Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 106 This thing is much more useful than a wand
After a while, by the Black Lake.

Jamie had set up a few targets by the vast Black Lake, and he had come to test the gun with Harry.

"Remember what I just said, three points and one line, hold the gun in one hand, hold the bottom in the other, and bend the arm slightly."

Bang!
Gunshots sounded, and there was a bullet hole in the target not far away.

Jemini clapped his hands: "That's right, it looks like you're quite talented with guns, and you hit the target right the first time."

"Wrist hurts a bit, is this what you mean by low recoil?" Harry took a breath.

"It's not a big problem." Jamie spread his hands out, "You're only 12 years old, practice your wrist strength, and you'll be able to shoot left and right in a few years."

"I want to try Barrett."

Harry looked fieryly at the iron box at his feet, which contained his M90.

"Well..." Jemini nodded: "You probably won't be able to use it now, let me demonstrate it to you."

As Jemini said, he took out the matte black anti-material heavy sniper from the box, and under Harry's shocked gaze, he lifted it up with one hand, reloaded it, and aimed it at the bull's-eye.

boom--

A large cloud of dust was swept up on the ground by this gunshot. Harry looked at Jamie with bright eyes. The other man's thin and long body was holding the huge gun that was not proportional to his body, which perfectly interpreted the four elements of violent aesthetics. meaning of the word.

The target erected in the distance was torn apart by the jet of fire the moment the gunshot sounded.

"I can still use it as a pistol for the time being." Jemini nodded with satisfaction: "As for you, it's best to wait until the [-]th Five-Year Plan to start trying."

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"Can this thing really help me defeat Voldemort?" Harry looked obsessively at Barrett in Jemini's hand.

"Depending on the situation, it's definitely useless if you charge with this thing face to face." Jemini laughed: "But if you shoot him from 800 meters away, I guarantee that he will be confused! "

Although Voldemort is strong, no matter how strong he is, he is just an ordinary person with magic power. The speed of bullets is much faster than his reflexes.

"Give me another ten Galleon bullets."

"as you wish!"

Jemini jumped at the deal.

"I can also give you a little suggestion."

As Jemini spoke, he took out a leather wristband: "This is the equipment of an assassin. Have you seen this socket? Usually there is a dagger or something inserted here. Insert the wand here and wear it on your wrist. Because you don't have to hold the wand to cast a spell, you can shoot while casting a spell, so you have two ways to attack. The opponent may block your spell, but they can't stop your bullet. !"

Harry looked even more excited.

Until a few hours later, when the sky was getting dark, Ron found the two people by the black lake.

"What are you doing? I heard beeping from all the way here, are they setting off fireworks?"

"You're here, Ron?"

Harry, who was intoxicated by the dual power of guns and spells, looked at Ron, holding two guns with an excited expression on his face.

"Listen, Ron, this thing works better than a wand!"

Ron: "???"

Until December, Harry was still addicted to the thrill of hot weapons.

Although he still loved Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was also intoxicated by the blood boiling feeling when the gunfire roared.

Wherever Harry went now, he always had a Colt pinned to his waist, and his wand was stuck in the wristband of his cuff. For some reason, he always had a feeling that he could go anywhere in the world.

But swell was swell, and Harry wasn't dazzled by this sense of power coming from outside.

For example, he didn't dare to say to Jamie: Let's have a real fight.

He would also be afraid that Jemini would say yes, yes, and then turn around and pull out a Gatling at himself...

"Have you heard, Jemini, the school is going to hold a duel club!"

One night in December, as soon as Jemini returned to the lounge, he heard Draco's excited voice.

"Ok?"

Jamie tilted his head immediately.

It is true that Lockhart opened the Dueling Club in the original book, but that was because of the Chamber of Secrets incident, and he took the opportunity to hype his own popularity. What is the reason this time?

Knowing that Dumbledore is already suspicious of him, does this guy still dare to dance like this?

Seeing Jemini's incomprehensible look, Draco explained, "At eight o'clock tonight, in the school auditorium."

"Although I don't know what it's doing, let's go and have a look." Jemini nodded.

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the school auditorium.

Gone were the four long tables that had always stood there, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, with hundreds of candles floating overhead casting bright light.

The ceiling became as dark as black velvet, and almost all the students from the school came, and the bustling crowd surrounded the stage, and the students all looked very excited.

Seeing Jemini walking with Shirley and Adria, the onlookers tactfully made way for them to come to the stage easily.

Perhaps it was because Jemini's gentle and gentle appearance was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The students who gave way did not seem to be dissatisfied, but greeted Jemini enthusiastically.

In contrast, Draco on the other side was squeezed by the crowd like a pile of stinky shit. If Crabbe and Goyle were not strong enough, he might have been stepped on by the students at this time.

"Good evening, Harry."

Coming to the stage, Jemini saw a group of people gathered around Harry.

"Good evening, Jamie." Harry greeted, "Do you know who is here to teach us?"

Next to Harry, Hermione looked at Jemini softly, "I guess it's Professor Flitwick. I heard that he was a dueling champion when he was young."

"In fact, even now, Professor Flitwick's ability is enough to win the position of dueling champion." Jamie nodded: "But I guess... maybe someone else came to teach us."

Harry smiled: "Ha... as long as it's not—"

Before he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze. In sight, Lockhart walked onto the stage. He was wearing a purple-red robe, looking radiant, and walking beside him was not The other, was Snape, still in his usual black robes.

Jemini's eyes fell on Lockhart's face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

So what is this guy up to?

Lockhart waved for silence and said loudly, "Come around! Come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!"

"Well, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me, the little dueling club of Caiban, to train you well in case you need to defend yourself one day, in the same way that I have used countless times - for details on this , please look at my published works!"

(End of this chapter)