Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

"Can someone explain to me why the Slytherin troll boy is in the Gryffindor lounge?"

"And you proposed to us to have a Christmas party?"

In the Gryffindor bedroom, the twins stared at each other.

Jemini and Ron were playing wizard chess and raised their heads when they heard the words: "Ah, I came in through the window."

"Who asked you this?" Fred folded his arms in a guilty manner.

George looked indignant: "You left us and ran away alone in the afternoon, causing us to be scolded by Professor McGonagall."

"Traitor!" Fred and George said in unison.

"Never mind, look at Harry and Ron." Jemini spread his hands.

"The two of them didn't sneak away!"

"Yeah." Jemini nodded: "The two of them were also left behind by me, and they were scolded with you. Wouldn't it be better to think about it?"

"Although it sounds like that, I always feel like you are looking down on our IQ." Fred rolled his eyes.

George covered his nose and exaggerated: "Your shameless appearance really has the style of Slytherin, stay away from us, it will stick to your stench."

Click!

Jemini smiled and crushed a chess piece. The chess piece screamed and shattered the table. The chess pieces on the chessboard screamed and hid.

"Actually I don't think it's a big deal, you say George?"

"Yes, Fred, it's not the first time we've been scolded."

Beside Jemini, the black king chess piece mournfully pieced together the corpse crushed by Jemini: "Oh...my queen..."

Fortunately, the wizard chess has the ability to automatically recover, and its queen finally came back to life, but these chess pieces refused to obey Jemini's command. Jemini had to get up and help Adria and the twins dress up together. Gryffindor lounge.

"Why put the party in the Gryffindor lounge?"

Harry helped Jemini move the sofa and couldn't help asking.

"If you've been to a Slytherin lounge, you'll know that it's really not a place for a party when it's so gothic."

Jemini raised the sofa with one hand and held up a solid wood coffee table with the other: "I have also been in Ravenclaw's tower once, the environment of that place... how can I say it? It feels too elegant, a place with no atmosphere. "

"The Hufflepuff lounge is nice, but I don't know anyone from their academy either."

"Besides, Professor Dumbledore will come later. I think he should prefer the college he graduated from." Jemini said, and laughed.

After all, the old man relied on Gryffindor to comfort himself when he did bad things, and there is no reason to dislike Gryffindor towers...

"There are not many people, right?" Fred thought for a while: "There are not many students in Gryffindor this year, and there are only a dozen of us."

"Then call the other colleges too, the more people the more lively." Jemini moved a sofa and looked at Adria: "Adria, you can help me ask other Slytherins to stay. student?"

"Yes, my lord." Adria turned and left the lounge.

"I'll go to Hufflepuff and ask!" Ron said, and followed.

"I... I'm going to Ravenclaw." Percy's face suddenly flushed, and he hurried out.

"He doesn't look good," Jemini muttered, looking at Percy's back.

Fred and George laughed: "Ravenclaw's prefect is stupid Percy's dream girl~ I also stayed at school for Christmas this year, didn't you notice? Percy's eyes were always on at noon. Glancing at Penello."

"Penelo Clearwater."

"What a beautiful girl."

"Percy fell in love with her.

"

"But we guess Penello definitely doesn't like him."

"If that girl wasn't blind..."

Jemini looked at the twins who were singing and he nodded, "then he is so pitiful."

What can I say?

Going back in time, Percy would probably seriously consider whether to drown these two in the water while they were just born...

About ten minutes later, the door of the lounge opened, and Ron, who was like a chicken, rushed in with a large group of Hufflepuffs. The little badgers looked around, looking around curiously.

"Gryffindor lounge! It's my first time here!"

"Good evening, Ernie." Jemini greeted, looking in the direction behind the little badgers: "Professor Sprout, good evening."

"Oh... good evening, Fox," said Professor Sprout cheerfully, as amiable as ever.

Ron sniffed on his body with a bitter face: "I knocked on the wrong barrel and was sprayed with vinegar. Seamus had sworn to tell me that it was the barrel on the far right. When he comes back, he will look good!"

"It's just vinegar. Fred was sprayed with mint sauce last time, and he looked a lot more energetic." George laughed.

"We were having afternoon tea just now, and I brought you refreshments."

With that said, Professor Sprout waved his wand, and trays of exquisite snacks appeared on the table in the lounge.

Soon, Professor Flitwick also brought the Ravenclaw students to the lounge, and some of them were still holding huge toads.

"So professor, are you all spending Christmas with the students?" Jemini asked curiously.

"That's right, it happens every year." Professor Flitwick said with a smile: "I was conducting their chorus just now."

Behold, the dean of the family!

Considerately accompany the students who cannot go home for Christmas.

Look at you again, Snape!

In Jemini's mind, he imagined Snape gently and considerately accompanying him and a group of snakes for Christmas...

"vomit--"

"What's the matter, Fox, what's wrong with you?" Professor Flitwick panicked.

Jemini waved his hand hurriedly: "I'm sorry, it's just morning sickness, a small problem."

Professor Flitwick: "???"

"Is there any nice tune for us to play, Professor?" Fred grinned and leaned over to Professor Flitwick.

"I'd like to listen to it too." Jemini nodded: "I actually like music quite a bit."

"Really?" Professor Flitwick's face brightened. "If you like music, why not join the school's choir? What type do you like?"

Hogwarts students can organize clubs, just like various clubs in Japanese middle schools, just report to the professors before forming.

When Professor Slughorn was at Hogwarts, the most famous club in the school was the Slug Club, which was re-formed when Slughorn returned to teach later.

But right now, apart from the Quidditch teams from the four Houses, the biggest club in the school is the choir organized by Professor Flitwick.

"What type..." Jemini squeezed his chin and thought for a while: "I like those who play the violin, those with long hair, tall bodies, and beautiful looks, preferably wearing stockings."

"I'm asking what kind of music do you like!" Professor Flitwick was taken aback by Jemini's words.

"As for the music... it's fine, I don't choose." Jemini spread his hands.

Professor Flitwick turned angrily and went to chat with Professor Sprout...

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Jemini: Why do people always say that Hermione is the heroine? Do I seem like such an easily satisfied person? I am the common property of beautiful women! In addition, whoever gives a reward to the author, votes for a monthly ticket recommendation vote or something, then the goods year will not be able to pass...