Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

"The Flint family boy? Ah...I know."

After a long while, in the Broken Cauldron Bar, in Jemini's room, Old Tom was helping Jemini to boil the mung bean soup while laughing.

"Although the Flint family is a pure-blood family, they are not crazy pure-blood supporters. That kid Marcus is just broken." Old Tom shook his head.

"Will I be in any trouble?" Jemini leaned on the soft chair in the room and tilted his head when he heard the words.

"Oh... Mr. Fox, you're just an eleven-year-old kid who kicked him lightly. How can you have a bad mind?"

Old Tom grinned with a big mouth full of open teeth: "I was seriously injured by a kick by an eleven-year-old kid who can't even use magic. I think he just broke his wand and dropped out of school."

"I want you to be serious about an eleven-year-old who hasn't even started school yet, and don't feed him this dangerous...thought, old Tom."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded at the door, and Jemini turned his head to see a black-robed man standing at the door of the room.

The man has long shiny black hair and a tall stature, and his indifferent eyes swept across Jemini.

"Ha...Professor Snape." Old Tom sneered, turned and dragged Jemini from the soft chair beside him, and whispered to Jemini: "This is the head of Hogwarts Slytherin, Severus Snape."

"Jemini Fox, nice to meet you, Professor Snape." Jemini nodded politely.

"Mr. Fox's politeness really makes me terrified." Snape said lightly: "The captain of our Slytherin Quidditch team was seriously injured with one kick. Are you a dragon boy?"

"I have no horns and no wings, sir."

"That's the troll?" Snape narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone.

Jemini's thorny expression, which is neither humble nor arrogant, made him feel very disgusted.

"You don't even need to enroll, I can guess which house you will be assigned to. I don't know where you are, you and Gryffindor must be a perfect match."

Jemini said sincerely and gently: "Actually, I always feel that I can be assigned to Slytherin, and I am looking forward to it."

"Shut up!" Snape interrupted Jemini rudely: "If someone like you can be assigned to Slytherin, then I'd rather give up the position of dean."

Jemini thought about it, and he thought it was a really good idea.

"Agreed, Professor?"

"You—better—still—keep your mouth shut!"

Snape gave Jemini a gloomy look: "Dumbledore sent me to deal with this matter, so I have the right to decide whether I need to expel you from Hogwarts, do you want to try? Expulsion, maybe you are the first since the establishment of Hogwarts?"

"Now, I ask, you answer." Snape glanced at Jemini: "What is the cause of the matter? Why do you want to be so cruel?"

Jemini blinked, staring at Snape.

Looking at Snape innocently, he was upset for a while: "Speak--"

"You told me to shut up, Professor..."

"Damn it! Damn it! Now you can talk!" Snape's tone grew irritable.

"Okay." Jemini shrugged innocently: "He scolded me... um... Mudblood."

"Oh - that's not a good word..." Old Tom on the side opened his mouth wide, his tone exaggerated.

Snape gave him a sideways glance, and he hurriedly covered his mouth.

"So...this is...the cause of the matter?" Snape asked calmly, his face calmed down.

"That's right, then I grabbed his arm and gently kicked him..."

Snape gave Jemini a fixed look, with a sneer on his face: "It's... such a light kick,

One kick severely injured someone and broke five ribs. Did you add any magic? Like athlete's foot or something? "

Jemini picked up the metal soup bowl on the side, rubbed his hands together, and rubbed it directly into a iron gada.

"I've been a little bit strong since I was a kid..."

Snape looked at Tegada with fingerprints, and frowned. With this strength, I'm afraid he's really a giant dragon cub, right?

Seeing Jemini's exaggerated power with his own eyes, Snape finally believed that Jemini really gave Flint a light kick, so he rushed at it. A hole in Marcus's chest, in comparison, what is a few broken ribs?

A cold look swept across Jemini's face, and Snape turned and walked away.

"The... professor?"

Jemini tilted his head.

Snape turned around impatiently: "What else?"

"Am I punished...?" Jemini asked uncertainly.

"If you want to experience it, I don't mind." Snape said, leaving the room impatiently, and a voice came in from outside the door: "If there is another time, I will definitely open you, a paragraph before school starts. Time just stays in the room, troll boy."

Ding Ding Deng

The black figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs, Jemini was lying on the side of the door frame, took a few glances in the direction Snape had left, and returned to the room, looking at Old Tom uncertainly.

"So...I'm...all right?"

Old Tom grinned with a big mouth full of open teeth: "This one is not easy to talk at all, you are very lucky."

"It's not lucky." Jemini smiled gently and shook his head.

He had read the original Harry Potter books many times, and in Jemini's opinion, Snape was more suitable for handling this matter than Professor McGonagall.

If there was a word Snape hated the most, it would be 'mudblood'.

Besides, Snape lived in Spider End Lane in Kirkworth, which was not far from London, which was probably why Dumbledore sent him.

However, he said that having the right to expel Jemini was pure intimidation. Even if Dumbledore gave him the right to deal with it, it was only a serious warning at most, and it was impossible to give him the right to expel students.

Otherwise, all Gryffindor students would have been expelled by him...

The fact that Marcus Flint was seriously injured by a kick caused a lot of trouble. After all, there are not many people in the entire magic world. No matter how you hide it, others will know it.

Flint's father, who works at the Ministry of Magic, has been clamoring for days to punish a freshman named Jemini Fox.

However, although he found a lot of connections, he was finally stopped by Dumbledore. No one could cross Dumbledore to deal with the students of Hogwarts, even if the minister came.

For the next whole month, Jemini also completely stabilized, and there was no further movement.

Either learning spells from the spell book, or constantly improving the false memories weaved, and a month has passed by quite fulfilling.

Ollivander is right, a wand chooses a wizard, and a good wand will naturally choose a good wizard. No matter whether Jemini will have a great achievement in the future, at least Jemini's magical talent is indeed quite good.

Like floating spells, cleaning spells, and repairing spells, which are commonly used in daily life, Jemini learned almost all of them. He also tried defense against the dark arts such as your weapon and fainting. Can be released easily.

With the exception of the Patronus Spell, Jemini still has no clue.