Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 2 Swearing in the name of Lyle

  There is a checklist at the end of the letter, which lists all the items Jemini needs to go to school.

  Undoubtedly, this is a very formal letter of acceptance from Hogwarts.

  In such a calm morning, in such a calm way, there is no drama in front of me.

   Tucked the letter back into the envelope, Jemini fell back on the lawn, looking like nothing to do.

  He knows that from now on, he just needs to wait.

  It is impossible for Hogwarts to send only an owl to notify him of enrollment. Most of the time, he has to send an older cat lady.

  As for whether or not to go to Hogwarts to go to school, there is no need to be hypocritical. It is still necessary to go. Anyway, this kind of thing is probably not something he can't do if he doesn't want to.

   "Hey, Jemini, do you still have a slingshot?"

  Jemini was wandering outside the sky when he heard a sound in his ear.

  Turning his head lazily, a strong boy appeared in his sight, looking at him condescendingly.

  The boy's name is Filet, and Steak is the same name. It is Jemini’s leeks, but it’s not a high-quality leeks.

   "If you want a slingshot, you still have it. If you are cheaper, how about a pound and twenty pence?" Jemini didn't mean to get up, so he just lay on the ground.

"I recently made a new friend. He is very good at playing. He will also go to Smeding Middle School in the future. You should go there too, Jemini?" Philip looked at Jemini, "After that It will be our turf, you should know something."

   "Huh?" Jemini finally sat up and looked at Fili with a gentle gaze: "What you mean...you don't want to pay?"

   "Huh huh~" Fei Li hugged his arms and snorted, as if he had realized the evolution of life level, with an arrogant look.

  Jemini sighed and shrugged helplessly: "In this case, then you come with me."

  Take Philip all the way to a secluded and quiet small garden in the suburbs. The small garden seems to have been left out for a while, and the vegetation is very lush.

  Fili looked around, greedy light gleaming in the little glasses: "Did you hide everything here?"

   "That's not the case, it's just that I just discovered such a place a few days ago. The owner of the garden seems to be busy with work and doesn't come often, so I occasionally come here to take a nap or something."

Jemini turned around and looked at Philip with a smile. A metal baseball bat appeared in his hand at some unknown time: "You know, not everyone has the money to buy my goods, so some people will play badly. Idea."

  "Have you ever thought, why don’t others come to grab my things?"

   "What do you mean?" Philip's face turned white, with a faint premonition.

   "Mr. Philip Wilson, this is not for hiding things, but for Tibetans."

   Still with a gentle smile on Jemini's face, he took the club and walked towards the pale-faced Philip.

  The screams sounded in the small garden, but due to the location in the suburbs, the screams did not attract anyone's attention.

  A few minutes later, Philip was lying on the ground like a dead pig, crying, Gemini sat on Philip, cheerfully counting the pocket money exploited from Philip.

   "Two pounds and ten pence, is it still a big money?" Gemini smiled and took the money into his arms, stood up and kicked Philip, who had a swollen nose.

   "What are you doing here?"

   Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Jemini followed the voice and looked at it. A little girl was standing under an old tree, pinching her waist and glaring at herself.

  The little girl looked about the same age as Jemini, with tousled brown hair, and her front teeth looked a bit big, only her small face was fair and beautiful.

   "I am... Is there anything that bothers you?" Jemini asked gently.

   "Of course, this is my garden. You are a private house, and if I read it right, you should be beating that little fat man. This is illegal."

  The little girl rolled her eyes, and said eloquently, her momentum was not weak at all.

   "That's really bothering you, I'm very sorry, I'm leaving now." Jemini didn't intend to argue with her, pulled one of Philip's legs, turned and left.

   "Wait, you can't go." The little girl stopped in front of Jemini aggressively: "I think you should apologize to him. It's wrong to hit someone."

  Jemini smiled politely: "My name is Lyle, what's your name?"

   "Hermione Granger."

   "It's an honor to see you, Miss Granger." Jemini laughed, a familiar name, but it had nothing to do with him.

   "I can swear to you, the cause of this incident is not mine."

   "But you still hit him." Hermione frowned and glanced at Philip: "And the hit was very serious."

   "I have always made a sense of action."

   "That means you have done this kind of thing more than once."

   "Life always needs a wonderful condiment." Jenimi shrugged.

"Even if you say that, it happened in my garden. I can't assume that I didn't see it." Hermione looked serious: "Once you type him into something wrong, our family will also be responsible. I must Tell my parents."

   "In that case..." Jennifer sighed, "Well then, I'll be waiting for you here."

   "Don't lie to me, if I turn around and leave, you will definitely run away?" Hermione didn't believe his nonsense, and looked at Gemini with guard.

   Jemini put up three fingers with a serious face: "In the name of Lyle, I swear that if I run, Lyle will not die."

  Hermione always felt something weird when he listened to him, but she couldn't say it, but she had already made such a poisonous oath, she couldn't say anything more, and hurriedly left to find her parents.

  As soon as Hermione left, Jemini turned around and pulled the crying Philip and left.

  Ryle is not dead...what's up with me, Jemini?

  A few minutes later, Hermione took her parents to the small garden and looked at the empty surroundings, the little girl shivered and chilled with anger.

  On the other side, throwing the crying Fei Li on the side of the road, Jemini walked towards the orphanage refreshedly.

  ...

  "This...Professor McGonagall, you mean, you want to cultivate a wizard in the Lord's orphanage?"

  Holy Cross Welfare Institute, inside the Dean’s Office.

  The dean of the priest wore a rosacea and looked at the figure on the opposite side of the desk with ugly eyes.

It was a black-haired woman in an emerald green woolen coat. Judging from her face alone, she would be at least over fifty years old, but she didn't have a trace of twilight. She looked healthy, black. His hair was meticulously twisted behind his head, and he confronted the priest dean with a serious expression.

  "This is the most suitable future for him. Children of his age are at the time when their magic power grows the fastest. If they are not cultivated and guided, they will definitely cause serious hidden dangers."

   "Did anyone tell you that you look like a third-rate liar? You heresy!" The priest dean looked at Professor McGonagall aggressively.

  Professor McGonagall took a deep breath. She has experienced this situation many times before, and she is not yet angry about it.

Silently took out his wand from his arms and shook it against the cabinet in the corner. The door of the cabinet opened immediately. A few bottles of whiskey flew out of the cabinet and landed on the priest’s desk, neatly arranged. Become a row.

   "Did anyone tell you that alcoholic is not suitable to be the dean of the orphanage, and even less suitable to be a priest?"

  Father dean looked at the neat row of wine bottles in front of him, and fell silent.

   "If I can, I want to see the child first, can I?"

  (End of this chapter)