The days flew by, and before long, the Christmas holiday was over.
The moment Hermione returned to school and saw Gemini, she stepped forward and gave him a big hug.
"Thank you for the quill." Hermione released Gemini, her little face flushed red. "It must have been expensive, right?"
"Not expensive. It was made from chicken feathers, only one Knut." Gemini spread his hands.
"I don't believe you. One Knut probably wouldn't even buy a nib." Hermione said coquettishly, unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "The nib is gold."
"Really? I thought it was brass!" Gemini said in surprise.
Beside Gemini, Adria looked at Hermione with extreme gloom. If looks could turn into weapons, Hermione would have been riddled with holes by now.
Adria kept herself very humble around Gemini, but she would not act the same way around Hermione.
The eldest daughter of a Pure-blood family, beautiful and outstanding in her studies—at this moment, Hermione looked like an ugly little beaver in Adria's eyes.
"And I'm guessing it's a Phoenix Feather."
"Wrong, it's turkey." Gemini spread his hands. "The kitchen made a hundred turkeys at Christmas. There were feathers all over the floor, so I picked the brightest one."
"Turkey feathers are black!" Hermione looked at Gemini in amusement, then gave a soft huff, seemingly displeased that he was fooling her like this. "That was a quill you picked out yourself. Didn't you know? It can be used as a wand."
"It can be used like that?" Gemini's eyes widened.
"If it has a Phoenix Feather and a metal barrel, it can temporarily serve as a wand." Adria spoke softly, her pale little fists clenched tightly. The instant Hermione took out the quill, Adria's eyes had gone red.
"Long rods made with wand cores and metal can