Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 231 Heresy

   "Professor, let's fight again."

  In the principal's room, Jemini in a white robe said to Dumbledore again.

  The principal's room was quiet, and behind the desk, Dumbledore looked at Jemini with a complex expression.

   "Seriously, I can't understand, what's the matter with the eyes on your forehead?"

Dumbledore’s voice was calm: "Although I know that you disdain to engage in some dangerous magic experiments like Voldemort, and make yourself inhuman and inhuman, but Jemini, I do worry about you a little bit. You give it to me now. It feels dangerous..."

  Speaking, Dumbledore paused and emphasized again: "It's very dangerous. I'm scared when I look at you."

  "This proves that your perception is sharp, but I did not conduct any dangerous magic experiments." Jemini said gently.

  Dumbledore thought for a while, and asked in jerky Chinese: "Hanging?"

   "Yes, like I said before, hang on."

   "Understood." Dumbledore knew clearly: "Then please forgive me for rejecting your request for a duel."

   "Why?" Jemini was puzzled.

"It doesn't make sense anymore, child." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "Whether it is magic or any means, strong is strong. There is no need to be constrained to compete with me in magic. Beyond me."

   "And I'm so old, if I can, I want to die decently, instead of being accidentally kicked to death by the student—" Dumbledore blinked straightly.

   "Okay." Jemini nodded: "Then I want to take two months off."

   "Yes." Dumbledore readily agreed: "After all, there is nothing to teach you in school, but I hope you come back before the last game, for the honor of Hogwarts."

   "Okay." Jemini nodded, and after hesitating for a while, he spoke again: "I will leave soon."

  There was silence in the principal’s room, and Dumbledore stared at Jemini with his blue eyes for a while: "You mean..."

  "Leave this world." Jemini said: "You may not believe it, but I am not from this world. I came from another world, a bit like reincarnation..."

   "I believe it." Dumbledore nodded, "So—are you going back?"

   "No, it's going to a wider and more interesting world." Jemini shrugged: "So you don't want to go and see it?"

  Dumbledore laughed: “If I’m a few dozen years younger, of course I’m going to see it.”

   "Life span is just a small issue."

   "Yeah, of course I know, but I think... it’s enough for me to know this kind of interesting thing before I die, boy."

  Dumbledore blinked slyly: "I've lived long enough, although I personally think I'm still very young, but that's good, that's enough."

  Jemini was silent for a while, then nodded cheerfully: "Well, if you insist."

   "Can I ask you a question?" Dumbledore asked cheerfully, "How old were you before? Was it an old man?"

  Jemini's face turned black: "Just turned twenty..."

   "Really? So you have never experienced vicissitudes and aging, that's great." Dumbledore said kindly, "I hope you are always young, child."

   "Thank you." Jemini's mouth curled up and turned and left the principal's office.

  In the next two months, Jemini temporarily put aside the sale of firebolts and began to search for various magical animals around the world.

  All kinds of magical animals were collected by him into the starting ball space. Of course, in order to stabilize the ecological chain, he also brought in a large number of domestic animals and ordinary animals, as well as using the ability of wood to plant all kinds of plants in the starting ball space.

  With two months of unremitting efforts, the ecological environment in the starting ball space has gradually stabilized, and a small ecological chain has initially formed.

  Finally, the last game is approaching. On the morning of the game, Jemini returned to Hogwarts.

At this time, his strength has stabilized, the reincarnation writing wheel eye on his forehead has also been hidden by him, and the clothes on his body have also turned into a black cloak. It doesn't seem to make a difference anymore.

  "Very well, Mr. Fox, you are finally back." Professor McGonagall walked over as soon as he saw Jemini: "The warriors gathered in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast."

  "Didn't the game start at night?" Jemini was surprised: "Did I remember wrong?"

   "I know, relatives of the Warriors have been invited to watch the finals, you can meet each other." Professor McGonagall said.

  "Family?" Jemini raised his eyebrows. He suspected that Professor McGonagall was deliberately finding fault.

  Professor McGonagall walked away, she walked up to Harry, seeming to say the same thing, and Harry also looked suspicious of life.

  However, Jemini still went to the meeting room. As soon as he entered the meeting room, Jemini couldn't help but stare.

   "Priest? Why are you here?"

   "You can count back, boy." The drunk priest looked drunk: "These heretics—"

   "We also have Christmas!" Professor McGonagall, who entered the house with Jemini, couldn't help but reminded.

  The drunk priest was silent for a while: "Here!"

  Professor McGonagall shook his hand, looking like he was about to draw out a magic wand.

"In short, someone told me that you had a very important game today, and asked me if I want to come and see you, so I came." The priest patted Jemini's shoulder with a big hand: "But it looks like you are passing not bad."

  Jemini laughed.

  The people who came to see Harry were Mrs. Weasley and Bill. The two of them were asking Harry how far he and Ginny had developed. Harry seemed to want to find a way to get in.

  Everyone spent the morning, and returned to the castle for lunch. Adria, Hermione and Shirley hurriedly greeted them and greeted the drunk priest.

   "Oh, hello, children." The priest looked at the three girls cheerfully, and then looked at Jemini: "You guys seem to have an unusual relationship."

   "Yes, very unusual." Jemini shrugged, "I hope you won't scold me."

  "Why should I scold you?" The priest was puzzled.

   "Because... the Lord does not allow this behavior?"

   "Ohgod..." The priest sighed: "If I had the ability to do with you when I was young, who would still believe in the Lord?"

  Jemini: "..."

   "Also...Miss Gray..." The priest took a look at Shirley: "The lady named Charlotte back then..."

   "It's my sister."

   "So she cast the spell on me, right? It took me two days before I realized that Jemini was picked up." The priest murmured.

   Shirley blushed, and Adria's face turned dark.

  The crowd accompanied the priest to visit the castle inside and outside. The priest who saw him was amazed and exclaimed from time to time the magic of magic, is it necessary to mumble another heresy, killing the whole afternoon.

Although    is a Muggle, the priest enjoys the highest level of respect from the magical world.

  The dinner that day was much richer than usual. With Jemini helping to pour the wine, the priest was almost unable to stand up after the meal.

  Finally, when the enchanted ceiling changed from blue to dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up behind the staff seat, and the auditorium fell silent.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, I invite the Warriors to the sports field with Mr. Bagman."

  Jemini stood up, the students applauded, and the priest drunkly slapped him to wish him luck, and then under everyone's eyes, several warriors walked out of the auditorium together.

  　Today is the second more 嘤嘤嗝~

  (End of this chapter)