i sold arms at hogwarts

"Although I grew up in the Muggle world, I was lucky enough to meet a teacher two years ago, and I have been living with him since then. Therefore, I know very well that many wizards in the magical world look down on the Muggle world. wizards—especially so-called pure-blood families.”

Looking around, Remy glanced at the door to make sure there was no one outside.

"Today I am going to wake you up a little and let you know how ignorant you are and how ridiculous the things you are proud of are!"

After saying that, Remy pulled the trigger continuously.

Bang bang bang bang!

Six consecutive loud noises were made from the revolver, and the room was suddenly filled with screams and chaos. Even the little wizards from the Muggle world were startled.

This madman not only brought a gun to school, he actually dared to shoot!

Even more panicked.

After all, the other wizards were just frightened by the loud noise, but they knew that compared to the audible sound, the invisible warhead fired at high speed was the real fatal thing!

Malfoy was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He couldn't believe that he was facing such a terrifying thing just now, and it was on his head!

Just when the situation was in chaos, Professor McGonagall ran into the room in a panic, and immediately saw Remy who was pouring bullet casings out.

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall shouted to stop the noise in the room, and then looked at Remy with a sullen face.

"Mr. Barrett, I think you need to give me an explanation! If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, even Principal Dumbledore can't prevent you from being expelled!" Professor McGonagall said.

Jingle bells~

After pouring out the cartridge case, Remy flicked the gun to reset the cartridge case, and then pointed at Malfoy who had shrunk to the wall behind him.

"He affectionately called me Mudblood, so I enthusiastically introduced him to the little toy invented by Muggles... It didn't hurt anyone, and it didn't shoot into the room, right?" Remy said calmly. said.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the frightened Malfoy, and her expression softened slightly - this was indeed what he could say.

And what Remy said was true and no one was hurt.

But then, Professor McGonagall once again had a serious face: "Mr. Barrett, even this is not the reason for you to shoot. Do you know how dangerous it is for you to do so? What if..."

"There is nothing wrong with it, Professor." Remy interrupted: "A gun is just a tool, just like a magic wand. Whether it is dangerous or not is determined by the person holding it. It has no danger in my hands."

"No, they are different." Professor McGonagall shook her head: "The wand will not be fatal enough in your hands, but the gun is different."

With that said, Professor McGonagall stretched out his hand to Remy: "This dangerous weapon is not something you can use at will now. Leave it to me for safekeeping."

"My gun is custom-made, and it has my name engraved on it. This gun cost me more than 2 US dollars, which is nearly [-] Galleons when converted into galleons!" Remy said.

I blanch!So expensive? !

Many young wizards from wizarding families suddenly widened their eyes, and they wondered if they had heard wrongly.

Such a thing costs three hundred galleons?Are you sure it's not Xi Ke?Or Nat?

Are prices so high in the Muggle world?

Even Professor McGonagall couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Okay, I'll keep it safe."

Nodding and taking away Remy's gun, Professor McGonagall glanced around and then clapped her hands.

"Now, you all line up and follow me," Professor McGonagall said.

The many little wizards looked at me and I looked at you, and then they consciously stood in line behind Remy.

It's not that they want to mess with Remy, but Remy is now standing closest to the door. There were others closer before, but they all scared away after Remy fired.

Remy didn't want to be first, however.

Patting Hermione on the shoulder, Remy released his hand and tugged on her sleeve to lead her to the back of the line.

"I was scared to death just now. I thought...I thought you would be expelled." Hermione whispered.

"Okay, my teacher and Principal Dumbledore have been good friends for many years. I have a very strong background...otherwise I wouldn't have fired just now." Remy said.

"That's too dangerous. Can you please don't do such dangerous things in the future?"

"Well...it's a bit difficult, but I promise you I will restrain myself as much as possible."

For some reason, Hermione suddenly stopped talking again.

After lining up and walking out of the room, every little wizard couldn't help but take a breath after seeing the bullet holes in the passage, especially those who had never heard of such a thing as a firearm.

Remy and Hermione followed the procession out of the room and into the Great Hall.

The auditorium was magnificent, with four long tables stretching from one end of the auditorium to the other. Each table was filled with students, and only the front area was empty.

The four long tables were filled with shiny gold plates and goblets. Fortunately, there was no food on the tables at the moment, otherwise it would have been a critical blow to the little wizards who had traveled across mountains and rivers to come.

There were thousands of lit candles floating in the air above the table, too many to count.

They are not fixed, but are always moving, seemingly regularly and irregularly.

Under the gaze of young faces, the little wizards lined up and walked into the auditorium.

Walking along the passage in the middle of the auditorium to the front, on the platform between the teacher's chair and the four long tables, the little wizards lined up and looked nervously at Professor McGonagall.

She placed a dirty-looking wizard's hat on a high stool.

This wizard's hat is dirty, old, and patched. If it were thrown in Diagon Alley, no one would pick it up.

But it is obviously not as bad as its appearance, because since it appeared, everyone's eyes in the entire auditorium have been fixed on it.

After a while, I saw it twisting, and then a gap like a mouth opened.

Then, just listen to it suddenly start singing.

You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge a book by its cover,

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny,

Make your top hats smooth and crisp,

I'm the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts,

Naturally, it is much taller than your hats.

any thought hidden in your mind,

Can't hide from the golden eyes of the Sorting Hat,

Try it on, and I'll tell you,

Which college should you go to.

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is courage buried in the bottom of my heart,

Their courage, boldness and chivalry,

Make Gryffindor stand out;

You may belong to Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuff students are tough and honest;

Not afraid of hard work;

If you're smart,

Perhaps into wise Ravenclaw,

Those who are wise and learned,

Will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,

Make sincere friends here,

But those cunning and insidious will stop at nothing,

to achieve their goals.

Come put on me!Don't be afraid!

Never panic!

in my hand (although i don't even have a hand)

you are absolutely safe

Because I am a thinking magic hat!