocket money... The market is huge, but our ability to sell products is limited, Professor Delfino."