Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 37 Birthday Cake

  "I found that when I itch the armor gentlemen on duty in the castle, the masks on their helmets click and click, so can I understand that they are laughing?"

   "Yes, tell you a secret, if you dance to them, they will fight with you." Dumbledore blinked.

   "So are they intelligent creatures?"

"Magic is a magical thing. It can't give life to an item, but it can give it wisdom." Dumbledore said kindly: "So, in the magic world, the two words of wisdom and creatures have never been one. of."

   "What about the portrait? What's the matter with the portrait?" Jemini asked curiously, "I found that some portraits are very smart, some are very stupid."

   "Oh... this is true." Dumbledore nodded, "If you go to my office and take a look, you will find that the portraits of the principals in my office are almost indistinguishable from a living person."

  Jemini squeezed his chin and thought about it: "In other words, the more magical the person, the closer his portrait will be to him?"

   "To be honest, you are a little bit envious of you." Dumbledore nodded.

  "You have passed the award." Jemini smiled: "So, every painting of the strong man will have the wisdom close to his own?"

   "It depends on his own wishes." Dumbledore said.

   "I have a question, Professor." Jemini thought for a while and said, "If you transfer a person's soul to his portrait, does that count as immortality in disguise?"

  Dumbledore was slightly startled: "It is not good magic to transfer the soul to the object, but I think even if it succeeds, what is the meaning of this kind of immortality?"

   "That's what I said." Jemini nodded.

   "Fox, are you interested in immortality?" Dumbledore's calm gaze fell on Jemini's face through the half-moon lens.

   "Of course, who would think that he would live a long life?" Jemini smiled gently: "But to live simply to live, this kind of immortality is too much."

  "The world is beautiful and vast, Professor, my journey lies in the stars and the sea."

Jemini’s eyes were clear and far away, and there was no distraction in the blue pupils: “Maybe I really live forever, maybe I will die on the road, but these things actually don’t matter. I never regretted being alive, so even I was crushed on this journey, and I think I can smile and say a worthwhile trip."

   "...very thorough answer..."

Dumbledore looked at Jemini for a while in surprise, and then exclaimed with a little emotion: "I am often proud of the students I teach... But to be honest, this is the first time that I am a student of a certain student. It's an honor to be a teacher, Fox."

   "You have a reputation." Jemini smiled humbly.

   "Actually, not really."

  Dumbledore blinked, then raised his head, his gaze fell on a picture of a huge fruit plate next to him: "Here we are."

  Jemini looked around. From the position, it was directly below the castle auditorium.

  Dumbledore stretched out his old wrinkled palm and scratched a pear on the fruit plate. In a flash, the pear turned into a doorknob. Dumbledore opened the door and the two entered the kitchen.

  "Good evening, Honorable Professor Dumbledore! Handsome Master Fox!"

As soon as the two walked into the kitchen, shrill voices rang in their ears. Beside them, a house elf wearing a white pillowcase bowed to the two: "Is there anything Luo Luo can help you with? ?"

   Immediately after that, a large group of house elves gathered around in a hustle and bustle, blinking big light bulb-like eyes and looking expectantly at the two of Gemini.

  Jemini pointed at himself blankly: "Do you know me?"

"Oh, no..." Dumbledore suddenly laughed: "From the beginning of school, they haven't found Fox your luggage until now. This has been worrying them for a long time, even though I have repeatedly emphasized that this is not their problem, but They have always been upset."

  Jemini laughed, and then I remembered that the dormitories of the four colleges were all cleaned by the elves, and the students’ luggage and belongings were also cleaned by them. The thunder could not beat it every day.

  They haven’t seen Fox’s luggage since they enrolled in school...

  Dumbledore blinked: "Can I just ask Fox where you live now?"

   "Anyone who asks, Professor." Jemini smiled.

  The Requirement Room is not a major secret. There is nothing unspoken. It can be seen from the piles of groceries like hills. Many students have been there, but not everyone has mastered the rules of the room.

   "Oh..." Dumbledore nodded clearly, "It's no wonder..."

  "That's a good place. I can find everything I want there. If you are interested, I can entertain you there as a guest." Jemini groaned with a smile, completely treating the responsive house as his own territory.

   "It looks like that place is like home to you, which is great."

   "Aren't you angry? I won't go back to the dormitory..." Jemini was puzzled, Dumbledore's temper was much better than he thought.

"To be honest, if I beat someone, I wouldn't dare to go back and live easily." Dumbledore nodded cheerfully, "But as long as you can feel at home in Hogwarts, it doesn't matter if you live in a dorm. It’s the same when you come and go to the house. In fact, if you don’t say anything, I always thought you made a net in a warm place and then went to sleep..."

   "Thank you very much for your enlightenment, professor."

   "These are all trivial matters." Dumbledore said leisurely.

"As long as you don’t get caught by professors and Filch, don’t go to some dangerous places, Hogwarts will not refuse the curiosity of sincere students, such as the twins of the Weasley family. I used to meet every week. They, unfortunately, don’t know when it will start. They seem to have mastered the way to avoid me. I still feel quite lost... Want a fruit syrup pie?"

  Dumbledore said, and handed Jemini a piece of fruit syrup pie.

  Jemini took a bite of the pie and wrinkled his face: "So sweet—"

"When I'm old, I like to eat sweets." Dumbledore nodded, and put a piece of pie in his mouth: "Well...actually, I also liked to eat when I was young. I didn't make excuses for my gluttony. Most British people can’t refuse sweets, and syrup pie is light.”

   "When Filch celebrated his birthday a while ago, I tried his birthday cake. It was full of cream-it was about ten centimeters thick..."

   Jemini looked disgusted: "Uh... it sounds disgusting..."

   "Yeah, he didn't finish it either." Dumbledore said, "Don't you want cake? I think Ms. Lolo should be able to help you."

   "Does Mr. Fox want a cake?" Lolo tilted his head up, and his big bulb eyes looked at Jemini without blinking.

"Yes, trouble you, Miss Lolo." Jemini squatted down and smiled gently: "If possible, I hope it's the kind of pancake cake, three layers of crispy pancakes, one layer of cake, between every two layers. Coated with different jams, wrapped in a layer of crispy chocolate, not too big, with some fruit on top, ah, yes, please also write a happy birthday to Miss Hermione Granger."

"So it was Miss Granger's birthday cake!" Lolo's big eyes were shining, and he bowed again to Jemini, her pointed nose hit the ground: "Miss Granger is a very hardworking girl. It's Lolo's honor to make a birthday cake for Miss Granger."

   Then, a few minutes later.

  Jemini looked at the giant chocolate cake in front of him with a full face of astonishment.

  The chocolate cake is divided into five layers, and each layer is composed of three crispy pancakes and one layer of cake. The colorful fruits are dotted around the cake, which is exquisite and unwilling to destroy.

   "Fuck, what is this?!"

  (End of this chapter)