Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 61 Industry Chain

  Quiet principal's office, the slender-legged table is covered with strange-shaped silverware, and white mist is sprayed from time to time.

  On the metal shelf hanging high behind the door, Dumbledore’s Phoenix Fox was squatting there, squinting, looking curiously at the fiery red on the carpet.

  The red hair that was beating like flames moved slightly, and a large fluffy and soft tail flung away, revealing the body that had just been wrapped in the tail.

  Pointy ears, long and thin cheeks, a pair of narrow eyes opened slightly.

  That is a fox.

  The scientific name is called Firefox or Red Fox.

  It is Animagus after Jemini’s transformation.

  Fluffy red hair, slender black limbs, and a big fluffy tail fluttering behind him, Jemini watched Dumbledore open his mouth, revealing his teeth.

   "嘤嘤嘤!"

  Jemini: "???"

  Is the fox called that?

  "哕哕~"

   "Yeah!"

"YoYo--"

   tried to scream a few times, but Jemini found sadly that it seemed to be easier to scream.

  Dumbledore laughed after sitting at his desk: "It's so cute, Jemini, you will surely capture the hearts of many girls when you go out like this, and in terms of size, you are still a cub now."

  Jemini turned his head, and took a picture of the glass showcase next to where the Gryffindor sword was placed, probably seeing his appearance clearly.

  Seriously, it’s cute.

  In the next second, Jemini recalled his appearance and changed back to his body.

   "I thought you would get used to Animagus's state for a while, because most people would try more curiously." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "Is you dissatisfied with your Animagus?"

"No." Jemini shook his head: "It's just that the creature like fox smells too much. I don't allow a handsome and decent existence like me to have body odor on his body. Before I bought the deodorant, I didn't Will transform again."

  "Should I say you are confident or something..." Dumbledore was a little dumb: "Actually, I suggest you go to the Ministry of Magic to report..."

   "No." Jemini shook his head: "This is my life-saving method. Professor, you don't want your life-saving methods to be known to everyone, right?"

   "What else can I say?" Dumbledore shrugged, "If you must insist, you are not the only illegal Animagus anyway."

   "Okay, I have learned Animagus, you should teach me how to curse." Jemini smiled gently.

   "Furious? That evil black magic? Albus, how can you teach students that kind of spell, he is only a first-year student!"

  A portrait of a fat witch talking. The witch is gorgeously dressed and looks a bit rich. She is the only woman on the wall of the principal’s office, and she feels somewhat similar to Professor Sprout.

"You are right, Dairis." Phineas on the side said loudly, "But please don't forget that this is a first-year student who can use Animagus, and just now, he kicked it to pieces. Guard the beast's head!"

   "This is not a nature--" Dai Lisi looked a little angry: "That is black magic! And it is extremely dangerous and fierce!"

   "No one said that Hogwarts can't teach black magic, look at Durmstrand—"

  "Dermstrang only teaches some poisonous spells, but does not teach the extremely dangerous methods of fire curses. Even when I was alive, I never dared to use such spells."

   "Even if he doesn't teach, he can learn it in other places sooner or later, can you see it? Our Slytherin students are so amazing and amazing!"

  The portraits on the wall were arguing, and most people did not agree with Phineas.

   "All right, everyone." Dumbledore interrupted the portraits aloud: "I believe my judgment, Jemini has the self-control to use this power."

  Dumbledore’s words put this matter in a conclusive conclusion.

  When Dumbledore spoke, the portraits on the wall were quiet.

  They were all outstanding wizards before they were alive, and they also knew one thing, Dumbledore was more outstanding than them, they believed in Dumbledore’s judgment and respected Dumbledore’s decision.

The portrait in the principal’s room will only obey the command of the contemporary principal. Only loyal to Hogwarts. Without the permission of the contemporary principal, none of them will say that Jemini is Animagus. He curses. This kind of thing involving Dumbledore would not even be said.

   "I will notify you then, Jemini." Dumbledore said gently.

   "Then, excuse me, Professor." Jemini leaned slightly, turned and left the principal's room.

  He has more important things to do in the next time-to make colorless toilet water.

  This is a medicine that can eradicate body odor. It is suitable for both humans and animals. Generally, it is sold most in beauty salons and pet shops.

  The production process is a bit like perfume, requiring a dozen different petals, and adding snake slough, moonstone powder and unicorn hair to the potion.

  The manufacturing method is relatively simple, and Jemini can make a pot of potion in less than two hours.

   "Come on, how about a taste?"

  At dinner, Jemini shook the small bottle in his hand and handed it to Draco.

   "What is this?" Draco was stunned.

   "The colorless flower lotion just made." Jemini smiled gently: "I don't know how it works."

   "But there is no way to verify it." Draco was a little embarrassed: "I drank it from my mother when I was young, and there is no smell on my body."

   "Ah, it doesn't matter." Jemini smiled and said, "I just let you try to see if there are any adverse reactions. After all, I don't dare to drink the potion that I boiled..."

  Draco: "..."

   Looking at Gemini's smile tremblingly, Draco felt a chill slowly spreading in his heart.

  Although the potion in his hand seems to be fine, judging from the results of Jemini’s potions class, the effect will not be surprising, but I don’t know why, Draco just dared not drink it.

"I don't know the waste." A cold snort came from the ear, and Adria grabbed the colorless flower dew in Draco's hand, unscrewed it and drank it all in one sip, and finally stuck out the little lilac tongue. The mouth of the bottle licked, with an expression of unfulfilled meaning.

  "The potion made by Master Fox himself--"

   "Actually...you don't need to be so fanatical." Jemini said in embarrassment.

  This woman looks a bit perverted, but he really likes...

   Adria took a deep breath, with a hint of intoxication on her face: "Very sweet!"

   "That's over." Draco paled: "Colorless flower dew is bitter."

   "The taste is bitter." A flush appeared on Adria's face: "But to me, it is sweet."

  Draco twitched his mouth, turning his head awkwardly: "This woman is not saved..."

   "In other words, the brewing was successful?" Jemini asked.

   "There will be no problem, please rest assured." Adria said gently and softly: "Are you planning to keep any pets again?"

   "Drank it myself, what's wrong?"

  "How come? You don't need this thing at all." Adria leaned over to Jemini: "Sunshine, citrus, ink...I always remember your taste, my lord, you don't need this thing at all."

   "It's a long story, but your nose is very sensitive. I haven't even noticed the smell on my body."

  Jemini smiled gently.

   Draco paled next to him, and he vaguely remembered the scene where he ran into Adria holding Jemini’s clothes and sucking wildly.

  And he didn't stop him, instead he went with the woman. Every time Jemini changed clothes to wash, he rented it to Adria at a high price.

  Jemini’s clothes are never washed by elves...

  Although Jemini found out that this kind of thing might be killed by him, but there is no way, this woman gave too much!

  And recently, Adria is not the only one who has come to rent clothes. Her huge and beautiful girlfriend Shirley also has a share, and they are almost forming an industrial chain.

  Next year...should you be able to afford a new broom, right?

To be honest, these two days have been so difficult, I regret the plot that turned the table up, although it’s good, but the **** original plot is so difficult to write, I’m afraid that it’s outrageous and readers don’t like it. I’m afraid that it’s boring. Readers don’t like to read it... I’ll read it for now. If I wake up at night, I’ll try to make up for the second update. If you can’t make it up, please don’t kill me. Give me a sigh of relief. Continue the burp of the code word...

  (End of this chapter)