Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

"Looks like you're kinder than I thought."

A few minutes later, Jemini was eating when Hermione sat beside him with a heavy textbook.

Jemini picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then said slowly: "For a man, especially me, kindness is an insulting word."

"Why?" Hermione frowned, her face full of puzzlement.

"If there is a girl who is not very good-looking and has no talent at the same time, if she confesses to me, how do you think I will reject her?" Jemini asked.

Hermione shook her head, somewhat confused.

"I would say, you're a good girl with a good heart, but we're not a good fit."

Hearing this, Hermione giggled immediately, the little girl's film was like a tumbler, laughing forward and back.

Jemini spread out his hands innocently: "You can't let me tell her with my conscience: Actually, you are very good-looking, right? I've never been good at lying."

"Bah!" Hermione spat softly, "You just like to look good."

Jemini shook his head: "I don't deny this, everyone has a love for beauty, and I don't simply like good-looking ones. Temperament, knowledge, and abilities are also very important. Good-looking skins are the same and interesting. One in ten thousand souls."

"I'm not saying I hate that girl, I just don't think she deserves me." Jemini shook his head: "From a moral point of view, it's called self-love."

"Huh?" Hermione tilted her head noncommittally: "What do you think of Parvati? She looks pretty good."

"I don't like Indian girls."

Hermione opened her mouth in astonishment: "You are... racial... discriminatory?"

Jemini shook his head: "It's just for aesthetic reasons. In addition, I hate those superficial people who pay attention to their appearance."

"You just said you like good-looking ones." Hermione was a little puzzled.

Jemini nodded, spread out his hands, and said leisurely: "So, people will become what they once hated the most. This is a helpless thing on the road of growth."

The voice fell, and Hermione on the side laughed into a fluffy ball, her long fluffy hair swayed, and her shoulders shook.

Opposite Jemini, Draco looked at Hermione with disgust, his face full of discomfort, but since Jemini was sitting there and he seemed to have a good relationship with Hermione, it made it a little difficult for him to speak.

There were plenty of people like this on the long Slytherin table, Gryffindor and Slytherin students had always been enemies, not to mention Hermione was Muggle-born.

Hermione also seemed to feel the bad eyes from all around, and didn't talk too much with Jemini, and quickly left in a hurry.

"Are you on good terms with her?" Draco looked at Jemini with a puzzled face.

"It's not bad, it's a friend." Jemini nodded and continued to eat lunch: "You seem to have a great opinion of her?"

Draco looked at Jemini in disbelief: "She's a low-level wizard from Muggle, why should she be your friend? And look at her, she looks like a fox."

"That's an interesting statement..."

Jemini ate the last piece of baked potato on the plate, wiped his mouth in a good way, then put his chin on his hands, propped up his handsome cheeks, and said with a light smile, "You who call yourself a high-ranking person are talking about the best. Dirty words."

Draco's face stiffened, but he didn't dare to refute.

"Since I knew the concept of pure blood in the wizarding world, I had a question." Jemini asked: "How was the first wizard born?"

"After that, I checked the relevant information, and I also asked old Tom at the Leaky Cauldron. There are many theories about the origin of the wizard, but there are only a few."

"First,

The offspring of Muggles and magical creatures inherit a certain amount of magic. For example, isn't it common for mixed-blood veelas now? Second, simply stand out from Muggles and awaken the magic. Third, suddenly appeared in the world. "

Jemini said, sneered, ignoring Draco's pale face, spread his hands and continued: "Let's take the third type as well-documented information, and don't discuss whether these ancestor wizards are pure or not. The problem of blood, but even so, another problem cannot be avoided."

"In the beginning, people with magical talents were very rare, and a tribe, group, or society, if it wants to grow, it can't avoid attracting foreign populations. Then the problem is coming, Mr. Malfoy."

Jemini asked with a smile, "Where does the population come from?"

Malfoy sat blankly on the stool. He never thought about this kind of problem. In his education, he was pure blood, and he was born noble and superior to other wizards.

Jemini did not continue to discuss this topic. Values ​​are mainly based on self-knowledge, and it is useless to say too much.

"Since you are so proud of your bloodline, how about we make a bet?"

"What?" Draco asked.

"Just bet on our grade's final exam this year." Jemini laughed. "I bet no one in Slytherin has a higher total score than Miss Granger. Of course, I'm not included, how about that?"

Draco's face flushed suddenly, he felt humiliated by Jemini: "What about the bet?"

One thing to say, Draco is very smart, with good magical talent and achievements, and he doesn't think he will lose to a Muggle-born girl.

"Well... it's too high and you may not be able to afford it, but it's too low and it humiliates your Malfoy family name..." Jemini thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and the fifty gold glittering Galleon beep La La landed on the long table in front of him, and immediately attracted a large number of eyes from all around.

"How about fifty Galleons?" Jemini asked with a smile.

Fifty Galleons, this is not a small amount. The top is the income of the bottom-level workers in the wizarding world for a month. Even with the financial resources of the Malfoy family, this is equivalent to Malfoy's pocket money for more than a month.

"I bet!" Almost without hesitation, Draco accepted the bet.

The movement of the two attracted the attention of other students in the auditorium. Soon, the bet spread in the school, causing a lot of noise.

"How can you gamble?"

After a while, Hermione found Jemini again and asked angrily: "It's still fifty Galleons, you have only exchanged five hundred Galleons in total, with such a trick, you will soon become A pauper, what will you do in the next few years?"

"I thought you were unhappy because I got you involved. I'm sorry I didn't tell you in advance."

Jemini smiled mildly: "Thank you very much for your concern, but don't worry about the money issue, I still have more than 700,000 pounds in my deposit, and even if the Galleons in my hand are spent, I can continue to pay them next year. "

"Seven hundred thousand pounds?" Hermione opened her mouth in astonishment. "Where did you get so much money?"

"Earn from doing business." Jemini said succinctly: "So to apologize, if I win the bet, then the won Galleon will be given to you."

Hermione hurriedly waved her hand: "You trust me so much, it's too late for me to thank you, and..."

Unconsciously bowing her head, Hermione's little face was flushed: "I heard that you bet against him because he spoke ill of me, thank you."

The voice fell, and Hermione quickly turned around and ran away.

Jemini looked at Hermione's back and smiled gently: "I'm just stating a fact."