Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 106 This thing is much easier to use than a magic wand

  After a while, next to the Black Lake.

  Jemini erected several targets by the vast black lake. He came to accompany Harry to test the gun.

   "Remember what I just said, three points and one line, holding the gun in one hand, supporting the bottom with the other, and bending the arm slightly."

  Boom!

  The gunshot sounded, and there was a bullet hole on the target not far away.

  Jemini applauded: "Yes, it seems that your talent for using a gun is not low, and you hit the target for the first time."

   "The wrist hurts a bit. This is what you said is low recoil?" Harry took a breath.

   "It's not a big problem." Jemini spread his hands: "You are only twelve years old. Practice your wrist strength. In a few years, you will be able to open the bow from side to side."

   "I want to try Barrett."

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

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

  Jemini said, taking out the matt black anti-equipment from the box, lifting it up with one hand in Harry's shocking eyes, loading the bullet, and aiming it at the bullseye.

  Boom—

The ground was swept up with a large amount of dust under this gun. Harry looked at Jemini with his eyes brightly. The thin and long body of the other party was holding the huge gun that was not proportional to the body. It perfectly interprets the aesthetics of violence IV. The meaning of the words.

  The target erected in the distance was torn apart by the jet of fire as soon as the gunfire sounded.

  "I can still use it as a pistol for the time being." Jemini nodded with satisfaction: "As for you, it's better to wait until the 14th Five-Year Plan before starting to try."

Westerners mature early. Although fifteen or sixteen-year-olds may not be as tall as adults, their physical fitness is almost the same as that of 18- to nine-year-old Asians. It has nothing to do with what they eat, they are simply different races. Differentiation caused by different developmental time.

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

"Depending on the situation, it would be useless if you charged with this thing face to face." Jemini laughed: "But if you take a cold shot at him through 800 meters, I promise, he will be stunned. !"

   Although Voldemort is strong, no matter how strong he is, he is just an ordinary man with magical powers. The speed of bullets can be much faster than his reflex nerves.

   "Bring me ten gallons of bullets again."

"as you wish!"

  Jemini readily accepted the deal.

   "I can also give you a little suggestion."

Jemini said, taking out a leather wristband: "This thing is an assassin's equipment, do you see this socket? Generally, there is a dagger or something inserted here, and the wand is inserted here and worn on the wrist. Because you don’t have to hold a magic wand to cast a spell, you can shoot at the same time as you cast a spell, so you have two ways of attacking. The opponent may be able to block your spell, but it will definitely not block your bullets. !"

  Harry looked more excited.

  Until a few hours later, when the sky dimmed, Ron found the two people by the Black Lake.

  "What are you doing? I heard the popping from all over here, are you setting off fireworks?"

   "Are you here, Ron?"

  Intoxicated by the dual power of guns and spells, Harry looked at Ron, holding two guns, his expression excited.

   "Listen to me, Ron, this thing is much easier to use than a magic wand!"

  Ron: "???"

  Until December, Harry was still immersed in the pleasure of hot weapons.

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

  Harry will now wear a Colt around his waist, and the wand is stuck in the cuff of the wrist. I don’t know why, he always feels like he can go to the world.

  But swelling was swelling, and Harry was not dazzled by this sense of power from outside objects.

  For example, he dare not say to Jemini: Let’s have a real match.

  He would also be afraid of Jemini while saying okay, okay, then turned around and took out a Gatling at himself...

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

  One night in December, Jemini heard Draco’s excitement as soon as he returned to the lounge.

"Ok?"

  Jemini tilted his head for the first time.

  In the original book, Lockhart played a duel club. It’s true, but it was because of the turmoil in the secret room. He took the opportunity to hype his own popularity. What is the reason for this time?

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

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

   "Although I don't know what I'm doing, let's check it out." Jemini nodded.

  Eight o'clock in the evening, in the school auditorium.

  The four long tables that had been placed there in the past disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along a wall, with hundreds of candles floating in the sky, casting bright lights.

  The ceiling became as dark as black velvet. Almost all the students in the school came. The bustling crowd surrounded the stage, and the students looked very excited.

   Seeing Jemini walking with Shirley and Adria, the students onlookers wisely stepped aside, allowing them to easily come to the stage.

  Perhaps because Jemini’s gentle gentleman’s appearance is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The students who gave way did not seem to be dissatisfied, but greeted Jemini enthusiastically.

  In contrast, on the other side Draco was squeezed around like a stinky shit. If Crabbe and Gore were not strong enough, he might have been stepped on the bottom of his feet by the students at this time.

   "Good evening Harry."

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

   "Good evening, Jemini." Harry said hello: "Do you know who is here to teach us?"

Next to Harry, Hermione looked at Jemini with a soft gaze: "I guess 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... it might be someone else who came to teach us.”

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

Before he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze. Lockhart stepped onto the stage in his sight. He was wearing a fuchsia robe and looked radiant, while the one walking beside him was not. The other person, it was Snape, who was still wearing 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 everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly: "Come around! Come around! Can everyone see me? Can they hear me? Great!"

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore allowed me, the little duel club of Kaiban, to fully train everyone, in case you need to defend yourself one day, and protect yourself in the way I have used countless times-for more details on this, Please see my published works!"

  (End of this chapter)