Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

There are very few students staying at Hogwarts this year. Apart from Jemini and three other Slytherins, there is only one fifth-grade boy who stays at the school.

Jemini guessed that it might be because Sirius appeared in the castle a while ago, and parents were not very worried about the safety of their children. After all, nearly a hundred students stayed at the school during Christmas in the previous two years.

"Good morning, you two~"

Harry and Ron were terrified when Jemini appeared outside the bedroom window, trying on the sweaters Mrs Weasley had knitted for them.

"The sweater is good, it suits you very well." Jemini raised his eyebrows and praised.

"I don't like it very much..." Ron muttered.

"I guess Harry likes it, doesn't he?" Jemini asked.

"I get one every year and wear it until it gets smaller." Harry shrugged. "But can you come down through the window first?"

"Excuse me~" Jemini jumped from the window, and the two of them could see Jemini's dress clearly, a rococo-style white shirt with flower cuffs, a brown leather vest, black jeans and a pair of brown riding boots. Pinned a silver long sword.

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The overall style of dressing is somewhat like Captain Jack, but much cleaner than he looks.

"Cool!" Ron exclaimed. "This sword is so beautiful!"

Jemini smiled: "Thank you for the compliment, do you want to play?"

"Can you?" Ron said in surprise.

"Of course." Jemini took off the sword and handed it to Ron, who hurriedly took it with both hands, and Harry leaned over curiously.

"I suggest you be careful, it's too sharp," Jemini reminded.

"Where did you buy this?" Ron asked enviously.

Jemini shrugged: "Dumbledore sent it."

"Why didn't he send us?" Ron rolled his eyes: "Everyone is Gryffindor anyway."

"Probably because he got something more important from Jemini.

"

Harry, who knew Jemini well, already understood that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

"That's fine." Ron said decisively.

Seeing the two enjoying playing with Hermes, Jemini sat down on Ron's bed, picked up the fat mouse on the quilt, and stroked it gently.

"Banban's complexion doesn't look good recently?" Jemini asked casually.

"It's all scaring that stupid cat!" Ron said angrily: "It always stares straight at Scabbers, if only that stupid cat is here now, I'll go down with a sword..."

"Ron!" Harry interrupted Ron quickly: "That's Hermione's pet anyway."

"Then chop off one leg! One leg is enough, really!"

"Ha..." Jemini smiled and rubbed Banban's head lightly: "I have quite a few potions there, I'll take it back later, feed it some potions, it will make it a little more energetic, The fur is smoother too, poor little thing."

"Thank you so much for that!" Ron's eyes lit up, and then he seemed to remember something: "By the way, Adria, that cat raccoon..."

"Don't worry, Balut won't have the chance to harass Banban." Jemini said gently.

Ten minutes later, the three of them walked out of the dormitory and came to the lounge. Hermione was already waiting here. She was wearing furry pajamas and laying on the sofa with a book in her arms, watching with interest.

Seeing Jemini go downstairs with the two of them, Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Did you come in through the window again?"

"Again?" Harry sharply noticed the question in Hermione's words.

Hermione's face flushed. "I mean, can't you go through the door?"

"No way, I don't know the password." Jemini shrugged.

"Dirty mongrel," said Harry.

"Is the fat lady's taste so curious?"

"No, it's Sir Cadogan. Since the last time Sirius sneaked in, that guy has temporarily served as the doorman for the Fat Lady. Change passwords every three days. Neville is going crazy." Ron muttered. .

Jemini didn't pay attention to what he said, all his attention was on Hermione's little white feet.

Hermione blushed, and she curled her pink toes uneasily before slipping on her slippers.

Generally speaking, Hermione is not too fond of playboy-type boys, no matter how outstanding the other person's appearance is, in terms of her independent and self-improving personality, she doesn't even want to take a second look, especially after seeing Loja After that kind of person.

But Jemini is different. From the first acquaintance to seeing the talent of the other party's evildoer, Jemini feels like an unattainable mountain to Hermione, and can always easily shatter all her pride and make her feel It pales in comparison.

That feeling of being within reach, but out of reach, made Hermione unable to calm down every time she saw Jemini.

It was probably the answer to that sentence - what you can't get is always in turmoil.

She wanted to really get Jemini, not just in terms of the relationship between men and women. What Hermione cared about was being able to stand in front of Jemini on an equal footing and being young and not feeling inferior.

What she didn't know, however, was that her character was what Jemini admired the most.

In the words of Domineering President Wen, it is probably: This woman is very special!

Or: What a pure and unpretentious girl, woman, you managed to get my attention... or something.

A few people played cards in the lounge. Near noon, Jemini and the others finally left the Gryffindor lounge and came all the way to the auditorium.

The long tables of the four colleges have been moved to the wall, and a large round table is placed in the center of the auditorium.

Dumbledore was sitting at the table with several deans, and Filch, the administrator, was wearing a tuxedo that seemed to be moldy and looked much more refined than usual.

There were also a few students at the round table, Shirley and Adria, the Slytherin boy who stayed at the school, and two first-year students who looked a little nervous.

"Merry Christmas, everyone~" Dumbledore smiled cheerfully when Jemini walked to the table: "With so few of us, it seems a bit silly to use the college table... Sit down, children. ,sit down."

Adria moved a position and gave up the seat between her and Shirley, and Jemini naturally sat between them.

Hermione's face didn't look very good, and from time to time a sour smell came over, and there was a faint flash of electricity when her eyes crossed with Adria.

"Firecrackers!"

Dumbledore didn't seem to notice the unfriendly atmosphere among the girls, or maybe he did, but he acted foolishly.

He handed the end of a large silver firecracker to Snape, who pulled it reluctantly, as if the sound of an artillery explosion sounded, and the firecracker exploded, revealing a large pointed witch hat with a top with a vulture specimen.

"Okay...I remember this was Neville's grandma's favorite style?" Jemini laughed.

The voice fell, and Snape's face darkened.

Harry and Ron also seemed to have thought of something. They looked at each other and laughed softly.

Snape's face turned darker, his lips were thin, and he pushed the hat towards Dumbledore, who happily used it to replace the wizard hat on his head.

Then he looked around with a smile and waved, "Then... eat happily!"