Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

Harry looked at Jemini unwillingly: "You are relying on these things to stop the troll and the three-headed dog?"

He suddenly had a feeling that I could get on with me.

In his mind, a stupid troll rushed towards him, and then he went up to a sliding shovel...

"Of course, there is still a little bit of my personal strength." Jemini nodded gently.

Harry seriously doubted that he was a little bit hydrated. He had seen the three-headed dog. If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to run away.

"So you're actually pretty strong, right?" Ron asked.

Jemini nodded: "That's right, I'm not bragging. In the case of a face-to-face battle with me, most wizards can't even take out a wand."

"If you want to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts with me, I can teach you now, do you want to learn it?" Jemini asked gently.

"Learn!" Harry and Ron's eyes were full of excitement.

Then…

Potions Office.

Snape's eyes swept across Harry's faces behind Jemini, and there was a sarcastic arc at the corners of his mouth.

"Look who's here, the famous Mr Potter—"

Harry and Ron's style has become a stick figure...

Judging from the expressions on their faces, Jemini could imagine the despair in their hearts.

Harry opened his mouth blankly: "You didn't tell us you were practicing here..."

"It's okay, now you know." Jemini shrugged: "I found myself two companions to practice spells, Professor."

"Are you sure it's a companion, not a target or something?" Snape snorted. "I guess they'll last five seconds in front of you? Maybe I should be a little bolder."

"Excuse the professor, we'll go back now." Harry turned to leave.

As soon as he turned around, Snape's annoying voice sounded slowly behind Harry:

"Look, just like your proud and conceited father, timid as a mouse, stupid and blind."

"You are not allowed to insult my father!" Harry suddenly turned around like a lit dynamite keg, and roared at Snape.

"Are you blaming me for not describing it well enough?" Snape glanced at Harry arrogantly. "Want me to describe it to you in detail?"

"My father is not what you said!"

"That's what your father--" Snape dragged his tone lazily, "your opponent is standing there, and you don't even have the courage to draw your wand, you're not as stupid as you are. father."

"That..." Jemini sighed leisurely: "How about you two calm down? I heard that there were a hundred turkeys at the banquet today..."

Will the two of them have such a big chemical reaction when they touch each other?

Jemini turned to look at Harry, who had drawn his wand...

"That's decent, though you don't look much smarter than a stick-wielding troll..." Snape sneered.

"Okay, so far."

Jemini took out his wand, dexterously flipped it a few times between his fingers, and walked to the other side of the room, nodding slightly towards Harry.

Ron leaned against the door tremblingly, hesitating whether to sneak out in the chaos...

"Let's get started," Snape said from behind his desk.

"Grind hula!" Harry raised his hand in a curse.

Swah——

A red light shot towards Jemini, and Jemini smashed the spell with a flick.

"All petrochemical!"

"Tarantera Dance!"

Harry used almost all the Defense Against the Dark Arts he knew, but none of them could hit Jemini successfully, and they were all blocked by Jemini.

Immediately afterwards, Jemini picked up the tip of his wand, and the wand in Harry's hand suddenly flew away.

into Jemini's hands.

"It's amazing, it has successfully used several magic spells-"

Snape's sarcastic laughter broke out, and Harry glared at him immediately: "At least more than five seconds."

"Yeah, because he never attacked you at all." Snape sneered: "It's so weak and pitiful."

"After all, my Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has limited abilities and can't teach anything." Harry immediately replied: "Jemini has been learning from you for a long time."

"Self-righteous." Snape snorted when he heard the words: "Do you think he can beat you because I gave him a small stove?"

"If you have time to look through the self-defense guide, instead of foolishly immersing yourself in your own reputation, you should at least learn a Disarming Charm yourself." Snape raised his chin and squinted at Harry: " But it is expected, just like your stupid father, arrogant and arrogant."

Inside the Potions Office, Harry and Snape were arguing.

At the corner of the wall, Jemini took out a box of Bibi Duo Beans from his bosom, opened it, and handed it to Ron: "Do you want some?"

"Uh...thank you..."

Ron squeezed a bean and stuffed it into his mouth, with a strange expression on his face: "This tastes so strange, a little salty, a little bit like dried fish, with a bit of fishy smell... Why does it smell a bit like Percy's stinky feet? "

"This was given to me by Dumbledore. He said it would definitely smell like the skin of the feet. It should be the one you ate..."

Ron's face turned pale.

Suddenly, Jemini's face flushed red, and a layer of fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"What have you eaten?"

"Hi--Devil's Pepper?"

The time when Jemini and the two were eating Pacman, Harry and Snape's quarrel was finally over.

Of course, the loser in this fight was Harry, who deserved five points from Snape.

Afterwards, Harry seemed to be in conflict with Snape, and he kept his mouth shut, and then followed Jemini to practice the spell in the Potions Office.

Finally, the morning passed quietly.

It's time for the Christmas feast.

The Christmas banquet at Hogwarts was held at noon. At this time, in the hall of the auditorium, the long tables of the four academies had been removed, and even the seats of the teachers had been replaced, replaced by a cluster of clumps. Delicate flowers, the fairies in the flowers kept flying around, singing moving songs.

There are more than a dozen huge Christmas trees lined up on both sides of the auditorium, and there are several large round tables in the center, each of which is full of delicious food.

"There are really a hundred turkeys!" Jemini's eyes lit up.

"The steaks are piled up like mountains." Ron swallowed. "Do you like turkey?"

"I don't like it. That thing is too cumbersome and unpalatable. Even Chinese food can't save it." Jemini shook his head. "But it looks good on the table. I'm very happy to see it. Why eat it?"

"I'm not happy at all." Harry looked lost.

Knowing that Christmas would be a morning with Snape at the Potions Office, he'd rather go back to Privet Drive for Christmas with the Dursleys...

Worst of all, he was also mocked by Snape all morning, deducting a total of fifteen points from Gryffindor...

Ron reminded: "He doesn't leave your father for three words, I guess he must hate your father, it's just involving you."

"I guess so." Harry said sadly. "If only there was some way to get him to shut that stinky mouth."

Jemini on the side turned around when he heard the words: "You can try sunflower orchid powder and wormwood infusion..."

"Just spare me!"