Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

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Over the next few days, Slytherin and Gryffindor returned to their former hostility, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong.

Unlike in the original book, perhaps because Jemini is a Slytherin, other academies did not reject Harry's participation too much.

Ron didn't get into trouble with Harry over this, maybe, but if Harry told him the truth, he would definitely support Harry firmly.

However, compared to the understanding of the Gryffindor lion cubs, Snape's attitude was undoubtedly terrifying.

He had said before that he would poison a student before Christmas, and let that student use his own antidote to detoxify.

In the cold and damp basement classroom, the crucibles were covered with mist, and Snape stood on the podium, looking around at the students below with cold eyes: "You should prepare your own formula now, I ask you to carefully. Boil, then, let's choose someone to try-"

Then, his eyes met Harry's in mid-air.

Of course Harry knew what was coming - Snape wanted to poison him.

Jemini saw it too, and Snape looked as if he was trying to drown Harry in a cauldron by grabbing his tousled hair.

On the other side, Harry, thinking that he might be drinking Snape's poison next, felt as if his internal organs were rolling. He wanted to stand up, rushed to the front of the classroom with the cauldron, and buckled the cauldron to Snape. On my greasy head—

The atmosphere in the classroom became more and more tense, and suddenly, a knock on the door broke the dull air.

The door was opened by a freckled little boy named Colin Creevey, Harry's little brother.

He dodged sideways into the classroom, gave Harry a wide smile, and walked to the podium.

"What's the matter?" Snape looked impatient. He was intoxicated by his own fantasy - Harry drowned in the cauldron.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm taking Harry Potter and Mr. Jemini Fox upstairs."

Snape looked at Colin Creevey coldly: "They have another hour of Potions class, and they'll go after class."

Poor looking frightened: "Sir,

Mr. Bagman wants them to go, all the warriors are going, I think they want to take pictures..."

"Very good, very good," snapped Snape. "Potter, leave your stuff here, I want you to come back later and try your antidote!"

"I'm sorry, sir - he has to take his stuff, all the warriors..."

"Very good! Potter, take your schoolbag and disappear before my eyes!" Snape was furious, and Harry and Colin both disappeared in the doorway.

Jemini: "..."

Just wait for me...

A few dodged and followed Harry and Colin took them to an old classroom. The desks in the classroom were pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large open space, but there were three desks side by side. Then, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

There were five chairs behind the table, and Ludo sat in one of them, chatting with Rita Skeeter.

Krum and Furong have arrived, Krum's gloomy face as always, Furong's arrogant face as always, a potbellied man holding a smoking black camera in his hand, secretly peeking at Furong from the corner of his eye.

Seeing the arrival of Jemini and the two, Bagman quickly stood up with a smile.

"Very well, everyone is here, all four warriors are here ... nothing to worry about, just the ceremony of testing the wand, the other referees will be here soon," Bagman said.

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in future events the wand is your most important weapon, with the specialist upstairs, with Dumbledore, and a few pictures. "

Bagman said, pointing to Rita Skeeter behind him: "Ms. Skeeter is writing a small article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet..."

"Maybe not so little, Ludo," said Rita Skeeter flatly, and then she bowed to Jemini: "Say hello, Master Fox."

"Good afternoon, Rita." Jemini smiled gently.

I have to say that Rita Skeeter is a very smart woman. Since she was pinched by Jemini, she has always been very measured in her words and actions.

Although she was dressed as ugly as ever.

"Can I have a few words with Harry before we start?" Rita asked, visibly curious about Harry: "You know, to add some color to the article."

"No problem!" Bagman said loudly: "That's--I wonder if Harry objected?"

Harry: "???"

"That's great!" Rita Quan, when Harry's dazedness was the default, pulled him into the broom next to him.

A few minutes later, Dumbledore led a group into the classroom, and Jemini saw Ollivander behind him.

"Where's Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

Jemini pointed to the broom room: "I was dragged in by Rita Skeeter. I don't know what the two of them are doing there."

"Oh heh..." Dumbledore happily walked towards the broom room: "I guess Harry won't be interested in Skeeter, of course, Skeeter can't say anything about Harry..."

He opened the door of the broom room.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter said loudly, and she stood up: "How are you? Have you read my article about the International Conference of Wizards this summer?"

"It's wonderful," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "I especially loved the part where you described me as a rigid old lunatic."

Rita Skeeter was not ashamed at all: "I just wanted to show that some of your views are a little off, Dumbledore, and many wizards out there—"

"I'd love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita." Dumbledore bowed gently: "But I'm afraid we'll have to talk about this later. The wand testing ceremony is about to begin. If one of our The warrior hides in the broom, and the ceremony cannot proceed."

Harry rushed out of the broom room, his face looking extremely ugly.

"I just accidentally saw it..." Jemini whispered with a smile: "The amazing green eyes were full of tears—"

Harry's face darkened.

"One hundred Galleons, you can delete it~"

Jemini's voice was like the devil's whisper.

Harry bowed his head, trembling all over, like a poor little girl being blackmailed.

"If you don't delete it, tomorrow, the wizarding world will know, Harry, you have tears in your eyes—"

"Then... please..."

His voice seemed to come out of his teeth.

While speaking, Dumbledore's group had already sat behind the table, and the wand detection ceremony was about to begin.

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