Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

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"Professor, let's fight again."

In the headmaster's room, Jemini, dressed in a white robe, spoke to Dumbledore again.

The headmaster's room was quiet. Behind the desk, Dumbledore looked at Jemini with a complicated expression.

"Seriously, I can't understand it a bit, what's with the eyes on your forehead?"

Dumbledore's voice was calm: "Although I know that you disdain to do some dangerous magical experiments like Voldemort and make yourself invisible, but Jemini, I do worry a little about you, what you give me now It feels dangerous..."

Having said that, Dumbledore paused and emphasized again: "It's very dangerous, I'm terrified when I see you."

"This proves that your perception is sharp, but I did not conduct any dangerous magic experiments." Jemini said mildly.

Dumbledore thought for a while, and asked in jerky Chinese, "Hanging?"

"That's right, like I said before, hang up."

"Understood." Dumbledore said: "Then please forgive me for rejecting your duel request."

"Why?" Jemini was puzzled.

"It's meaningless, child." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "Whether it's magic, whatever means, strong is strong, there is no need to insist on competing with me in magic, you have already surpassed me."

"And I'm so old, if I can, I want to die decently, instead of being accidentally kicked to death by a student—" Dumbledore winked honestly.

"Okay." Jemini nodded: "Then I want to take a two-month leave."

"Yes." Dumbledore readily agreed: "After all, there is nothing to teach you in school, but I hope you come back before the last game, for the honor of Hogwarts."

"Okay." Jemini nodded, hesitated for a while, and said again, "I'm leaving soon."

There was silence in the headmaster's room, Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at Jemini for a while: "You mean..."

"Get out of this world.

Jemini said: "You may not believe it when you say it. In fact, I'm not from this world. I came from another world. It's a bit like reincarnation..."

"I believe." Dumbledore nodded. "So—are you going back?"

"No, it's to go to a wider and more interesting world." Jemini shrugged: "So you don't want to go see it?"

Dumbledore laughed: "If I were a few decades younger, of course I would have to see it."

"Longevity is just a small matter."

"Yeah, of course I do, but I think... it's enough for me to know such interesting things before I die, boy."

Dumbledore winked slyly: "I've lived long enough, although I personally think I'm still young, but that's it, that's enough."

Jemini was silent for a while, then nodded happily: "Okay, if you insist."

"Can I ask you a question?" Dumbledore asked cheerfully. "How old were you before? An old man?"

Jemini's face darkened: "Just turned twenty..."

"Really? It's good to say that you have never experienced vicissitudes and aging." Dumbledore said kindly: "I hope you will always be young, child."

"Thank you." The corners of Jemini's mouth twitched as he turned and left the principal's room.

In the next two months, Jemini temporarily put down the sale of Firebolts and began to search for various magical animals around the world.

All kinds of magical animals were taken into the starting ball space by him. Of course, in order to stabilize the ecological chain, he also brought in a large number of domestic animals and ordinary animals, as well as using the ability of wood escape, to plant all kinds of plants in the starting ball space.

After two months of unremitting efforts, the ecological environment in the initial ball space has gradually stabilized, and a small ecological chain has initially formed.

Finally, with the final game approaching, Jemini returned to Hogwarts on the morning of the game.

At this time, his strength has stabilized, the reincarnation writing wheel eye on his forehead has also been hidden by him, and the clothes on his body have also become a black cloak, except for the overflowing sense of oppression, which is the same as before There seems to be no difference.

"Very good, Mr. Fox, you are finally back." Professor McGonagall walked over as soon as he saw Jemini: "The warriors gathered in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast."

"Didn't the game start at night?" Jemini asked in surprise, "Am I remembering wrong?"

"I know that the relatives of the Warriors were invited to watch the final, you can meet." Professor McGonagall said.

"Relatives?" Jemini raised his eyebrows. He suspected that Professor McGonagall was deliberately trying to find fault.

Professor McGonagall walked away, and she walked up to Harry, who seemed to say the same thing, who also looked suspicious of life.

However, Jemini still went to the conference room. As soon as he entered the conference room, Jemini couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Father? Why are you here?"

"You're back, boy." Father Drunk looked drunk. "These heretics—"

"We also celebrate Christmas!" Professor McGonagall, who followed Jemini into the room, couldn't help reminding.

The drunk priest was silent for a while: "Here!"

Professor McGonagall shook his hand, looking like he was about to get his wand.

"Anyway, someone told me that you have an important game today, and asked me if I wanted to come and see you, and I'll come." The priest patted Jemini's shoulder with a big hand: "But it looks like you're doing well. not bad."

Jemini smiled.

It was Mrs Weasley and Bill who came to see Harry, and the two of them were asking Harry how far he and Ginny had grown, and Harry seemed to be trying to find a hole to crawl into.

Everyone spent the morning and returned to the castle for lunch. Adria, Hermione, and Shirley hurried up to greet the alcoholic priest.

"Oh, hello, children." The priest looked at the three girls cheerfully, and then looked at Jemini: "You don't seem to have an ordinary relationship."

"Yeah, very unusual." Jemini shrugged: "I hope you won't scold me."

"Why should I scold you?" The priest wondered.

"Because... the Lord does not allow this kind of behavior?"

"Ohgod..." The priest sighed: "If I had the ability like you when I was young, who would believe in the Lord?"

Jemini: "..."

"In addition...Miss Gray..." The priest looked at Shirley: "The lady named Charlotte at the time..."

"It's my sister."

"So she cast a spell on me, right? It took me two days to realize that Jemini was picked up." The priest muttered.

Shirley blushed, and Adria's face turned black.

The crowd accompanied the priest to visit inside and outside the castle for a long time. The priest who watched it was amazed, and from time to time he exclaimed the magic of magic, whether he had to mumble another heresy, and spent an afternoon.

Although a Muggle, the priest enjoys the highest respect from the wizarding world.

The dinner that day was much richer than usual. With Jemini helping pour the wine, the priest was almost unable to stand up after the meal.

Finally, when the enchanted ceiling changed from blue to dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up behind the bench, and the hall fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite you to the Quidditch pitch for the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, please come to the field with Mr. Bagman, the Warriors."

Jemini stood up, the students applauded, the priest drunkenly clapped his hands and wished him good luck, and then, with everyone watching, several warriors walked out of the auditorium together.

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