Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

Halloween, early in the morning.

When Jemini appeared in the hallway, he smelled a rich roasted pumpkin.

Just as there is always turkey at Christmas and dumplings at Chinese New Year, roasted pumpkins and Halloween are always the best match in the UK.

Jemini guessed that in the Hogwarts kitchen at this time, Lolo and her friends must be busy with a pot of porridge.

Halloween is no different than the usual festivals. For wizards, Halloween is a big festival, and for the ghosts in the castle, it is a big festival!

No one is more energetic than the ghosts roaming the corridors at this time!

In Charms class, when Jemini floated a feather empty-handed, Professor Flitwick happily gave Slytherin a 10.

This was the first time they had learned the levitating spell, but it wasn't the first time Jemini had used it. During the first flying lesson, he used it to save Neville from a high-altitude fall.

For the current Jemini, it is already possible to use the floating spell without a stick.

What makes Jemini speechless when he comes to the magic world is that casting spells without a stick is not a sophisticated technique.

The use of a wand is a leap forward in wizarding society, and it's not a casual statement.

Originally, Jemini thought stickless spellcasting should be a very high-end ability, but after asking Snape, he was taunted by the other party:

"The magic wand is a medium that can strengthen the wizard's magic to the greatest extent and reduce the unnecessary loss of magic power. In the absence of a magic wand, you can't even use the fluorescent flicker, and at least 70% of the magic spell cannot be used."

According to Snape, in fact, the so-called wandless casting is a primitive control of magic power by wizards, but it is very limited, which is why even powerful wizards still use magic wands.

If wandless casting is really that powerful, Voldemort's extremely arrogant character should say: Elder Wand? I don't need a wand!

Of course, wandless spellcasting is not useless. For example, it can exercise the control of one's own magic power, or it can be used to assist spellcasting. For powerful wizards, it can increase the combat power to a certain extent.

sizzle-

The tip of Crabbe's wand sparked, igniting Goyle's sleeve, and Jemini, resting his chin in one hand, flicked his wand in the other, extinguishing the burning flames.

In this class, let's not waste time, and stay in the same room with these two idiots...

It's quite emotional.

For Jemini, the only purpose of this class is to remind him that at dinner tonight, there will be a troll dragging a stick around the castle.

Judging from today's class, Gryffindor's spell class is over, and at this time Hermione should be crying in the girls' bathroom.

Take her out after class. Although according to the normal development of the plot, she should not be in danger, but it is the result of luck and coincidence. Jemini can't guarantee whether it will be because of her appearance. What a butterfly effect.

This time, Mr. Granger's favor for taking him for a ride has been repaid.

Finally, the spell get out of class is over.

After running several floors and asking several girls, Jemini made sure that Hermione was not in the bathroom.

Only then did he realize that he had neglected one thing - even if Hermione was in the girls' bathroom when it happened, who would stay in the toilet all afternoon?

To find Hermione should have to wait a while before the dinner party, but there are still more than two hours.

Women are so troublesome...

However, as the saying goes, if the problem cannot be solved, the person who raised the problem will be solved.

Hermione was hard to find, but Professor Quirrell was still easy to find. The third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class had just ended, and he had just returned to the office.

From the time point of view, he estimates that it will take a while to find the troll, and there are still many students wandering in the corridor at this time.

At this time, Quirrell was sitting behind his desk, concentrating on correcting the assignments submitted by the students. Even in his own office, Quirrell didn't take off his disguise.

Although his acting skills are indeed a bit clumsy in the eyes of people with a heart, this does not prevent him from being intoxicated.

clang!

With the crisp sound of glass shattering, a small tin jar the size of a palm was thrown into the office, and Quirrell was shocked.

He screamed. After the initial shock, he had already determined that it was a prank by the students. In order to prevent the students from discovering his unknown side, Quirrell quickly adjusted his expression and put himself Shaped into the image of a frightened coward teacher.

"Oh my God, what is this?" Quirrell fought back the irritability in his heart and looked at the small iron jar that was thrown at his feet. At this time, if he used a magic spell, it would not be in line with his cowardly stuttering. He can only maintain the mask of a coward.

Immediately after…

boom!

With a deafening sonic boom, a dazzling white light flashed across the office.

"what--"

Jemini outside the window heard Professor Quirrell's scream...

The voice was full of panic, despair and shock, and Jemini could hear it. This emotional scream came from Professor Quirrell's heart.

The shock bomb is a good thing. Judging from the distance between Quirrell and this shock bomb, at least until tomorrow, his ears will not think about it, and his eyes will probably take a while.

The real shock bomb is not like in the game. It flashes, rings, and shakes the head to slow it down.

Quietly lying by the window and looking into the office, Quirrell was in a state of madness, groping with both hands to escape from the office.

puff!

A muffled sound.

A dung ball hits Quirrell's hooded back of the head...

puff puff-

The dense dung balls shot in from the window like bullets from a machine gun, smashing Professor Quirrell...

"Ah—help! Help—"

Seeing Professor Quirrell screaming and running out of the classroom, Jemini jumped off the castle wall and disappeared behind a certain window in the castle in a few leaps.

He wasn't going to let Quirrell go.

"Elegant and beautiful Myrtle!"

Jemini found Weeping Myrtle in an empty girls' bathroom.

"Oh~ my lovely Fox." Myrtle looked at Jemini's handsome face with a smile: "What are you looking for me for?"

"There is something I want to tell you. Professor Quirrell has admired you for a long time, but because of his identity, he has not been able to speak. After all, he is still alive."

Jemini said mildly: "You know, he has always been timid and inferior. He can only hide in the corner alone and feel sad. I think his appearance is too pitiful, so I came to tell you."

"Ah~" Myrtle suddenly let out a weird scream, which scared Jemini back unconsciously.

"My poor Quirrell, so he has always admired me..." Myrtle's silver-white spirit body turned pale, and Jemini felt that it should be the expression of the ghosts' blushing.

"Uh... yes." Jemini nodded: "I guess he will hide in a corner and cry tonight, please be by his side."

"I will!" Myrtle's voice was full of conviction.

"And please don't tell Professor Quirrell that I told you that his fragile mind will surely embarrass him."

"I see!"

Myrtle turned into a silver light and shadow, and rushed out of the girls' bathroom.