HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

Principal room.

This is the umpteenth time that Jian Yu has come here this semester.

The gargoyles at the door even recognized her and greeted her.

"Honey fizz candy."

Harry looked at her with a surprised expression as she shouted the command with ease, walked in, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Dumbledore held his forehead and smiled bitterly, then turned a kettle into a soft chair and motioned for Harry to sit with him.

"Harry, I think you already know who your enemy is."

Harry nodded, and eagerly told Dumbledore everything he had investigated, including Snape's attempt to pass through the trapdoor, the spell he cast on the Quidditch field, the small package Hagrid took from the vault, Voldemort's purpose, the reason for his parents' death... He urgently wanted to know the truth.

But Jian Yu noticed that he was very careful to cover up for herself and did not tell the story of her and the three-headed dog.

Dumbledore listened quietly and praised his performance.

"Well done, Harry. Voldemort exists in spirit form. He is not truly alive, and therefore cannot be killed - he is always waiting to rise again."

"But the truth," Dumbledore sighed, "is not the time yet. I can only say that your mother died to save you, and love left you an eternal amulet."

"As for Professor Snape, he and your father dislike each other, but he is also in favor of you. He is indeed protecting you, there is no doubt about that."

Harry tried to process these words, but he still couldn't make sense of them.

When he wanted to continue asking, Dumbledore ended the topic and turned to Jian Yu and said with a smile:

"Perhaps you have heard of my friend Nicolas Flamel, maker of the Philosopher's Stone."

"When you were unconscious, we talked about it and decided to use it to bring back your soul."

"To be honest, we weren't sure if it would work, but thankfully it did. He wants to meet you during the summer break."

Jian Yu agreed, after all, this old man was her savior.

She could feel that Dumbledore was very happy, and his long eyebrows were raised.

......

The Christmas holiday is over soon.

Jian Yu then realized the consequences of giving away too many bottles of beauty potion at once:

Everyone can infer who she sent a gift to by whose face turned pale.

In the auditorium.

As soon as Draco saw her, he rolled his eyes and snorted, imitating Snape's sarcastic tone:

"I wonder how the gift from Malfoy is unacceptable to the noble Miss Jane."

"She was only willing to send a small bottle of beauty potion, not even enough for a month."

Jian Yu couldn't help but admire that he had learned the essence of Professor Snape.

Theodore sat beside him, glanced at them calmly, and said:

"You might as well look at the faces of those stupid lions."

Draco looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Harry and Ron had turned a shade paler.

He flew up from his chair, slapped the long table, and jumped up like a thunder:

"You actually gave the same gift to me, Scarhead, and that red-haired mole!!"

He was as angry as a pufferfish and forced Jian Yu to promise to give him another dose of beauty potion so that he could at least defeat Potter in terms of quantity.

Jian Yu was annoyed by him and felt dizzy. She could only respond with "hmm hmm" perfunctorily.

But Theodore suddenly added: "I want one too."

She glared at Theodore. Why was this guy causing trouble again? Didn’t he dislike him last semester?

But she didn't like to suffer any loss, so she came up with a plan:

"This bottle of potion is very expensive, and I made it myself."

"I was afraid you wouldn't like it and it would be wasted, so I only sent one bottle."

"It's true that we can give you one more bottle, but you have to help spread the word."

Draco immediately agreed with a big promise, saying that within a day he could make the value of this potion known throughout Slytherin, and she would make a fortune from it; Theodore looked at her with a helpless expression, but still nodded silently.

The beauty potion soon became popular among Slytherin, and even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff came to inquire about how to buy it.

Counting handfuls of gold Galleons, Jian Yu smiled happily.

......

The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor was soon restarted.

Before the game, Flint and his teammates surrounded her and forced Jane to sit in the first row, the first seat. The captain patted his chest and assured her that Slytherin would win and would never let her down.

Unfortunately, even with 7 Nimbus 2000s, the Slytherin team was unable to defeat Gryffindor, who had the aura of the protagonist. Harry "swallowed" the Golden Snitch with a life-threatening attitude, and scored a full 150 points, directly ending Slytherin's small advantage.

Flint was crying bitterly on the court, leaning on a broom. When he saw Jian Yu coming to comfort them, he wanted to bang his head on the ground. He wished he could use his toes to dig a crack in the ground and put his head in it.

The other team members were also in low spirits, especially Draco.

It was a rare time for him to feel guilty and self-blame, and his defeat at the hands of Potter made him question his life.

But fortunately, they defeated Ravenclaw without any danger, and then crushed Hufflepuff with a large score. This made Draco regain his confidence and his golden head began to hold high again.

The Quidditch House Cup was eventually won by Gryffindor, with Slytherin coming in second.

Time flies, and the second half of the first grade is coming to an end.

Throughout the second half of the semester, Jian Yu behaved in a "gentle and polite" and "law-abiding" manner, and seldom did anything to alarm the principal's office, which made Dumbledore very uncomfortable and restless.

If a child is quiet, he must be acting like a monster.

He always felt that Jian Yu was planning something big.

It’s a pity that the wizarding world lacks a word called PUA, otherwise he would be able to understand the source of this feeling of discomfort.

The respected headmaster secretly summoned Snape to his office in the dead of night.

"Oh, Severus, it's nothing urgent—"

"I just want to ask about Miss Jane's recent performance--"

Snape had a dark face, and he was very angry because his sleep was disturbed:

"She's doing great, full of life and energy!"

"I have no doubt that she was a Niffler in her previous life. She even spent her time counting those damn Galleons in class!"

He almost wanted to curse Dumbledore for having suffered too much and now he couldn't live a peaceful day:

"Thank goodness she stopped her stupid troll antics and left her poor old professor alone,"

"And you seem to support these stupid behaviors, which I don't understand."

He threw his robe angrily and walked out.

Dumbledore was covered in the face by the wind he created, and couldn't help but be amazed by such momentum.