Gemini Fox

United Kingdom, London suburbs, Holy Cross Orphanage.

"Six inches long, ash wood, extremely resilient... with a range of up to twenty meters! This is the newest slingshot I made. Starting bid: one pound!"

In the yard, a black-haired, green-eyed boy sat beside a flower bed, holding a slingshot and calling loudly to the children around him.

The boy was strikingly handsome. The girls watching were all focused on his face, while only the boys stared eagerly at the slingshot in his hand.

"Gemini, one pound! I'll take it!" A boy proudly puffed out his chest.

With this slingshot, he would be the coolest kid in the group. Maybe Jenny would even look at him with admiration.

Although one pound was no small sum to him, equivalent to more than half a month's allowance, he could bear it if it meant becoming the coolest kid in the crowd.

"One pound, going once!" Gemini smiled faintly. "Lyle bids one pound. Anyone want to raise it?"

"I'll add ten pence!" someone shouted. It was a sturdier-looking boy.

"Grace bids one pound ten pence! Very good, one pound ten pence, going once!"

Hearing someone bid against him, the boy named Lyle gritted his teeth. "Twenty!"

"One pound twenty pence. Any higher bids?"

Grace puffed out his chest. "One pound thirty pence!"

"One pound thirty pence. Anyone offering more?" Gemini looked around with a delighted smile in his eyes.

Grace immediately became unhappy. "Hurry up and call it, Gemini! You're just driving up the price!"

Gemini blinked and spread his hands innocently. "Driving up the price? Is this price really that high? No way, no way? Surely nobody really thinks one pound thirty pence is expensive, right?"

"One pound forty pence!" Lyle shouted, his face red as he strained his neck.

Just then, the girl named Jenny had smiled at him.

Gemini's lips curled into a smile. He loved doing business with boys like this. As long as the girl they liked was nearby, even if he squeezed every penny from their pockets, they would still grit their teeth and buy it.

Boys this age were exactly at the stage where they cared most about saving face.

After doing the math, Gemini figured this price had nearly drained Lyle's wallet dry. Grace probably could not come up with much more either, so Gemini decided to stop squeezing them.

"One pound forty pence, going once! One pound forty pence, going twice... One pound forty pence, going three times! Ha! Congratulations, Lyle. The slingshot is yours."

Gemini smiled as warmly as spring sunshine as he handed the slingshot to Lyle, accepting all of Lyle's possessions under the latter's reluctant gaze.

Watching Lyle play with the slingshot and fire little stones, Grace turned to leave with an envious, sour expression. But before he could go, Gemini grabbed his shoulder. "Don't rush off, Grace. I think these two-finger Knuckle Dusters would suit you perfectly."

Just like that, another one pound twenty pence went into his pocket.

"Capital, from the moment it came into this world, dripped with blood and filth from every pore—but I like it."

Gemini leaned against the railing around the flower bed, his long fingers nimbly flipping a ten-pence coin. His smile was as sly as a little fox that had stolen a chicken.

Children's money was so easy to make!

A simple panel appeared in his vision. It displayed an image of that ash slingshot, along with its original price: twenty pence.

This was an Arms Dealer shop. It contained every item that could be used in battle or war. Whether it was Newton's, magical, or Battle Qi horse-transforming equipment, all kinds of things could be bought there.

The system was simple to use, too. All he needed was money.

Since Gemini had been born into this life, the system had never made a sound. It had always maintained nothing but a filthy monetary relationship with him, never issuing any messy tasks. He paid, it delivered, and everyone went about their business.

What a refreshingly unconventional system!

Over just a few years of elementary school, Gemini had already amassed more than fifteen thousand Pounds Sterling through the system. In Britain at this time, that was practically equivalent to two years' salary for an ordinary person.

As for whether it was shameful to sell slingshots, wooden knives, and the like to elementary school students...

Gemini took it in stride. Making money was nothing to be ashamed of.

Right now, other than being handsome, he had nothing. This was no time to worry about dignity.

The experiences of his twenty-odd years in his previous life had taught him clearly that only after filling his stomach would he have the strength to stand up and earn some dignity.

"A total of five pounds ten pence~"

After counting the money he had made today, Gemini threw himself backward onto the lawn and rolled around contentedly.

Making five pounds in a single morning sounded like a lot, but Gemini would not be making much money over the next few days.

The Orphanage children basically had little allowance to begin with, and Gemini had already squeezed nearly all of it out of them. The boys at school had also more or less done business with Gemini, leaving every one of them broke as hell.

The market was too small, and there were too few customers.

Maybe he should visit neighboring Surrey more often when he had nothing to do? He had heard there were many rich people there, and the children had plenty of pocket money too.

"Gemini!"

All of a sudden, a clear voice rang out.

Sister Linda entered the yard, looking around for Gemini.

"Here, here! What is it? What happened?"

Gemini rose from the lawn and walked over to Sister Linda.

"Don't lie on the lawn all the time. You'll get sick easily." Sister Linda smiled gently, rubbing Gemini's head before handing him an envelope. "You have a letter. Do you have a pen pal? Or could it be... you're in love?"

As she spoke, Sister Linda could not help giggling.

"A letter? For me?"

Gemini looked surprised.

Who would write a letter to an orphan?

Another orphan?

"Holy Cross Orphanage... Room 201... Mr. Gemini Fox..." Gemini looked at the words on the parchment envelope and shrugged. "Without a doubt, this letter is for me."

The envelope was made of thick parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp on it.

"No stamp. Maybe it's someone's prank? Do people still use parchment these days? That's practically antique stuff, isn't it?"

He turned the envelope over and saw a wax seal: a shield-shaped crest, with a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"Wow~ Wow~ Wow..." Gemini raised his brows. "Look what I've received..."

Gemini was not particularly surprised by the letter. With transmigration and a system already in the mix, nothing that happened now could stir much emotion in him—unless he made a huge amount of money.

"Do you know where it came from?" Sister Linda asked Gemini with concern.

"Maybe an acceptance letter from some ancient school?" Gemini smiled, not opening the envelope right away.

"A school?" Sister Linda smiled gently. "I think Smeting Middle School would suit you quite well, but you're so smart that it wouldn't be impossible for another school to invite you. Think it over carefully. If you need any help, just tell me."

"Thank you, Sister Linda."

Gemini gave Sister Linda a gentlemanly nod, then returned to his room and opened the envelope steeped in the atmosphere of another era.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Class Order of Merlin, Supreme Mugwump of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Fox:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

The term begins on September 1. We await your owl's reply by July 31.

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