Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

"It's a very rude act to take action on someone else's property without their permission, Mr. McLaggen."

Jemini said softly.

Patrick was stunned for a while, and his face gradually became ugly. He stood up, and his tall figure was in front of Jemini, looking down at Jemini: "Boy, who do you think you are? It's just good luck from three heads. The dog's mouth survived..."

"Yeah, can you?" Jemini said with a gentle smile.

Patrick froze for a moment, and then he sneered: "Ha... I can see that, you are trying to make a mystery person? I don't know how high..."

"McLaggen!" Slughorn interrupted Patrick in a sudden fury.

But Slughorn was still a little slower, and the onlookers had heard Patrick's words, and looked at Jemini with a faint trace of unease.

It's not a funny joke, in fact, the unease has been there for a long time.

Because of Rita Skeeter's previous articles, people in the wizarding world have always had an ambiguous view of Jemini, favoring and rejecting.

But it was clear to everyone that if what was reported in the newspapers was true, then Jemini had the talent and ability to become the Dark Lord, and the crux of the matter was his choice for the future.

"I plan to use people's fears to isolate me... It seems that you still don't realize your own problems." Jemini sighed leisurely, interrupted him, and leaned against the round table with a glass of wine.

"It is the nature of the weak to seek the protection of the strong, and it is the instinct of women to pursue a strong spouse, Mr. McLaggen." Jemini spread his hands gently: "So to put it bluntly, the reason why you were rejected by Charlotte is just that because of weakness."

"And judging from the conversation we just had, you are weak and stupid that ordinary people can't match."

Looking at Patrick's bluish-red face, Jemini made a slap in the face.

"The weak can be saved, but stupidity is not saved."

When the voice fell, the hair on Patrick's forehead stood up, and his face was flushed. The whole figure was like a furious lion. He suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Jemini, with a grim expression: "Holy bastard, who will give How dare you talk to me like that?"

The crowd suddenly rioted.

"Dare you!" Charlotte screamed and drew her wand.

"Stop! You are not allowed to shoot at the students! McLaggen!" Professor Flitwick also drew his wand and pointed at Patrick in an instant.

However, before the two could react, a silver half-moon cold light flashed between the two of Jemini, and then, a dazzling blood light shot up into the sky, and an arm holding a wand swirled, smashed into the soup bowl on the table.

The red soup splashed everywhere, and one palm drooped softly beside the soup pot, looking very scary.

Jemini was holding a wine glass in one hand and a dagger in the other hand. The dark red blood slowly dripped down the tip of the sword. Patrick's face was pale, and the picture seemed to freeze.

About three seconds later, Patrick's screams rang out. He fell to the ground trembling all over, clutching his blood-gushing right shoulder and howling. His body kept twitching because of the severe pain. of composure.

The surrounding crowd screamed again and again, and hurriedly retreated, leaving a large open space.

"You're right, Mr. McLaggen. Who gave you the guts to... talk to me like that?"

The black leather shoes stepped on Patrick's wide open mouth, and Jemini smiled gently in the face of Patrick's terrified eyes.

"Professor Snape said before that when a wizard pulls out his wand and points it at the enemy, he must first prepare for death, whether it is the enemy's or his own. Only in this way can they fight with all their heart and mind.

"

The hazy moonlight shone from the sky and enveloped Jemini. Jemini stepped on Patrick's head, leaned down slightly, and held a sword flower in his hand. The tip of the sword lightly tapped Patrick's chest.

"Since you've drawn your wand at me, are you ready to die, Mr. McLaggen?"

A huge force stepped on Patrick's head, he didn't even have the strength to move his head, the tears in the corners of his eyes were uncontrollably, and he looked in horror at Jemini's face full of shadows because his head was lowered.

"Enough! Jemini is enough!" Professor Flitwick ran to Jemini's side with small steps, pulling on Jemini's sleeve: "Don't be blinded by anger, Dumbledore Lido wouldn't want to see you like this."

Jemini pursed his lips, then smiled: "Of course, just kidding, why would I kill someone at will? This sword is just because he pointed his wand at me."

Professor Flitwick finally breathed a sigh of relief.

click-

A crisp bone crack sounded, Jemini kicked Patrick's chin, and Patrick screamed again.

"This kick is because he just scolded me."

Professor Flitwick: "..."

A sudden accident turned what should have been a lively affair into an unhappy breakup. After Professor Flitwick took poor Patrick to St. Mungo, only Jemini was left in Slughorn's mansion. Several and Slughorn.

Even Lockhart, who had no wink, left with a dry smile.

Although he likes to be hot, he is not stupid enough to dare to be hot, especially when Jemini smiled and asked him if he had any advice just now with a long sword in hand, Lockhart's heart almost jumped out.

"I'm really sorry, sir." Jemini bowed his head apologetically to Slughorn.

"No, it's nothing..." Slughorn looked a little embarrassed. "Young people will inevitably be impulsive."

"Wrong is the wrong professor, I have failed your hospitality." Jemini said sincerely: "But as you said, young people will inevitably be impulsive, I think it is better to be vigorous, at least better than deep thinking. Some."

Slughorn heard the words, his face became better, and he waved his hand.

"It's nothing, it's a virtue to admit mistakes. Who hasn't had a fight when they're young? When I was teaching, students used to have fights at the Pig's Head Bar, and they beat their heads with blood, but that's not true. It's nothing, it's because McLaggen pointed his wand at you first."

Slughorn looked at Charlotte behind Jemini, then at Jemini, and hesitantly said, "Although it's a bit offensive to say that, I still want to ask, you know... After all, Miss Grey It's marriageable age, are you more dependent on her?"

"You mean...why would I interfere with McLaggen's confession?"

"Uh... um... yes." Slughorn nodded awkwardly.

Charlotte turned her head slightly, but her ears propped up unconsciously. She was also curious about how Jemini would answer. If Jemini refused to answer, she would be very disappointed.

"This question... Yes, I think most people should have this kind of question." Jemini thought for a while: "Whether it's Charlotte, Shirley or Adria, they have said that everything will be Dedicating it to me and acting like a servant, I think it should be similar to outsiders."

"In fact, it's not wrong to say that. Although I didn't ask for anything, to be honest, I didn't refuse, and I even enjoyed their care."

"But for me, they are not servants. In my eyes, we are equal. No matter in terms of personality or identity, I will not really regard them as my property. I think... This should also be yours. concerns?"

Slughorn smiled awkwardly.

Jemini is right, he cares more about whether Jemini treats his followers as servants without feeling like Voldemort.

"But that's only morally speaking."

As Jemini said, he changed the conversation and chuckled: "But from a personal point of view, Charlotte is my capable assistant, my meticulous sister, and may be my woman in the future, in short, there is nothing in my life. Part of the replacement, Shirley and Adria, too, so I'm not giving them up to anyone unless they ask for it themselves."

"I won't." Charlotte said without thinking, her face flushed.

In contrast, Adria and Shirley were more of a matter of course than excited.

"You see, Professor." Jemini spread her hands.

Slughorn looked bewildered. "But that's not right, Jemini..."

"Yeah, I know it's wrong, but I don't plan to change it." Jemini nodded, as he should: "And what you just said, the courage to admit mistakes is a virtue, I don't Maybe the whole body is full of virtues, but there must be one or two shortcomings, right?"

Slughorn looked straight at Jemini: "Is...is that so?"

Jemini spread out his hands, looking innocent.

"Okay..." The chubby old man nodded helplessly, the little guy in front of him was so articulate, he couldn't find any room to refute for a while.

"Actually, I'm here today, and there's one more thing I want to ask you..." Jemini said gently.

"Needless to say, I know what you want to say." Slughorn waved his hand cheerfully: "I will help Miss Grey get along, but don't hold your hopes too much, I haven't taught in all these years, and I have an influence. It’s a lot smaller, and more depends on Miss Gray herself.”

"That's enough." Jemini nodded slightly: "Thank you very much."

Slughorn laughed, took out a bottle of mead, waved his wand, and poured it into several glasses: "I haven't enjoyed the banquet just now. If you don't mind, how many more glasses can you accompany me?"

"Of course, I'm actually not full." Jemini chuckled and took the glass.

"Then, I wish Miss Grey a successful campaign, cheers!"

"cheers!"

In the second small dinner, Jemini ate more comfortably than the meal just now.