Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

After a while, by the Black Lake.

Jemini erected several targets by the vast Black Lake, and he came to accompany Harry to test the gun.

"Remember what I just said, three o'clock and one line, hold the gun in one hand, hold the bottom with the other, and bend the arm slightly."

Bang!

The gunshots sounded, and a bullet hole was added to the target not far away.

Jemini applauded: "Yes, it seems that your talent with guns is not low, and you hit the target the first time."

"My wrist hurts a bit, is that what you mean by low recoil?" Harry took a breath.

"It's not a big problem." Jemini spread his hands: "You are only twelve years old, practice more wrist strength, and in a few years you will almost be able to draw left and right."

"I want to try Barrett."

Harry stared at the iron box beside his feet, which contained his M90.

"Well..." Jemini nodded: "You shouldn't be able to use it now, let me demonstrate it to you."

As Jemini said, he took out the matte black anti-equipment heavy sniper from the box. Under Harry's shocked gaze, he lifted it up with one hand, loaded it, and aimed it at the bullseye.

boom--

The ground was swept up by a large amount of dust under the gun. Harry looked at Jemini with bright eyes. The other party's thin and long body was holding the huge gun that was not proportional to the body, which perfectly interprets the four aesthetics of violence. the meaning of the words.

The target erected in the distance was torn apart by the jet of fire the moment the gunshot rang out.

"I can still use it as a pistol for the time being." Jemini nodded with satisfaction: "As for you, it's best to wait until the fourteenth or fifth time before trying it."

Westerners mature early. Although fifteen or sixteen-year-olds may not be as tall as adults, their physical fitness is similar to that of eighteen- or nineteen-year-old Asians. It has nothing to do with what they eat. Differences due to different developmental times.

"Can this thing really help me defeat Voldemort?" Harry looked at Barrett in Jemini's hands obsessively.

"Depending on the situation, it's useless if you charge with this thing face to face." Jemini laughed: "But if you shoot him with a cold shot from 800 meters away, I guarantee that he will be dazed. !"

Although Voldemort is strong, no matter how strong he is, he is just an ordinary person with magical power, and the speed of bullets is much faster than his reflex nerves.

"Give me ten Galleons more bullets."

"as you wish!"

Jemini readily accepted the deal.

"I can also give you a small suggestion."

Jemini said, and took out a leather wristband: "This thing is an assassin's equipment, do you see this socket? Usually a short sword, dagger or something is inserted here, and a wand is inserted here and worn on the wrist, Because you don't have to hold the wand to cast a spell, you can shoot while casting a spell, so you have two ways of attacking, the opponent may be able to block your spell, but definitely not your bullet !"

Harry's face looked even more excited.

It wasn't until a few hours later that the sky was getting dark, and Ron found the two people by the black lake.

"What are you doing? I heard the beeping here all the way. Are you setting off fireworks?"

"You're here, Ron?"

Harry, who was intoxicated by the dual power of guns and spells, looked at Ron, holding two guns, his face excited.

"Listen to me, Ron, this thing is so much better than a wand!"

Ron: "???"

Until December, Harry could not extricate himself from the thrill of hot weapons.

Although he still loves Defence Against the Dark Arts, the feeling of blood boiling when the gunfire roars makes him equally intoxicated.

Harry now has a Colt pinned to his waist wherever he goes, with his wand tucked into the cuff of his wrist, for some reason,

Now he always has a feeling that the world can go.

However, the expansion returned to expansion, and Harry was not carried away by this sense of power from foreign objects.

For example, he didn't dare to say to Jemini: Let's have a real game.

He would also be afraid that Jemini would say ok ok, then turn around and pull out a Gatling at him...

"Have you heard, Jemini, the school is going to hold a duel club!"

One night in December, Jemini had just returned to the lounge when he heard Draco's excited voice.

"Um?"

Jemini tilted his head for the first time.

In the original book, Lockhart was right in the dueling club, but that was because of the back room scandal, and he took the opportunity to hype up his popularity. What was the reason for this time?

Knowing that Dumbledore is already suspicious of him, does this guy dare to dance like this?

Draco looked at Jemini with a look of incomprehension and explained, "At eight o'clock tonight, in the school hall."

"Although I don't know what I'm doing, let's go and have a look." Jemini nodded.

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the school auditorium.

The four long tables that used to be there disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, brightly lit by hundreds of candles floating above.

The ceiling became as dark as black velvet, and almost all the students of the school came. The bustling crowd gathered around the stage, and the students all looked excited.

Seeing Jemini come with Shirley and Adria, the onlookers wisely made way out of the way, allowing them to easily come to the stage.

Perhaps because Jemini's gentlemanly appearance was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, these students who gave way did not look dissatisfied on their faces, but greeted Jemini warmly.

In contrast, Draco on the other side was shoved by the crowd like a piece of stinky shit. If Crabbe and Goyle were not strong enough, he might have been trampled on by the students at this time.

"Good evening Harry."

Coming to the stage, Jemini saw Harry and a group of people gathered around there.

"Good evening, Jemini." Harry greeted. "Do you know who's here to teach us?"

Beside Harry, Hermione looked at Jemini softly: "I guess it's Professor Flitwick. I heard that he was a duel champion when he was young."

"In fact, even now, Professor Flitwick's ability is enough to win the position of the duel champion." Jemini nodded: "But I guess... Maybe someone else will teach us."

Harry smiled. "Ha... as long as it's not—"

Before he could finish speaking, the smile on his face froze. In his sight, Lockhart stepped onto the stage. He was wearing a fuchsia robe and looked radiant, while the one walking beside him was not The other one was Snape, still in his usual black robe.

Jemini's eyes fell on Lockhart's face and his eyes narrowed slightly.

So what is this guy thinking?

Lockhart waved for everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly, "Come around! Come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!"

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me, the little dueling club of Keban, to train everyone well, in case you need to defend yourself one day, to protect yourself in the way I have used countless times - for details on this , please see my published works!"