Harry Chaucer scratched his head and chuckled. "Okay, I'll work hard to be like the Grandmaster. Ms. Winslow, what does the Grandmaster do? He seems really rich."
He was just curious because Holly Winslow was always buying them things. The last time the school asked students to chip in for new brooms, she had paid for them out of her own pocket.
Seeing her students staring at her curiously, Holly Winslow smiled. "Get a perfect score and you'll find out. Keep it up, and in the future, you'll be as rich as the Grandmaster."
'She was telling a white lie. Being as rich as Mortimer Quincy was a bit of a tall order; after all, the man owned countless properties.'
After handing everything out, she stood at the lectern and asked her usual question, "If you have any questions you're stuck on, raise your hand."
Students tend to hold their teachers in awe, so few would ever ask questions on their own. She always had to be the one to prompt them.
