Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair…

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme—

Remember me to one who lives there…

She once was a true love of mine—"

When Dumbledore arrived in the Gryffindor lounge at seven-thirty in the evening, wearing the Sorting Hat, the banquet had already begun.

Professor Flitwick conducts the chorus of Ravenclaw's eagles, Hagrid awkwardly dances with Professor McGonagall, and Fred's partner is George.

The ethereal songs of the Ravenclaw girls echoed in the lounge, and Jemini hummed along with them.

This song is called Scarborough Fair. It is a very old song in England. The lyrics can be traced back to the thirteenth century, and the song was born earlier. It can be said that in the whole of England, except for the dumb and the fool, no one does not will sing this song.

Contrary to Jemini's expectations, not only Dumbledore, but even Snape came to the Christmas party.

Although he was dragged over by Dumbledore, and he didn't seem very gregarious, he didn't seem to be disgusted with this atmosphere by looking at him. At this time, he was sitting alone eating pudding.

"Actually, I was thinking about a question a long time ago."

The Sorting Hat was placed beside Jemini by Dumbledore, and he said with a twist of the pleats.

"what?"

"Why do wizards spend Christmas?" The tip of the Sorting Hat was crooked. "Look, you are wizards. You were supposed to be tied to a post by Muggles and burned to death."

"That's a good question." Jemini nodded: "Actually, I don't understand either."

The Sorting Hat laughed: "I always thought you were very smart, that's why I asked you. I asked Dumbledore this question, but he actually asked me: Is there any problem?"

Jemini laughed, and he could probably imagine Dumbledore's innocent dementia-like appearance.

"Actually, with my personality, it's hard to understand why people believe in sects. Even if I stayed in a church-run orphanage for eleven years, I couldn't understand it. Similarly, my understanding of the magic world is very limited."

Jemini smiled gently: "But whether it's a wizard or a Muggle, whether it's black, yellow or white, whether it's eastern or western, I want to spend the holidays with those close to me. It shouldn't make any difference at all..."

"So I think that things like festivals should have nothing to do with religion."

"Actually, I don't quite understand it. Although I understand what you mean, I'm just a hat after all." The Sorting Hat said naively.

"It's obviously you who asked me, okay?" Jemini smiled helplessly.

"I feel like you and Dumbledore are the same kind of people," the Sorting Hat grumbled.

"Are you insulting me?"

The Sorting Hat was shocked: "You heard all this?"

"Professor Dumbledore's head is not normal." Jemini crossed his arms and said, "But I'm different, I'm not normal anywhere."

"Actually, it's not just my head that's abnormal in me."

Dumbledore's tall figure appeared beside Jemini at an unknown time: "If you get to know me carefully, you will find that my urinary system has actually begun to be abnormal, and I thought you had discovered it long ago. , Fox, after all I always run into you at night."

Jemini's face darkened slightly: "Where can I find out? Don't say such misleading words, it sounds so perverted."

"Then let's talk about you and Miss Welfare..."

"Let's talk about your urinary system!"

Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, and patted his thigh to the beat of the music,

A happy look.

"I thank you very much, Jemini."

"Um?"

"Actually, I saw my family in the Mirror of Erised." Dumbledore looked at the candle on the wall, as if the candle would bloom in the next second.

"Oh." Jemini leaned lazily on the armrest of the soft chair, Adria sat aside, took off his shoes, hugged his legs in his arms, and gently rubbed his tender fingers on his calves pinching.

At the beginning, Jemini refused, as the saying goes - Gentle Township is a hero's grave.

And under Adria's gentle and fiery offensive, Jemini himself is better off dead, and he wants to bury himself in the hero's grave...

Well, there is nothing wrong with living a real life.

"Before this, I could see them again in the mirror every year."

"I'm really sorry." Jemini said softly: "It was the mirror that moved first, it looked at me..."

Dumbledore laughed when he heard the words: "Sure enough... you are a very interesting child, in fact I want to thank you."

"While that mirror will allow me to see my family again, like I said, it will only bring misery to people," Dumbledore said, picking among the Bibido flavored beans on the table. Pick and choose: "But banquets bring joy."

"Geminis have always been the most detached elves, but many times, they are also very warm." Dumbledore's old face was full of kindness.

When Jemini heard the words, he spread his hands, and a small flame in his palm burned warmly, and it floated quietly above Jemini's palm.

"Flame gives human perception warmth, and emotion gives human inner warmth..." Jemini stared at the small flame and murmured, "I have joys and sorrows, but I still can't feel emotions. …”

The firelight reflected on Jemini's white cheeks, beating slightly.

"But although I can't empathize, I don't hate it."

Jemini smiled mildly: "The first time I looked in the mirror was on the second night of school, and I saw a lot, but not just wealth, honor and beauty... I didn't know I got it at Hogwarts. What, but when I reappeared in front of the Mirror of Erised this afternoon, it became an ordinary mirror."

"I must have gotten what I wanted most, even though I didn't feel it." Jemini closed his palms.

Dumbledore's gaze unconsciously glanced at Adria.

"It's not what you think, stinky old man..." Jemini's face darkened.

"I haven't said anything yet."

"You don't need to say anything!"

"Friends are hard to find—you know me."

"I hope I don't understand if I can!"

In the lounge, the party atmosphere became more and more hot.

Professor Flitwick was playing the guitar. It was an electric guitar. Although there was no wire connected to it, the sound of the electric guitar was playing, and it looked like a faucet in the Leaky Cauldron. I don't know why.

On the raised platform, Professor Flitwick was rocking.

The twins danced happily below, and it was impossible to tell whether they were shaking or rolling.

Professor McGonagall let go of her usual meticulous bun and danced a fast-paced dance among the students. At some point, all the teachers who were still in the school came running.

It seems that in this castle, no one can resist the temptation to party.

"This is the happiest Christmas I've had in all these years." The corners of Dumbledore's eyes seemed a little sparkling.

"Aha..." Jemini put on his shoes and took Adria's hand: "Let's go dance, I don't want to see the old white-bearded man crying beside me, can you dance, Adria? ?"

"Of course it will."

"What a coincidence, I wouldn't."

"I teach you..."

Jemini turned his head to look at Dumbledore: "Do you want to dance too, Professor?"

"Ah... dance..." Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Merry Christmas everyone!"

"Merry Christmas!"

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Jemini: "Happy New Year everyone!"