Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 213 Your eyes often contain tears
In the next few days, Slytherin and Gryffindor returned to the previous hostile state again, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong.

Unlike in the original book, perhaps because Jemini is a Slytherin, other colleges are not too repulsive about Harry's participation.

Ron didn't quarrel with Harry because of this matter, maybe he did, but if Harry told him the truth, he would definitely support Harry firmly.

But compared to the understanding of the Gryffindor cubs, Snape's attitude was undoubtedly terrifying.

He said before that he would poison a student before Christmas and let that student detoxify with the antidote he had prepared.

In the cold and humid underground classroom, there was mist above the crucibles. Snape stood on the podium, looking around the students below with cold eyes: "You should prepare your own formulas now, I ask you to carefully Let it boil, and then, we will choose someone to try—"

Then his eyes met Harry's in mid-air.

Of course Harry knew what was going to happen next - Snape wanted to poison him.

Jemini could see it too, Snape was looking like he wanted to grab Harry by his messy hair and drown him in the cauldron.

On the other side, Harry, at the thought of drinking Snape's poison, felt as if his internal organs were tumbling. He wanted to stand up, rush to the front of the classroom with the cauldron in his hand, and put the cauldron on Snape. On a greasy head--

The atmosphere in the classroom became more and more tense. Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the dull air.

The door was opened by a freckled little boy named Colin Creevey, Harry's little fanboy.

He sidled into the classroom, flashed Harry a broad smile, and walked over to the podium.

"What's the matter?" Snape looked impatient, he was intoxicated in his fantasy - Harry drowning in the cauldron.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm taking Harry Potter and Mr. Jemini Fox upstairs."

Snape looked at Colin Creevey coldly: "They still have a one-hour Potions class, and they'll go there after class."

Poor looking terrified: "Sir, Mr. Bagman wants them to go, all the warriors will go, I think they want to take pictures..."

"Very good, very good." Snape said sharply, "Potter, leave your things here, I want you to come back later and test your antidote!"

"I'm sorry, sir - he has to take his stuff, all warriors..."

"Very good! Potter, take your schoolbag and disappear from my sight!" Snape became furious, and Harry and Colin disappeared through the door in one swift motion.

Jamie: "..."

Just wait for me...

Several dodged to follow Harry and the two of them. Colin led them to an old classroom. The desks in the classroom were pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space, but there were three desks facing each other. Then, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Ludo sat in one of five chairs behind the desk, chatting with Rita Skeeter.

Krum and Fleur have arrived, Krum's gloomy face as usual, Fleur's arrogant face as always, a potbellied man holds a smoking black camera in his hand, secretly peeking at Fleur from the corner of his eye.

Seeing the two of them coming, Bagman smiled and stood up.

"Very good, everyone is here, all four warriors are here... nothing to worry about, just the wand detection ceremony, and the other referees will be here soon," Bagman said.

"We have to check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because wands will be your most important weapons in future competitions. The experts are upstairs, with Dumbledore, and then take a few photos. "

Bagman said, pointing to Rita Skeeter behind him: "Ms. Skeeter is writing a short article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet..."

"Maybe it won't be that small, Ludo." Rita Skeeter said lightly, and then she bowed to Jemini: "Greetings, Master Fox."

"Good afternoon, Rita." Jemini smiled gently.

I have to say that Rita Skeeter is a very smart woman. Ever since she was pinned down by Jemini, she has always been very measured in her words and deeds.

Although she was dressed as ugly as ever.

"Before we start, can I have a word with Harry?" Rita asked, visibly curious about Harry. "You know, to add color to the article."

"No problem!" Bagman said loudly, "It's just—I don't know if Harry objects?"

Harry: "???"

"That's great!" Rita took Harry's blankness as the default, and pulled him into the broom closet next to her.

A few minutes later, Dumbledore led a group of people into the classroom, and Jemini saw Ollivander behind him.

"Where's Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

Jemini pointed to the broom: "I was dragged in by Rita Skeeter, I don't know what the two of them are doing inside."

"Oh hehe..." Dumbledore happily walked towards the broom: "I guess Harry won't be interested in Skeeter. Of course, Skeeter is hard to say to Harry..."

He opened the broom closet door.

"Dumbledore!" Rita Skeeter yelled, and she stood up: "How are you? I wonder if you read my summer article on the International Conference of Wizards?"

"It's wonderful." Dumbledore said cheerfully. "I especially loved reading the part where you described me as a rigid old madman."

Rita Skeeter wasn't shy at all: "I just wanted to show that some of your views are a bit off, Dumbledore, many wizards out there—"

"I'd love to hear your frank reasoning, Rita." Dumbledore bowed gently: "But I'm afraid we'll have to talk about this issue later. The wand testing ceremony is about to begin. If one of our The warrior hides in the broom closet, and the ceremony cannot be performed."

Harry rushed out of the broomroom quickly, his face looking extremely ugly.

"I accidentally saw it just now..." Jemini whispered with a smile, "Those amazing green eyes are full of tears—"

Harry's face darkened further.

"One hundred Galleons, you can delete it~"

Jemini's voice was like a devil's whisper.

Harry bowed his head and trembled like a poor little girl who was blackmailed.

"If you don't delete it, the whole wizarding world will know by tomorrow, Harry, you often have tears in your eyes—"

"Then...please..."

His voice seemed to come out of his teeth.

While speaking, Dumbledore and his group were already sitting behind the table, and the wand testing ceremony was about to begin.

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