Gemini Fox

In the suburbs of London, England, at the Holy Cross Orphanage.

"Six inches long, ash wood, incredibly tough... range up to 20 meters! This is my latest slingshot, starting bid at one pound!"

In the yard, a black-haired, blue-eyed boy sat by a flower bed, holding a slingshot and loudly addressing the children around him.

The boy was very handsome, and the girls watching were all focused on his face. Only the boys were staring intently 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, and Jenny would probably look at him with admiration.

Although one pound was a significant amount for him, equivalent to more than half a month's allowance, he was willing to bear it to be the coolest kid in the crowd.

"One pound once!" Gemini's lips curved into a slight smile. "Lyle bids one pound, anyone else want to bid?"

"I'll add ten pence!" a voice called out. It was a sturdier-looking boy.

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

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

"One pound twenty pence, anyone higher?"

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

"One pound thirty pence, anyone offering a higher price?" Gemini looked around with a smile, feeling quite pleased.

Grace immediately became unhappy. "Hurry up and call it! Gemini! You're artificially inflating the price!"

Gemini blinked, then spread his hands innocently. "Inflating the price? Is this price very high? No way, no way? No one actually thinks one pound thirty pence is a high price, right?"

"One pound forty pence!" Lyle shouted, his face red, craning his neck.

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

A smile tugged at Gemini's lips. He loved doing business with these sycophantic boys. As long as the girls they liked were nearby, they would grit their teeth and buy anything, even if it meant emptying their pockets.

For boys of this age, maintaining appearances was crucial.

He calculated that this price was about enough to drain Lyle's wallet, and Grace probably couldn't afford much more. Gemini decided to stop squeezing them.

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

Gemini smiled warmly and handed the slingshot to Lyle, accepting all of Lyle's possessions under his reluctant gaze.

Grace, watching Lyle play with the slingshot, shooting small pebbles with envy, turned to leave sourly. However, before he could get away, Gemini grabbed his shoulder. "Don't rush off, Grace. I think these two-finger knuckle dusters would suit you very well."

Easily, another one pound twenty pence came in.

"Capital, from the moment it came into the world, from head to toe, every pore drips with blood and filth—but I love it."

Gemini leaned against the fence of the flower bed, his slender fingers nimbly flipping a ten-pence coin, his smile as cunning as a little fox that had stolen a chicken.

Kids' money is so easy to make!

A simple panel appeared in his vision, displaying a picture of the ash wood slingshot and its original price: 20 pence.

This was an armory, containing everything that could be used for combat or war, whether it was Newtonian, magical, or battle qi-infused. All sorts of items could be bought.

The system's usage was also very simple: as long as you had money.

Since Gemini was born into this life, the system had never made a peep. It had always maintained a dirty financial relationship with Gemini, never issuing any strange tasks. You pay, I deliver, and we all live in peace.

What a pure and unpretentious system!

In just a few years of elementary school, Gemini had accumulated over £15,000 through this system. In England during this era, this was almost equivalent to two years' salary for an ordinary person.

As for whether selling slingshots, wooden swords, and the like to elementary school students was undignified...

Gemini was philosophical about it. Making money was never undignified.

Currently, besides being handsome, he had nothing. It wasn't the time to talk about pride or dignity.

His twenty-plus years of experience from his previous life made it clear to him that only when one was full could they have the strength to stand up and fight for dignity.

"That's five pounds ten pence in total~"

Counting the money he had earned that day, Gemini threw his head back and flopped onto the grass, rolling over contentedly.

Earning five pounds in the morning sounded like a lot, but he wouldn't be able to make much money in the coming days.

The children at the orphanage had very little pocket money, and Gemini had already squeezed most of it out of them. The boys at school had also done business with Gemini to varying degrees, and they were all dirt poor.

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

Perhaps he should make more trips to the neighboring county of Surrey? He heard there were many rich people there, and the children had plenty of pocket money.

"Gemini!"

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out.

Sister Linda came into the yard, looking around for Gemini.

"Here, here! What's up? What is it?"

Getting up from the grass, Gemini walked over to Sister Linda.

"Don't always lie on the grass, you'll get sick." Sister Linda smiled gently, reached out and rubbed Gemini's head, then handed him an envelope. "There's a letter for you. Do you have a pen pal? Or perhaps... you're in love?"

Sister Linda chuckled as she spoke.

"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..." Looking at the address on the parchment envelope, Gemini shrugged. "No 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.

"No stamp, maybe it's someone's prank? Besides, who even uses parchment these days? It's ancient history, isn't it?"

Flipping the envelope over, Gemini saw a wax seal with a crest. A large 'H' was surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

"Wow~ Wow~ Wow..." Gemini raised an eyebrow. "Look what I got..."

Gemini wasn't too surprised by this letter. With his transmigration and system, nothing could cause him much emotional fluctuation anymore—unless it was about making a lot of money.

"Do you know where this is from?" Sister Linda asked Gemini with concern.

"Maybe it's an acceptance letter from some ancient school?" Gemini smiled, not rushing to open the envelope.

"A school?" Sister Linda smiled gently. "I think St. Brutus's would be quite suitable for you, but you're so smart, it's not impossible for other schools to invite you to enroll. Think it over carefully, and let me know if you need any help."

"Thank you, Sister Linda."

Gemini nodded gentlemanly towards Sister Linda and returned to his room, opening the time-worn envelope.

'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Class and Grand Sorcerer of the Order of Merlin, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Fox:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all required books and equipment.

The term begins on September 1st, and we await your owl by July 31st with your reply.'

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