Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Jemini heard from Derian that Harry had joined Gryffindor's Quidditch team.

In fact, there was no need to listen to Derian, because at breakfast, a large group of owls sent Harry a long package containing the Nimbus 2000 that Professor McGonagall had given him.

Look at their dean? Look at you again, Snape!

Jemini sighed secretly. Fortunately, I had a weapons store and bought a Firebolt in advance, but I don't need to envy Harry's Nimbus 2000.

What Jemini didn't know was that Professor McGonagall was hesitant about Harry joining the team at first, because when she was observing Harry, she also saw Jemini's flying skills, if Harry made an exception and scored a goal team, then there is no reason to stop the buggy Jemini from joining the team.

Until yesterday, after she heard about Jemini's exceptional entry into the team, she immediately slapped the table and asked Harry to join the Gryffindor team, and then used Floo powder all the way to London to order Harry at the Quidditch boutique. Got a Nimbus 2000.

The dean of someone else's house...

Jemini regretted not listening to the Sorting Hat.

Even if he is assigned to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, it is estimated that Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout will not hesitate at all.

But what can he do?

The house he chose, even if he was kneeling... Even if he was kneeling and praying, Dumbledore would not allow him to be transferred...

Fortunately, Snape still had a little conscience, and he asked Prefect Davis to send Jemini a note.

It was written on the note that Jemini would be at his office at six o'clock every weekend from now on, and Snape would train him on the Silent Charm.

"I don't want to see you yelling stupidly as you swing your wand—"

The note says so...

In Jemini's view, the Silent Spell is a benchmark for testing whether a wizard is qualified. Once the Silent Spell is mastered, the wizard's combat power will instantly soar.

A single thought took much less time than a sentence, and the time required to utter a single spell was enough for a wizard of Snape's level to cast three silent spells.

At six o'clock in the evening, when Jemini came to Snape's office, he was skinning a dead toad, and the potion was boiling in the cauldron next to him, and a white mist filled the room.

To be honest, no matter what Snape's personality is, his potion level is really high! Watching Snape's smooth operations, it feels like appreciating an art.

"I think you should learn the Disarming Charm." Snape said without looking up, "Release the Disarming Charm at the dummy, and don't make a sound."

Jemini didn't talk nonsense, he took out his wand directly from his arms, aimed at the dummy at the other end of the room, concentrated his attention, and waved his wand.

whoosh-

The wooden stick in the dummy's hand flew out and hit Snape's head, causing Snape's head to drop unconsciously.

The atmosphere in the office instantly froze...

Jemini didn't dare to look at Snape's face, because he thought the expression on that face must be ugly now.

"Well..." Jemini sighed weakly: "Sorry, Professor, I never thought it would be so smooth..."

"Get-out..."

Jemini ran away.

Until he came to the lobby on the first floor, he felt incredible for a while.

Is Silent Mantra so easy to learn?

But after thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be an exaggeration. He injected spider serum, and his thinking ability and attention have been improved to a certain extent. In addition, he also absorbed part of Voldemort's soul power, so he has this kind of magical talent. Not surprising.

In my heart, I meditated a sentence of clear water like a spring, but the tip of the stick did not respond.

Jemini knew that it seemed that it was just by accident that he had just succeeded.

Although his own talent is very good, but in his current state, even if he can successfully use the Silent Spell, he is not a hundred spirits, and he still needs to practice more.

The reason why I was able to succeed in the office just now was due to my concentration and a little bit of luck.

But if you can succeed once, you can succeed the second time, and Jemini plans to practice it a few more times today.

Wednesday, late at night.

Jemini was wandering in the dark castle as always.

This is one of his few hobbies. Since he entered school, the things that can make him fun, except for Quidditch, have to be night tours.

Hogwarts Castle has stood in this land for thousands of years, and it contains the wisdom and secrets of dozens of generations, and Jemini can always find fun here.

For example, last Friday night, Jemini found an unremarkable small room, the room was empty, only a desk, a notebook, and a quill pen.

The book was huge and extremely thick, compared to the quill pen that was much more ordinary.

The thick and huge notebook was just spread out and quietly placed on the table. The notebook was filled with names and dates.

According to a white-bearded grandfather who was passing by at the time, every little wizard who was born in the UK, including Scotland, would be captured by this pen to capture the magic fluctuations, and then write down his name on this notebook.

In a previous life, Jemini had heard of such a thing, but he never thought that it was not at the Ministry of Magic, but at Hogwarts.

The reason why Hogwarts admissions will not be interfered with by pure-blood supporters of the Ministry of Magic is because of this pen.

Jemini also found his name in the book, and all the little wizards who were on the same page as him were all the same.

Harry, for example, was born on July 31st.

Like Hermione, whose birthday is September nineteenth.

Suddenly, Jemini stopped his fluttering movements and hung upside down on the ceiling.

September 19th…

Like it's tomorrow? Today, September 18th, Wednesday…

It happened to be the day of Gryffindor astronomical observation, and Hermione should be at the observatory at this time.

"Ah...it looks like...you have the same trouble sleeping as me, Mr. Fox."

The old voice sounded below, and Jemini looked down, and a white-bearded old man with half-moon-shaped eyes was standing on the ground, looking at him cheerfully.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." Jemini said with a smile, turning over and falling from the roof: "I'm just more fascinated by astronomical observations, thinking of having an astronomical session with Gryffindor students. class."

"This is not the way to the observatory." Dumbledore joked: "If Filch catches you, I think you will suffer."

"He can't catch me." Jemini smiled slyly: "He can't even see my shadow."

"Fortunately, you are the only one with this unique and powerful ability. I can't imagine what it would be like for the Weasley twins to have this ability." Dumbledore said, and couldn't help laughing: "God, that's scary, isn't it?"

"I mean..." Jemini sneered.

"I can see that you take exploring Hogwarts at night as a pleasure, can you tell me what you have discovered these days?" Dumbledore looked at Jemini gently and said, "I I'm planning to go to the kitchen and ask the elves for some dessert, do you want to join us?"

"Kitchen?" Jemini thought for a while: "Exactly, can I ask them to help make a cake?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."