Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 200 More dangerous than dangerous
Jemini had no intention of touching Barty Jr. for the time being, and he pointed at Barty Jr. to throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire.

Let Harry participate in the Triwizard Tournament, this is a must.

After all, Voldemort is a very ceremonial person. For example, he strongly demanded to kill Harry himself. For example, he must win the Goblet of Fire in Harry and defeat him at the most glorious time. The reason for the Triwizard Tournament.

In fact, in the first grade, Jamie beat the three-headed dog, killed the basilisk in the second grade, and caught Peter Pettigrew in the third grade, which also caused all the copies that originally belonged to Harry to be brushed by him so far. Once again, poor little Harry has nothing to achieve except the title of a savior.

And this is obviously something that Voldemort can't bear - anyway, I had a big fall because of you, and you turned out to be so mediocre?
Can't stand it!
It doesn't sound good to say it, does it?
After all, a person's level is not determined by himself, but by his opponents and enemies.

So from Voldemort's point of view, he naturally hoped that Harry's name would be as loud and powerful as possible. Only in this way could he flaunt his strength after killing Harry.

Of course, this is only the most perfect result in Voldemort's vision.

If Harry was unable to participate in the Triwizard Tournament because of Jemini's intervention... that's fine, Barty Jr., seeing that his plan failed, can only take the next best thing and take Harry's Portkey away at random. , In this way, the originally controllable plot will completely get out of control.

It might as well let him throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire smoothly.

The next two days were as normal as ever, except that Hermione still resisted being taken back to Hogsmeade every day by Jemini. Although she resisted, the resistance was not very fierce, and she just punched Jemini twice symbolically.

In contrast, Snape had been in a bad mood for the past two days.

In the past few days, he was blown away by Barty Jr. pretending to be Professor Moody. Taking advantage of Neville's burning of the sixth cauldron, he arrested Neville and put him in confinement, using Neville's pain to adjust his own mood .

Sometimes seeing Snape in the hallway hiding from the evil eyes of the fake Moody, Jemini felt that it was a pity that Barty Jr. did not become an actor.

This guy played Mad-Eye Moody under Dumbledore's nose for a whole year. Snape avoided him when he saw him, and Dumbledore didn't find out until after the game. Excited to take the initiative to expose.

If this acting skill were to become an actor, it would be a feast for God, so why can't he think about becoming a Death Eater?
On Thursday morning, Jemini finally had her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the school year.

"It's "Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" again. It's the same as in the first grade. Fortunately, I didn't throw it away. This book is well written, and it is indeed very suitable as a teaching material."

Jemini flipped through the book in his arms: "But unfortunately, I've already finished reading it."

Draco hugged the textbook and walked beside Jemini: "I really don't want to take that old guy's class. To be honest, I felt a little uncomfortable from the first moment I saw him."

Jemini nodded, in Draco's position, neither the real Moody nor the fake Moody was very friendly to him.

True Moody: Son of a Death Eater!

Fake Moody: Traitor son!

Draco: I'm so sorry!

When everyone came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Moody was already waiting there. Of course—it was a fake Moody.

He was sitting behind the podium, humming a song, stepping on the ground with his claw-like prosthetic limbs. When the students were almost there, he shook his head and shook off his gray, tattered and messy hair , revealing the magic eyes that kept moving.

"Okay, put away all the textbooks." He stopped the students who wanted to open the books, and said in a rough voice: "I don't need these things in my class."

Then he took out the roster and started to roll the names of everyone. When Jemini was called, both of his eyes were fixed on Jemini's face at the same time. After a pause of two seconds, he continued to read the next name.

"Okay." When the last student finished answering, he put down the roster and continued: "I received a letter from Professor Lupin, it seems that you have mastered a lot of basics on how to deal with black magic creatures Knowledge—you learned to deal with Boggarts, Red Hoods, Hincklepunks, Grindylows, Kabbahs, and werewolves, right?"

The student murmured his agreement.

"But in terms of how to deal with spells, you've learned—"

His magic eyes swept across Jemini's face again, and after a pause, he continued, "Most of you haven't learned enough."

"Did he try to include you just now?" Draco's lips didn't move, he gritted his teeth and choked softly from his throat. This is the skill he mastered in class to avoid being noticed by the teacher.

"Probably..."

"Therefore, I am going to let you have a taste of what wizards do. I have a year to teach you how to deal with black magic." Moody was still talking on the podium, and then he patted his big rough hands and went straight to the lecture.

"Okay, let's get down to business—spells, they have many forms, and their magical powers are different. Now, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all kinds of spells, that's all. Logically speaking, you are less than six years old. Grade, I shouldn't be telling you what illegal black spells look like, because you're too young to handle stuff like that."

"However, Dumbledore praised your courage greatly. He thinks you can deal with it, and it seems to me that the sooner you understand what you are dealing with, the better it is, and... I think some of you are not at all aware of these dangers. The magic should have dealt with many times."

Moody turned his attention to Jemini again.

Jamie: "..."

You just give lectures, why the fuck are you always staring at me?
"If—" Moody continued, "if there's something you've never seen before, how are you going to protect yourself from it?"

After the words fell, he looked at Jemini again.

Jemini couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a deep voice: "Kill it."

"Smart answer, Mr. Fox! Yes, as long as you're more dangerous than dangerous—" Moody complimented gruffly.

There was muffled laughter in the classroom.

"But if a wizard wants to read an illegal spell to you, he won't tell you in advance, and he won't read the spell to you frankly, fairly, and politely. What...how will you do it?"

Jemini finally understood that this guy wanted to attack him, so he took advantage of this time to learn in advance what he would do in such a situation.

Thinking about it, if he were to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, it would definitely be the biggest obstacle on Harry's way to win the championship, and it could even be ignored by others. He had to find a way to get rid of himself first.

"Hmm...then kill the suspicious-looking guy early?" Jemini asked tentatively.

Moody: "..."

By the way, do I really want to attack this dangerous guy?

　Today's first more humming~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)