The Little Superman of Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall and Snape finally entered the office, standing by the door. Professor McGonagall questioned Klee, "According to Malfoy's description, the time he lost those badges should be Thursday evening. What were you doing on Thursday evening?"

"Sleeping!" Klee answered simply.

"Can anyone prove that?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"As you can see, I'm the only one in my dorm, no one can prove it for me!" Klee said bluntly.

Snape interjected from the side, "If you can't prove it, then you will be expelled from Hogwarts with absolute certainty!"

Hermione, who was watching from the sidelines, was very anxious, "Klee must have been framed! I believe in Klee's character, he wouldn't do such a thing! And on Thursday evening, I was studying with him in the common room until very late! After that, it was already curfew, and we quickly went back to our dorms to sleep."

Klee curled his lips. Hermione was only eleven years old after all, immature and spoke without thinking…

Malfoy seized the opportunity to say, "That's easy to explain, you must have stolen the things together with him, you're a thief too!"

"Draco, don't make wild accusations!" Professor McGonagall said. Malfoy stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

Klee thought carefully for a moment. On Thursday evening, he had finished his Herbology transcription assignment and returned to the dormitory. He went to bed very early that night—he didn't notice anything unusual.

Since it was his own room, Klee didn't take any special anti-theft measures. Klee thought quietly, looking at the dozen or so trinkets on the table, mostly gold and silver, with gems or similar things on them—the value of five thousand Galleons was indeed a bit of an exaggeration, but more than a thousand Galleons wasn't an exaggeration. Malfoy wasn't lying about that.

Only pure-blood wizarding families could afford to play with these…

Klee carefully recalled the scenes in the original Harry Potter books. According to the timeline, this period should be when Malfoy and Harry Potter were in conflict, with a midnight duel. It was this drama that made the trio interested in the Cerberus, leading them to explore the Philosopher's Stone.

Klee gradually had an idea in his mind. The person who framed him had several descriptions of him:

First, he doesn't understand Klee. If he was familiar with Klee, he would know that Klee would never steal these things;

Second, the person framing him is not Malfoy.

It's not that he can't do it, or that Malfoy is kind-hearted, but because Malfoy is only eleven years old after all, still a child. If he did it, he would always reveal some clues.

Klee has Superman's eyesight and attention. He can almost distinguish most people's lies—psychology judges by observing other people's subtle movements—Klee doesn't need to. He can even directly hear their heartbeats and breathing sounds. That's how he judged that Malfoy didn't do it.

Third, this person should know that he and Malfoy have conflicts, so he deliberately guides him to think that Malfoy is framing him.

So what is the purpose? Klee couldn't figure this out. What is their purpose?

But one thing is certain, this is definitely aimed at him… Because such a plot has never appeared in the original book.

Klee switched from thinking: "How about we go back to the dormitory just now… I think I still have a way to prove myself."

Professor McGonagall and Snape exchanged glances and nodded. The group walked back to the dormitory from the office.

Klee closed the door and then said, "What I'm about to show might be a little shocking. I hope everyone won't tell the students what they see later, okay?"

Professor McGonagall said, "Of course, but I can't use the Fidelius Charm on any young wizard, I can only use verbal warnings."

"Trust me, Professor McGonagall, you might be the first to use the Fidelius Charm later…" Klee squatted down and pulled a dark, iron box from under the bed.

"Pretentious!" Malfoy and his two little followers exchanged glances and hissed.

"Wait a moment, it's a bit difficult to open. I need to use some strength," Klee said.

"Let me do it! Mr. Feynman, Alohomora!" Percy looked at Klee straining to pry open the edge of the box, thinking that the lock was broken, and used an unlocking spell.

However, the box didn't give Percy any face—no reaction!

"Ahem… You might have misunderstood something. The reason why this box is so difficult to open is not because its lock is broken, but because it is a box without an opening. Every time I open it, I need to make a hole on the side."

Klee pried around the suitcase, along the edge, for dozens of times, like opening a can with a can opener…

This suitcase designed by Klee is welded from ten-millimeter-thick stainless steel plates, and then the upper and lower cover interfaces are directly joined together using a squeeze-bonding process… If you ask what kind of process this is, you have to think about Klee's ray eyes and hands with a strength of seventeen tons…

Let's put it this way, even electric welding is not so strong!

A group of people looked at Klee, who opened a pure iron box as if breaking plasticine. Snape even became interested—"This spell looks good, I haven't heard of it. What kind of spell can make steel as soft as plasticine?"

"I think it should be a softening spell, which will restore it after it expires," Professor McGonagall guessed, but she immediately rejected herself, "Strange, I didn't see Klee using magic just now. Could it be wandless magic?"

"I'm going to open it!" Klee said.

"Tch! I don't know what's inside that makes you think you can use this to clear your name! Escape punishment!" Malfoy's voice.

Hermione also looked at Klee worriedly. Klee shrugged and comforted Hermione with a look.

Then Klee gently opened the lid of the box…

A golden light suddenly appeared in the small dormitory!

Malfoy and his two followers, as well as some of their Slytherin wizards, looked at the box in shock.

Malfoy was already like this, let alone Ron and Harry, two poor children… Ron's eyeballs were about to fall out.

Percy and other older students were even more unbearable—unlike the young wizards, these seventh-year wizards were already adults, and they were deeply shocked.

Snape's eyes were also wide open, and Professor McGonagall opened her mouth even wider.

Only Hermione was slightly better. After seeing it, she immediately recovered and immediately understood Klee's intention.

That's right, the box was full of Galleons!

At this moment, the midday sun was shining on the gold coins, and the room was shining with golden light like water waves, shining on everyone's faces and on the blackened walls.

"Oh my god!" Harry called out first!

"Merlin's beard!" "Merlin above!" "# $ % ^ \u0026 * ("\n… All kinds of exclamations came out of everyone's mouths.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Klee clapped his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet: "As you can all see! These are all Galleons, minted by Gringotts Bank, genuine! There are a total of twenty-five thousand Galleons in this box."

Before the group could recover from the shock of the gold, Klee continued: "I have three more such boxes… here…"

As Klee spoke, he bent down and pulled the box from under the bed.

Three boxes that were exactly the same as before appeared in front of everyone.

The crowd fell into a second wave of shock… Everyone's mind was thinking of a mathematical formula—what is twenty-five thousand multiplied by four?

One hundred thousand! ! ! ! What is in front of me is one hundred thousand Galleons!

A voice was echoing in everyone's mind: One hundred thousand… One hundred thousand… One hundred thousand…

After a quiet time that lasted for five minutes, Professor McGonagall and Snape, as well as the few prefects like Percy, exchanged glances. They instantly understood what Klee meant by "proving his innocence"—what is the concept of a young wizard carrying one hundred thousand Galleons with him?

Snape's monthly salary is only eighty Galleons—this is the Head of Slytherin House, Potions Professor, and a Senior Potions Master! Snape only gets less than one hundred Galleons a month! The money in this box is enough to pay Snape's salary for a hundred years…

A young wizard carrying one hundred thousand Galleons in his luggage certainly wouldn't run to the dorm of the neighboring house in the middle of the night to steal something worth one thousand Galleons—although it's not completely impossible, this possibility can be ignored…

"Why do you have so much money?" Professor McGonagall asked suspiciously.

"It was blown in by the wind… cough cough cough…" Klee saw that Professor McGonagall's expression was not right, and quickly explained: "Let me solemnly introduce myself—my name is Christian Feynman. My father is Henry Feynman, and my mother is Jenny Feynman. In the Muggle world, there is a chain store called 'Henry's Electronics Store'. That's right, that's our family's business. There are hundreds of chain stores throughout Europe, and my mother is currently developing the Asian and American markets."

"Our family's income last year, if converted into Galleons, is probably twelve million Galleons?" Klee finally added.

Everyone is undergoing a reconstruction of their worldview…

Even Snape was thinking—how much is twelve million Galleons… Can they fill Hogwarts with it?

"I understand what you mean." Professor McGonagall felt that she needed to re-examine this student.

"He must be lying!" Malfoy said incredulously what he was thinking.

Few people in the crowd responded. Everyone had seen the golden coins with their own eyes, and they were more convinced of the facts before them.

"I checked it, and I'm sure, these are genuine Galleons!" Snape nodded and said.

With Snape's words, the expression of the group looking at Klee became more enthusiastic. This is a real tycoon!

Klee glanced at Malfoy contemptuously. Malfoy felt that Klee's eyes conveyed a sentence without mercy: [Didn't expect it! I'm a tycoon! You poor bastards! ]