Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 57 Merry Christmas

  "AreyougoingtoScarboroughFair...

  Parsley, sage, rosemaryandthyme—

  Remembermetoonewholivesthere...

  Sheoncewasatrueloveofmine—”

   At 7:30 in the evening, when Dumbledore came to the Gryffindor lounge wearing a sorting hat, the banquet had already begun.

  Professor Flitwick directs a chorus of Ravenclaw's kitty hawks, Hagrid dances awkwardly with Professor McGonagall, and Fred’s partner is George.

  The ethereal singing of the Ravenclaw girls echoed in the lounge, and Jemini hummed softly with them.

This song is called Scarborough Fair. It is a very old song in Britain. The lyrics can be traced back to the 13th century, and the song was born even earlier. It can be said that in the entire UK, except for dumbs and idiots, no one is alive. Can sing this song.

   Beyond Jemini’s expectation, not only Dumbledore, but even Snape came to the Christmas party.

  Although he was dragged over by Dumbledore, and he didn't seem very gregarious, he didn't seem to dislike the atmosphere. He was sitting alone eating pudding at this time.

   "Actually, I was thinking about a question a long time ago."

  The Sorting Hat was placed next to Jemini by Dumbledore, twisting the pleats to speak.

"what?"

  "Why do wizards spend Christmas?" The tip of the sorting hat was crooked: "Look, you are wizards. They used to be tied to pillars and burned to death by Muggles."

   "This is a good question." Jemini nodded, "Actually I don't understand it either."

  The Sorting Hat laughed: "I always think you are very smart, so I asked you. I asked Dumbledore this question, and he actually asked me: Is there any problem?"

  Jemini laughed, he could probably imagine Dumbledore's innocent dementia.

   "Actually, with my personality, it is difficult to understand why people believe in sects. Even if I stayed in the church-run orphanage for eleven years, I still don't understand. In the same way, my knowledge of the magical world is also very limited."

Jemini smiled gently: "But whether it’s a wizard or a Muggle, whether it’s a dark, yellow or white skin, whether it’s Eastern or Western, I want to spend the holidays with people close to me. It shouldn’t be any different..."

   "So I think that things like holidays should have nothing to do with faith."

   "Actually, I don't understand it very well. Although I understand what you mean, I am just a hat after all." The Sorting Hat said in a naive way.

   "Obviously you asked me if I was okay?" Jemini smiled helplessly.

   "I feel that you and Dumbledore are the same kind of people." The Sorting Hat mumbled.

   "Are you insulting me?"

  The Sorting Hat was shocked: "You heard all this?"

   "Professor Dumbledore, his head is not normal." Jemini said with his arms folded: "But I am different, I am not normal everywhere."

   "Actually, the abnormality of my body is not only my head."

Dumbledore’s tall figure appeared next to Gemini at some unknown time: "If you understand me carefully, you will find that my urinary system has also begun to be abnormal. I thought you had discovered it a long time ago. , Fox, after all I always meet you at night."

  Jemini's face darkened faintly: "Where did I find it? Don't say such misleading words, it sounds abnormal."

   "Then let's talk about you and Miss Welfare..."

  "Let’s discuss your urinary system!"

  Dumbledore smiled happily, and patted his thigh with the beat of the music, looking contented.

   "I thank you very much, Jemini."

"Ok?"

   "Actually, I saw my family in the Mirror of Eris." Dumbledore looked at the candle on the wall as if it would bloom in the next second.

"Oh." Jemini lazily leaned on the armrest of the soft chair. Adria sat aside, took off his shoes, hugged his legs in her arms, and rubbed soft fingers on his calves. Pinch.

  In the beginning, Jemini refused, as the saying goes-Gentle Township is the grave of heroes.

  And under Adria’s gentle and fiery offensive, Jemini himself is still dead. He wants to bury himself in the hero's grave...

  Humans, there is nothing wrong with living real.

  "Before this, I could see them in the mirror every year."

   "I'm really very sorry." Jemini whispered: "It's the hand of the mirror that moved first. It shines on me..."

  Dumbledore laughed at the words: "Sure enough...you are a very funny child, in fact I want to thank you."

"Although the mirror allows me to see my family again, as I said, it will only cause people pain." Dumbledore said as he picked out the bibido beans on the table. Pick and choose: "But the banquet can bring happiness to people."

   "Gemini are always the most free spirits, but in many cases, they are also very warm." Dumbledore's old face was full of kindness.

   Hearing this, Jemini spread his hands, and a small flame in his palm burned warmly, and it floated quietly on Jemini’s palm.

"The flame gives humans the warmth of perception, and the emotions give the warmth of the human heart..." Jemini stared at the small flame and muttered: "I have joy, anger, sorrow, and sorrow, but I still can't feel emotions. …"

  The fire light reflected on Jemini’s white cheeks, beating slightly.

   "But although there is no way to empathize, but it is not annoying."

Jemini smiled gently: "The first time I looked in the mirror was on the second night of school. I saw a lot of things, but not just wealth, honors and beauties... I didn’t know what I got at Hogwarts. What, but when I appeared in front of the Mirror of Eris again this afternoon, it became an ordinary mirror."

   "I must have got what I wanted most, although I didn't feel it." Jemini closed his palms.

  Dumbledore's gaze unconsciously glanced at Adriah.

   "It's not what you think, smelly old man..." Jemini's face went dark.

   "I haven't said anything yet."

   "You don't have to say anything!"

   "A friend is hard to find-you know me."

   "If I can, I hope I don't understand!"

  In the lounge, the party atmosphere is getting hotter.

  Professor Flitwick is playing the guitar. It is an electric guitar. Although there is no wire connected to it, the sound effect of the electric guitar pops up. It looks like the faucet of the broken kettle bar. I don’t know the principle.

  Professor Flitwick is rocking on the high platform where the table is set up.

  The twins danced happily below, unable to see whether they were shaking or rolling.

  Professor McGonagall scattered the meticulous hair bun of the past and danced fast-paced among the students. I don’t know when, all the teachers who were still in the school ran over.

  It seems that in this castle, no one can resist the temptation to party.

  "This is the happiest Christmas I have had in these years." Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be a little sparkling.

"Aha..." Jemini put on her shoes and took Adria's hand: "Let's go dance, I don't want to see the old man with the white beard crying by my side, can you dance Adria ?"

   "Naturally it will."

   "What a coincidence, I won't."

   "I teach you..."

  Jemini turned his head and glanced at Dumbledore: "Do you think of dancing too, professor?"

   "Ah... dance..." Dumbledore wiped the corner of his eye.

   "Merry Christmas everyone!"

"Merry Christmas!"

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  Jemini: "Happy New Year, everyone!"

  　Because of New Year's reasons, today is a little bit more 嘤嘤嗝~

  (End of this chapter)