Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

At the back of the letter was a checklist of all the things Jemini would need to go to school.

There is no doubt that this is a very formal letter of acceptance from Hogwarts.

On such a calm morning, in such a calm way, without drama, appeared in front of him.

Stuffing the letter back into the envelope, Jemini fell back on the lawn, looking like he was doing nothing.

He knew that from now on, he just had to wait.

Hogwarts couldn't just send an owl to inform him of his admission, and probably had to send an older catgirl.

As for whether to go to Hogwarts or not, there is no need to be pretentious. You should go or not. Anyway, 80% of the time this kind of thing is not something he can't go if he doesn't want to go.

"Hey Jemini, do you still have a slingshot?"

Jemini was wandering around the world when he heard a voice ringing in his ear.

Turning his head lazily, a burly boy appeared in his sight, looking down at him.

The boy's name is Filet, which is the same name as steak. It is Jemini's leek, but it is not a high-quality leek.

"If you want a slingshot, if you want it, how about a pound and twenty pence?" Jemini lay on the ground without any intention of getting up.

"I made a new friend recently. He is very good at playing. He will go to Smelting Middle School in the future. You should go there too, Jemini?" Filihu looked at Jemini with a face: "After that It will be our territory, you should know something."

"Huh?" Jemini finally sat up and looked at Fei Li with gentle eyes: "I hear what you mean... You don't want to pay?"

"Hmm~" Fei Li snorted with his arms crossed, as if he had achieved the evolution of the level of life, with an arrogant look.

Jemini sighed leisurely and shrugged helplessly: "If that's the case, then come with me."

I took Feili all the way to a small, secluded and quiet garden in the suburbs. The small garden seemed to have not been taken care of for a while, and the grass and trees were growing very lushly.

Fei Li looked around, greedy light flashed in his small glasses: "Did you just hide everything here?"

"That's not true. It's just that I just discovered such a place a few days ago. The owner of the garden seems to be busy with work and doesn't come often, so I occasionally come here to take a nap or something."

Jemini turned around and looked at Fei Li with a smile, a metal baseball bat appeared in his hand at some point: "You know, not everyone has the money to buy my goods, so some people will hit something bad. idea."

"Have you ever wondered why other people don't come and snatch my things?"

"What do you mean?" Fei Li's face turned pale, and he had a bad premonition.

"Mr. Phil Wilson, this isn't for hiding things, it's for hiding people."

With a mild smile still on his face, Jemini walked towards the pale-faced Felix with the club in hand.

Screams rang out in the small garden, but due to the suburban location, the screams didn't attract anyone's attention.

A few minutes later, Felix lay on the ground like a dead pig, crying, and Jemini sat on Feili, happily counting the pocket money he exploited from Feili.

"Two pounds and tenpence, is it still a lot of money?" Jemini smiled and put the money into his arms, stood up, and kicked the bruised Fili.

"What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Jemini followed the voice and looked, a little girl was standing under an old tree, pinching her waist and glaring at herself.

The little girl looked about the same age as Jemini, with tousled brown hair, and her front teeth looked a bit big. Only her small face could still be considered fair and beautiful.

"I'm... Is there anything that bothers you?" Jemini asked gently.

"Of course, this is my family's garden. You are breaking into the house without permission. Also, if I read it correctly, you should be beating that little fat man, which is against the law."

The little girl rolled her eyes and spoke in a straight-forward manner, not weak at all.

"That's really disturbing, I'm very sorry, I'll go right now." Jemini didn't intend to argue with her, grabbed one of Fili's legs, turned around and left.

"Wait, you can't go." The little girl stopped in front of Jemini aggressively: "I think you should apologize to him. It's wrong to hit someone."

Jemini smiled politely: "My name is Lyle, what's your name?"

"Hermione Granger."

"It's an honor to meet you, Miss Granger." Jemini laughed, a familiar name, but nothing to do with him.

"I can swear to you that it wasn't me that caused this."

"But you still hit him." Hermione frowned and glanced at Fili: "And hit him badly."

"I've always been very measured."

"That means you've done this kind of thing more than once."

"Life always needs a little spice." Jeremy shrugged.

"Even if you say so, but it happened in my garden, I can't pretend I didn't see it." Hermione looked serious: "Once you hit him, our family will be held responsible, I must Tell my parents."

"In that case..." Jenny sighed leisurely, "Well then, I'll wait for you here."

"Don't try to lie to me, if I turn around and leave, you will definitely run away, right?" Hermione didn't believe his nonsense, and looked at Jemini with alert eyes.

Jemini raised three fingers with a serious face: "I swear in Lyle's name, if I run away, Lyle will not die."

Listening to his words, Hermione always felt that something was weird, but she couldn't say it, but she had already made such a poisonous oath, and she couldn't say anything else, so she left in a hurry to find her parents.

As soon as Hermione left, Jemini turned around and dragged Fili, who was crying, and left.

Lyle's not dead... What's up with me, Jemini?

A few minutes later, Hermione brought her parents to the small garden, looking at the deserted surroundings, the little girl was trembling and chilling with anger.

On the other side, Feili who was crying and chirping was left on the side of the road, and Jemini walked towards the orphanage in a refreshing state of mind.

...

"This... Professor McGonagall, do you mean that you want to train a wizard in the Lord's orphanage?"

Holy Cross Welfare Institute, in the Dean's Office.

The dean of the priest had a rosy nose and looked at the figure opposite the desk with bad eyes.

It was a black-haired woman in an emerald green woolen coat. Judging from her appearance, she was at least in her fifties, but she did not have a hint of twilight. She looked energetic and black. His hair was meticulously tucked behind his head, and he confronted the abbot with a serious expression.

"This is the most suitable future for him. A child of his age is at the time of the fastest growth in magic power. If it is not cultivated and guided, there will be serious hidden dangers."

"Did anyone tell you that you look like a third-rate liar? You heretical!" The dean of the priest looked at Professor McGonagall aggressively.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath. She had experienced this situation many times before, and she would not be angry about it.

Silently, he took out his wand from his arms and shook it gently at the corner cabinet. The door of the cabinet opened immediately, and a few bottles of whisky flew out of the cabinet and landed on the dean's desk, neatly lined up. in a row.

"Has anyone told you that an alcoholic is not suitable to be the director of an orphanage, let alone a priest?"

The dean of the priest looked at the neat row of wine bottles in front of him and lost his voice.

"If I can, I want to meet the child first, okay?"