Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 77 Apology and the second dinner

  "It is a very rude behavior to take possession of others without their permission, Mr. McLagen."

  Jemini whispered.

Patrick was stunned for a while, his face gradually becoming hard to look at. He stood up, his tall figure slammed in front of Jemini, and looked down at Jemini from a high position: "Boy, who do you think you are? It's just a good luck from three heads. The dog's mouth survived..."

   "Yeah, can you?" Jemini smiled gently.

  Patrick stopped for a moment, and then he sneered: "Ha...I can see it, you are the one who wants to be a mysterious person? I don't know how high the sky is..."

   "McLagen!" Slughorn interrupted Patrick's words with a sudden anger.

  But Slughorn was still a little slower. The onlookers had heard Patrick's words, and they looked at Gemini with a hint of anxiety.

  This is not a funny joke, in fact, this kind of anxiety has always existed before.

  Because of Rita Skeeter’s previous article, people in the magical world have always had an ambiguous view of Jemini, favored and rejected.

  But everyone is very clear that if what is reported in the newspaper is true, then Jemini has the talent and ability to become the Dark Lord. The crux of the problem lies in how he chooses the future.

   "I intend to isolate me through people's fears... It seems that you still don't realize your own problems." Gemini sighed and interrupted him, holding the wine glass and leaning against the round table.

“It’s the nature of the weak to seek shelter from the strong, and it’s a female instinct to seek a strong spouse, Mr. McLagen.” Jemini said gently, “So in fact, the reason why you were rejected by Charlotte is just Because of being weak."

   "And judging from our conversation just now, you are weak and stupid that ordinary people can't match."

  Looking at Patrick's blushing face, Jemini made a polite stroke.

   "The weak can be saved, but stupidity is really not saved."

When the words fell, Patrick’s hair on his forehead stood up, and his face was flushed. The whole figure looked like an angry lion. He drew his wand and pointed it at Jemini with a grim expression: "Humble little bastard, who will give Are you brave enough to talk to me like this?"

  The crowd suddenly rioted.

   "Dare you!" Charlotte screamed and pulled out her wand.

  "Stop! You are not allowed to attack the students! McLagen!" Professor Flitwick also pulled out his wand and pointed at Patrick in an instant.

However, before the two of them could react, a silver half-moon glow flashed between the two of Jemini, and then, a dazzling blood shot up into the sky, and an arm holding a magic wand swirled and flew up. Smashed into the soup bowl on the table.

  The red soup was splashed everywhere, and a palm was softly pulled on the side of the soup basin, looking very crippled.

  Jemini was holding a wine glass in one hand and a dagger in the other hand. Red blood dripped slowly along the tip of the sword. Patrick's face was pale, and the picture seemed to freeze.

It took about three seconds before Patrick's screams rang, and he fell to the ground trembling, clutching his **** right shoulder and howling, his body twitching constantly because of the intense pain, no more. The calmness.

  The surrounding crowd screamed again and again, and hurriedly retreated, giving up a large vacant lot.

   "You are right, Mr. McLagen. Who gave you the courage to... talk to me like this?"

  Black leather shoes stepped on Patrick's open mouth, and Jemini met Patrick's horrified gaze and smiled gently.

  "Professor Snape said before that when a wizard draws his wand and aims at an enemy, he must first prepare for death, whether it is the enemy or his own. Only in this way can he fight with all his strength without distraction."

  The hazy moonlight shone from the sky and enveloped Jemini, who stepped on Patrick’s head, leaned down slightly, and held a sword flower in his hand, the tip of the sword lightly touched Patrick’s chest.

   "Since you drew your wand to me, then...Mr. McLagen, are you ready for death?"

  Huge power stepped on Patrick's head. He didn't even have the strength to flick his head. There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and his eyes looked at Gemini's face that was full of shadows because of the lowered head.

"Enough! Enough for Jemini!" Professor Flitwick ran to Jemini in small steps, pulling Jemini's sleeves vigorously: "Don't be blinded by anger, Deng Bu Lido wouldn't want to see you like this."

  Jemini pursed his mouth, then smiled: "Of course, kidding, how can I kill people at will? This sword is only because he is holding his wand at me."

  Professor Flitwick finally breathed a sigh of relief.

   Click--

   A crisp bone crack sounded, and Jemini kicked Patrick's jaw to pieces, and Patrick screamed again.

  "This kick is because he just scolded me."

  Professor Flitwick: "..."

The sudden accident caused a lively event to fall into discomfort. After Professor Flitwick took the poor Patrick to St. Mungo, only Gemini was left in Slughorn’s mansion. A few people and Slughorn.

  Even Lockhart, who was very dumbfounded, left with a dry smile.

  Although he likes to rub heat, he is not stupid enough to dare to rub heat, especially when Jemini just smiled with a long sword and asked him if he had any advice, Lockhart's heart almost popped out.

   "I'm really very sorry, sir." Jemini apologized to Slughorn with an apologetic face.

   "No, it's nothing really..." Slughorn's face was a little embarrassed: "Young people will inevitably be impulsive."

"Wrong is wrong professor. I failed your hospitality." Jemini said sincerely. "But as you said, young people will inevitably be impulsive. I think a bit more energetic, at least better than deep-hearted. some."

Slughorn looked better when he heard the words, and waved his hand.

"It's nothing. It's a virtue to be brave enough to admit mistakes. Who hasn't fought when he was young? When I was teaching, the students often made appointments at the pig's head bar and beat them to bloodshed. But this It's nothing, after all, it's because McClagan held his wand at you first."

Slughorn looked at Charlotte behind Gemini, then at Gemini, he hesitated, "Although it is offensive to say that, but I still want to ask, you know... After all, Miss Gray You have reached the age of marriage, are you more dependent on her?"

   "You want to ask...Why would I interfere with McLagen's confession?"

   "Uh... uh... yes." Slughorn nodded awkwardly.

  Charlotte turned her head slightly, but her ears were raised unconsciously. She was also curious about how Jemini would answer. If Jemini refused to answer, she would be disappointed.

"This question...Yes, I think most people should have this kind of question." Jemini thought for a while: "Whether it's Charlotte, Shirley or Adria, they have said that everything will be Dedicated to me, acting like a servant, I think to outsiders, it should be the same."

   “In fact, it’s okay if I have to say that. Although I haven’t asked for anything, to be honest, I haven’t refused, and I even enjoy their care.”

"But to me, they are not servants. In my eyes, we are equal. Whether it is personality or identity, I will not really treat them as my property. I think...this should also be you. Is it your concern?"

Slughorn smiled awkwardly.

  Jemini is right, he is more concerned about whether Gemini is like Voldemort, who treats his followers as servants without feelings.

   "But this is only from a moral perspective."

As Jemini spoke, the conversation turned, and he chuckled: "But from a personal point of view, Charlotte is my powerful assistant and meticulous sister. In the future, it may be my woman. In short, there is nothing in my life. As for the replacement part, Shirley and Adria are the same, so I have no plans to give them to anyone unless they ask for it themselves."

   "I won't." Charlotte said without even thinking about it, her face flushed.

  In contrast, in addition to excitement, Adria and Shirley are more of a matter of course.

   "You see, Professor." Jemini spread his hands.

  Slaghorn's face was dazed: "But this is not right, Jemini..."

"Yeah, I know this is wrong, but I don't plan to change it." Jemini nodded, as expected: "And what you just said, the courage to admit mistakes is a virtue, I don't Maybe the whole body is virtue, so there must be one or two shortcomings, right?"

   Slughorn looked straight at Jemini: "Yes...Is that so?"

  Jemini spread out his hands, looking innocent.

   "Okay..." The chubby old man nodded helplessly. The little guy in front of him was so eloquent that he couldn't find room for rebuttal for a while.

   "Actually, I am here today, there is one more thing I want to ask you..." Jemini said gently.

"Needless to say, I know what you want to say." Slughorn waved his hand cheerfully: "I'll help Miss Gray walk away, but don't expect too much. I haven't taught in these years. I am influential. It's a lot smaller, and more depends on Miss Gray herself."

   "That's enough." Jemini nodded slightly: "I am grateful."

  Slaghorn laughed, took out a bottle of mead, waved his wand, and poured it into a few cups: "I haven't enjoyed the banquet just now. If you don't mind, have a few more drinks with me?"

   "Of course, I haven't eaten enough." Jemini took the glass with a chuckle.

  "Then, I wish Miss Gray a successful campaign, cheers!"

   "Cheers!"

  In the second small dinner, Jemini ate more comfortably than the one just now.

The three-thousand-word chapter, let’s be regarded as one and a half. After staying at home for more than half a month, it’s hard to make a trip today. I trimmed my hair and dyed my hair brown, but I don’t know why, and there was a little redness. My friends ate a meal together and drank a few bottles of wine. After I came back, I saved the manuscript and wrote more than a thousand words. I was really sleepy, and I was afraid that there would be any problems with the writing. So I will take one for the time being, and it will be updated tomorrow. Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation, ask for a reward, ask for a collection.

  (End of this chapter)