Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

United Kingdom, London suburbs, Holy Cross Welfare Institute.

"Six inches long, ash wood, very tough... up to 20 meters range! This is my latest slingshot, starting at a pound!"

In the yard, a black-haired and blue-eyed boy sat beside the flower bed, holding a slingshot in his hand, and shouted to the children around him.

The boy was very handsome, and the attention of the onlookers was all on his face. Only the boys were staring at the slingshot in his hand.

"Jemini, one pound, I want it!" A boy raised his chest proudly.

With this slingshot, he is the most beautiful cub among the children, and Jenny will probably cast admiring glances at him.

Although one pound is a large number for him, it is equivalent to half a month's pocket money, but in order to become the most beautiful cub in the crowd, he can bear it.

"One pound once!" Jemini said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Lyle offers a pound, does anyone want to bid?"

"I'll add ten pence!" shouted, a taller boy.

"Grace gives ten pence a pound! Well, ten pence a pound once!"

Hearing someone bidding for him, the boy named Lyle gritted his teeth: "Twenty!"

"A pound and twentypence, is there anything higher?"

Grice raised his chest. "One pound and thirtypence!"

"A pound and thirty pence, is there anyone who offers a higher price?" Jemini looked around with a smile in his eyes.

Gladstone was unhappy: "Hurry up and shout! Jemini! You are raising the price in disguise!"

Jemini was stunned for a while, and spread his hands innocently: "Raise the price? Is this price too high? No, no, no? No one really thinks the price of one pound and thirty pence is high, right?"

"One pound and forty pence!" Lyle cried out, blushing and tugging at his neck.

Just now, the girl named Jenny looked at him and smiled.

There was a smile at the corner of Jemini's mouth. He likes to make deals with this kind of dog-licking boy. As long as the girl they like is around, even if they drain all the money in their pockets, they will bite the bullet and buy it.

For young boys of this age, it is time to save face.

Forget it, this price will almost drain Lyle's wallet, and Grace estimates that there should be no more money, so Jemini decided to squeeze so far.

"One pound and forty pence! Two pound and forty pence... three times a pound and forty pence! Ha! Congratulations, Lyle, the slingshot is yours."

Jemini smiled like a spring breeze, handed the slingshot to Lyle, and accepted all Lyle's property under the reluctant gaze of the other party.

Looking at Lyle who was playing with the slingshot and playing with the pebbles with admiration on his face, Grace turned sourly to leave, but before he could turn to leave, Jemini pressed his shoulder: "Don't rush to leave, Grid Rice, I think this two-fingered tiger should suit you well."

Very easy, another £20.

"This thing, capital, has been dripping with blood and filth from every pore from head to toe since it came into this world - but I just love it."

Jemini leaned against the fence of the flowerbed, his slender fingers flipped a tenp coin flexibly, and he smiled slyly like a little fox who stole a chicken.

Children's money is so good!

A simple panel appeared in sight. On the panel, there was the picture of the white wax slingshot and the original price: 20 pence.

This is an arms store, which contains everything that can be used for combat or war, whether it is Newton, magic, or fighting horses, all kinds of things can be bought.

The usage of the system is also very simple, as long as you have money.

From Jemini's birth to the present, this system has not said a word.

Always maintain a dirty money relationship with Jemini, and never release any messy tasks. You pay, I ship, and everyone is safe.

What a refreshing and unpretentious system!

In just a few years of primary school, Jemini has used this system to accumulate more than 15,000 pounds of wealth, which is almost equivalent to two years' salary for an ordinary person in the UK of this era.

As for selling slingshots, wooden knives, etc. to elementary school students, this kind of thing is not shabby...

Jemini looks very open, making money, not shabby.

Now he has nothing but handsome, and it is not the time to talk about shame.

Twenty years of experience in his previous life made him clearly know that only when he is full can he have the strength to stand up and earn face.

"Five pounds and tenpence in total~"

Counting the money he made today, Jemini fell on the lawn with his head up and rolled in comfort.

Five quid in the morning sounds like a lot, but for the next few days, Jemini won't make much.

The children in the orphanage basically don’t have much pocket money, and they are almost squeezed by Jemini. The boys in the school have all done deals with Jemini more or less, and they are all poor.

The market is too small and there are too few customers.

Maybe if I have nothing to do, I should run to Surrey next door often? I heard that there are many rich people there, and children have a lot of pocket money on hand.

"Jemini!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded.

Sister Linda came into the yard and looked around, looking for Jemini.

"Here, here, what's wrong? What's the matter?"

Standing up from the lawn, Jemini came to Sister Linda's side.

"Don't lie on the lawn all the time, it's easy to get sick." Sister Linda smiled gently, rubbed Jemini's head with her hand, and then handed him an envelope: "With your letter, do you have any pen pals? Or...you're in love?"

Sister Linda said, giggling uncontrollably.

"Letter? For me?"

Jemini looked surprised.

Who would write to an orphan?

Another orphan?

"Holy Cross Orphanage... Room 201... Mr. Jemini Fox..." Looking at the words on the parchment envelope, Jemini shrugged: "There is no doubt that this letter was addressed to me."

The envelope was made of heavy parchment, the address was written in emerald green ink, and there was no stamp on it.

"There are no stamps, maybe someone's prank? Is there still parchment paper these days? It's an antique, right?"

Turning over the envelope in his hand, he saw a wax seal, a shield badge, a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounded by a capital 'H'.

"Wow~Wow~Wow..." Jemini raised his eyebrows: "Look what I got..."

For this letter, Jemini is not very surprised, even through the belt system, what happens now can't make him have too much mood swings-unless he makes a lot of money.

"Do you know where this came from?" Sister Linda looked at Jemini with concern.

"Maybe it's an admission letter from an ancient school?" Jemini smiled and didn't rush to open the envelope.

"School?" Sister Linda smiled gently: "I think Smelting Middle School is quite suitable for you, but you are so smart, it is not impossible for other schools to invite you to enroll, you should consider it yourself. Let me know if you need any help."

"Thank you, Sister Linda."

Nodding to Sister Linda and the gentleman, Jemini returned to the room and opened the envelope full of the atmosphere of the times.

'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Class Great Magician of the Merlin Order, Chief Magician of Wizengamore)

Dear Mr. Fox:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 1st and we will be waiting for your owl to hear back by July 31st. ’