Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 57 Merry Christmas
“Are you going to Scarborough Fair…

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme——

Remember me to one who lives there…

She once was a true love of mine—”

At 07:30 in the evening, when Dumbledore came to the Gryffindor lounge wearing the sorting hat, the banquet had already started.

Professor Flitwick leads the chorus of Ravenclaw's eaglets, Hagrid clumsily dances with Professor McGonagall, and Fred dances with George.

The ethereal singing of the Ravenclaw girls echoed in the common room, and Jemini hummed softly along with them.

This song is called Scarborough Fair. It is a very old song in England. The lyrics can be traced back to the [-]th century, and the song was born earlier. will sing this song.

Contrary to Jemini's expectation, not only Dumbledore, but even Snape came to this Christmas party.

Although he was dragged here by Dumbledore, and he didn't seem to fit in well, he didn't seem to dislike the atmosphere, and he was sitting alone eating pudding.

"Actually, I was thinking about a problem a long time ago."

The Sorting Hat was placed beside Jemini by Dumbledore, twisting its folds and speaking.

"what?"

"Why do wizards celebrate Christmas?" The tip of the Sorting Hat was crooked: "Look, you are wizards. In the past, you would be tied to a pillar by Muggles and burned to death."

"That's a good question." Jemini nodded, "Actually, I don't understand either."

The Sorting Hat laughed: "I always thought you were smart, that's why I asked you. I asked Dumbledore this question, but he actually asked me: Is there any problem?"

Jemini laughed, he could probably imagine Dumbledore's dementia pretending to be innocent.

"Actually, with my personality, it's hard to understand why people believe in sects. Even if I stayed in the orphanage run by the church for 11 years, I still can't figure it out. Similarly, my understanding of the magic world is actually very limited."

Jemini smiled gently: "However, no matter if you are a wizard or a Muggle, no matter if you are black, yellow or white, no matter if you are from the East or the West, if you want to spend the holidays with your close ones One point shouldn't make any difference..."

"So I think that things like festivals should have nothing to do with beliefs."

"Actually, I don't really understand. Although I understand what you mean, I'm just a hat after all." The Sorting Hat said naively.

"Obviously you asked me if I was okay?" Jemini smiled helplessly.

"I feel that you and Dumbledore are the same kind of people." The Sorting Hat muttered.

"Are you insulting me?"

The Sorting Hat was shocked: "Have you heard all this?"

"Professor Dumbledore's head is not normal." Jamie folded his arms and said, "But I am different, I am not normal anywhere."

"Actually, my head is not the only abnormal place on my body."

The tall figure of Dumbledore appeared next to Jemini at some point: "If you get to know me carefully, you will find that my urinary system has actually begun to be abnormal. I thought you would have discovered it a long time ago. , Fox, after all I always meet you when I wake up at night."

Jemini's face darkened slightly: "Where can I find out? Don't say such misleading things, it sounds so perverted."

"Then let's talk about you and Miss Foley..."

"Let's talk about your urinary system!"

Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, and patted his thigh to the beat of the music, looking contented.

"Thank you very much, Jamie."

"Ok?"

"In fact, I saw my family in the Mirror of Erised." Dumbledore looked at the candle on the wall, as if the candle would bloom in a second.

"Oh." Jemini leaned lazily on the armrest of the soft chair, and Adria sat aside, took off his shoes, hugged his legs in her arms, and gently rubbed his calf with her tender fingers pinch.

At the beginning, Jemini refused, as the saying goes-the land of tenderness is the grave of heroes.

And under Adria's gentle and fiery offensive, it's better for Jemini himself to die, he wants to bury himself in the grave of heroes...

People, there is nothing wrong with living a real life.

"Before this, I could see them again in the mirror every year."

"I'm really sorry." Jemini said softly, "It was the mirror that moved first, and it looked at me..."

Dumbledore laughed heartily when he heard the words: "Sure enough...you are a very interesting child, in fact I want to thank you."

"Although that mirror will allow me to see my family again, as I said, it will only cause people pain." Dumbledore said, picking among the bibido flavored beans on the table. Pick and choose: "But the banquet brings joy."

"Gemini have always been the most escaped elves, but in many cases, they are also very warm." Dumbledore's old face was full of kindness.

Hearing this, Jemini spread his hands, and a small flame burned warmly in his palm, floating quietly above Jemini's palm.

"Flames give people the warmth of perception, and emotions give people the warmth of their hearts..." Jemini murmured, staring at the little flame, "I have joys, sorrows, sorrows, but I still can't feel emotions. ..."

The firelight shone on Jemini's fair cheeks, dancing slightly.

"But although I can't empathize, I don't hate it."

Jemini smiled gently: "The first time I looked in the mirror was on the second night of admission, I saw a lot of things, but not just wealth, honor and beauty... I don't know what I got at Hogwarts What, but when I appeared in front of the Mirror of Erised again this afternoon, it turned into an ordinary mirror."

"I must have got something that I've ever wanted the most, although I don't feel it." Jemini closed his hands.

Dumbledore glanced at Adria unconsciously.

"It's not what you think, old man..." Jemini's face darkened.

"I haven't said anything yet."

"You don't have to say anything!"

"It's hard to find a confidant—you know me."

"I wish I didn't understand if I could!"

In the lounge, the atmosphere of the party is getting hotter and hotter.

Professor Flitwick was playing the guitar. It was an electric guitar. Although there was no wire connected to it, the sound of the electric guitar sounded like a faucet in the Leaky Cauldron. I don't know why.

Professor Flitwick was rocking on the dais raised by the table.

The twins danced happily below, it was hard to tell whether they were shaking or rolling.

Professor McGonagall let go of her usual meticulous bun, and danced a fast-paced dance among the students. At some point, all the teachers who were still at school came running over.

It seems that in this castle, no one can resist the temptation to party.

"This is the happiest Christmas I've ever had in these years." Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be a little sparkling.

"Aha..." Jemini put on his shoes and took Adria's hand: "Let's go dance, I don't want to see the old man with white beard crying beside me, can you dance Adria ?”

"Of course it will."

"What a coincidence, I won't."

"I'll teach you..."

Jemini turned his head and glanced at Dumbledore: "Do you want to dance too, Professor?"

"Ah... dance..." Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Merry Christmas, everyone!"

"Merry Christmas!"

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Jamie: "Happy New Years everyone!"

　Because of the Chinese New Year, today is temporarily updated~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)