Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

"I found that when I tickled the armored gentlemen on duty in the castle, the masks on their helmets would click and click, so I can understand that they are laughing?"

"Yes, let me tell you a secret, if you dance to them, they will dance with you." Dumbledore blinked.

"So they are intelligent creatures?"

"Magic is a magical thing. He can't give life to an object, but he can give them wisdom." Dumbledore said kindly: "So, in the magical world, the words wisdom and biology are never the same thing. of."

"What about the portraits? What's the matter with the portraits?" Jemini asked curiously. "I found that some portraits are very smart, and some are very stupid."

"Oh... that's true." Dumbledore nodded: "If you go to my office to take a look, you will find that the portraits of the past principals hanging in my office are almost indistinguishable from living people."

Jemini squeezed his chin and thought for a while: "That is to say, the stronger the magic, the closer his portrait is to himself?"

"To be honest, I'm a little envious of your intelligence." Dumbledore nodded.

"You have won the prize." Jemini smiled: "So, every painting of the strong man will have a wisdom close to his own?"

"It depends on his own will," said Dumbledore.

"I have a question, Professor." Jemini thought for a while and said, "If you transfer a person's soul to his portrait, does that count as immortality in disguise?"

Dumbledore was slightly startled: "Transferring souls to objects is not some kind of good magic, but I think, even if it succeeds, what's the point of such immortality?"

"That's right." Jemini nodded.

"Fox, are you interested in immortality?" Dumbledore's calm gaze fell on Jemini's face through the half-moon lens.

"Of course, who would think that he lived long?" Jemini smiled gently: "But simply living for the sake of living, this kind of eternal life is too much."

"The world is beautiful and vast, Professor, my journey lies in the sea of ​​stars."

Jemini's eyes are clear and distant, and there are no distracting thoughts in his blue pupils: "Maybe I will really live forever, maybe I will die on the road, but these things don't really matter. I have never regretted living, so even if I was smashed to pieces on this journey, and I think I can say with a smile that it was a worthwhile trip."

"...very thorough answer..."

Dumbledore looked at Jemini for a while in surprise, and then exclaimed with a little emotion: "I am often proud of the students I teach... But to be honest, this is the first time I am a student because I am a student. It's an honor to be a teacher, Fox."

"You are overrated." Jemini smiled humbly.

"Actually, no."

Dumbledore blinked, then raised his head, his eyes fell on a huge fruit bowl painting next to him: "We're here."

Jemini looked around. From the position, it was directly below the castle auditorium.

Dumbledore stretched out his old wrinkled palm and scratched a pear painted on the fruit bowl. In an instant, the pear turned into a doorknob, Dumbledore opened the door, and the two entered the kitchen.

"Good evening, Honorable Professor Dumbledore! Handsome Master Fox!"

As soon as the two entered the kitchen, a high-pitched voice was heard in their ears, and beside the two, a house elf wearing a white pillowcase bowed to the two of them: "Is there anything Luo Luo can help you two? ?"

Immediately afterwards, a large group of house elves gathered around, blinking their big light bulb-like eyes and looking at Jemini and the two of them expectantly.

Jemini pointed to himself blankly: "You know me?"

"Oh..." Dumbledore suddenly laughed: "From the beginning of school,

They haven't been able to find your luggage, Fox, which has been worrying them for a long time, and although I repeat that it's not their problem, they've always been uneasy. "

Jemini laughed dryly, and then he remembered that the dormitories of the four colleges were cleaned by the elves, and the students' luggage and items were also packed by them.

And from school to now, they haven't seen Fox's luggage...

Dumbledore blinked: "Can I ask Fox where do you live now?"

"House of Requirement, Professor." Jemini smiled.

The Room of Requirement is not a big secret, and there is nothing to hide. It can be seen from the hill-like piles of groceries that many students have been there, but not everyone has mastered the rules of the room.

"Oh..." Dumbledore nodded decisively: "That's no wonder..."

"That's a good place. I can find anything I want there. If you are interested, I can host you there." Jemini said with a smile, completely treating the Room of Requirement as his own territory.

"It looks like the place feels like home to you, which is good."

"Aren't you angry? I won't go back to the dormitory..." Jemini was a little puzzled, Dumbledore's temper was much better than he thought.

"To be honest, if I beat someone, I wouldn't dare to go back and live easily." Dumbledore nodded cheerfully: "But as long as you can feel at home at Hogwarts, it doesn't matter if you live in the dormitory. It’s the same as coming and going, in fact, if you don’t say anything, I always thought you were in a warm place where you set up a net and went straight to sleep…”

"Thank you very much for your enlightenment, Professor."

"It's just a little thing," Dumbledore said leisurely.

"As long as you don't get caught by the professors and Filch, and don't go to some dangerous places, Hogwarts will not refuse the curiosity of sincere students, such as the Weasley twins, I used to meet every week. They, unfortunately don't know when to start, they seem to have mastered a way to avoid me, I still feel quite lost... Do you want a fruit syrup tart?"

Dumbledore said, handing Jemini a fruit syrup tart.

Jemini took a bite of the pie and wrinkled his face: "It's so sweet—"

"As I get older, I like to eat sweets." Dumbledore nodded and put a piece of pie in his mouth: "Okay... Actually, I also liked it when I was young, I didn't find it for my own gluttony. Excuse, most Britons can't resist sweets, and syrup pie is bland."

"When Filch's birthday was a while ago, I tried his birthday cake, and it was full of cream—about ten centimeters thick..."

Jemini looked disgusted: "Uh... it sounds disgusting..."

"Yeah, he didn't finish it." Dumbledore said, "Don't you want cake? I think Ms. Lolo can help you."

"Does Mr. Fox want cake?" Lolo raised his head, and looked at Jemini with his big light bulb eyes.

"Yes, please, Miss Lolo." Jemini squatted down and smiled gently: "If possible, I hope it is the kind of pancake cake, three layers of crisp pancakes, one layer of cake, between every two layers. Smeared with different jams, coated with a layer of crisp chocolate, not too big, and put some fruit on it, ah, yes, please also write a happy birthday to Miss Hermione Granger."

"It turned out to be Miss Granger's birthday cake!" Lolo's big eyes were shining, she bowed to Jemini again, her pointed nose was on the ground: "Miss Granger is a very hard-working girl who can It was Lolo's honor to make a birthday cake for Miss Granger."

Then, a few minutes later.

Jemini looked at the giant chocolate cake of his own height in front of him in astonishment.

The chocolate cake is divided into five layers, each layer is composed of three crisp pancakes and a layer of cake. The colorful fruits are dotted all over the cake, and the exquisiteness is unbearable to destroy.

"Fuck, what is this?!"