"It seems that you are a little kinder than I thought."

A few minutes later, Jaminie was having a meal when Hermione sat next to him with a heavy textbook.

Jamini took the napkin and wiped his mouth, then slowly said: "For a man, especially me, kindness is an insulting word."

"Why?" Hermione frowned, her little face full of confusion.

"If there was a girl who was not very good-looking and had no talent, and she confessed to me, how would I refuse her?" asked Jamini.

Hermione shook her head, not sure.

"I would say, you are a good girl, kind-hearted, but we are not suitable."

When Hermione heard this, she immediately giggled. The little girl's movie was like a tumbler, laughing so hard that she leaned back and forth.

Jamini spread his hands innocently: "You can't let me tell her against my conscience: Actually, you are very good-looking and excellent, are you? I have never been good at lying."

"Ph!" Hermione spat softly: "You just like good-looking ones."

Jamini shook his head: "I don't deny this. Everyone has a love for beauty. I don't just like good-looking things. Temperament, knowledge, and ability are also very important. Good-looking things are the same, and interesting souls are selected from thousands of people."

"I'm not saying I'd hate that girl, I just think she's not worthy of me." Jamini shook her head: "From a moral perspective, this is called self-love."

"Hmm?" Hermione tilted her head without comment: "What do you think of Parvati? She looks pretty good."

"I don't like Indian girls."

Hermione opened her mouth in shock: "You are... racial... discriminatory?"

Jamini shook his head: "It's just because of aesthetic reasons. In addition, I hate those superficial people who focus on appearance."

"You just said you like those who are good-looking." Hermione was a little puzzled.

Jamini nodded, spread his hands, and said leisurely: "So, people will become the ones they once hated the most. This is a helpless thing on the road to growth."

After the words came to an end, Hermione, who was standing beside her, suddenly smiled into a furry ball, her long fluffy hair shook and her shoulders shook.

Opposite Jamini, Draco looked at Hermione with disgust, his face full of discomfort, but because Jamini was sitting there and he seemed to have a good relationship with Hermione, it made it a little difficult for him to speak.

There are still many people like this on Slytherin's long table. Gryffindor and Slytherin's students have always been mortal enemies, let alone Hermione or Muggle-born.

Hermione seemed to feel the bad gaze coming from all around her. She did not talk too much with Jamini, and quickly left in a hurry.

"Do you have a good relationship with her?" Draco looked at Jamini with confusion.

"It's pretty good, I'm a friend." Jamini nodded and continued to have lunch: "You seem to have a big opinion of her?"

Draco looked at Jamini in disbelief: "She is a low-level wizard from a Muggle. Why should she be friends with you? And look at her appearance, she looks like a slutty fox."

“This statement is very interesting…”

Jamini ate the last piece of roasted potato on the plate, wiped his mouth leisurely, then put his chin on his hands, supported his handsome cheeks, and chuckled, "You who claim to be the best, but you are talking the most obscene words."

Draco's face froze, but he didn't dare to refute.

"From the beginning of my understanding of the concept of pure blood in the magic world, I had a question." Jamini asked, "How was the first wizard born?"

"After that, I checked the relevant information and asked the old Tom of the Burning Cauldron Bar that everyone talked about the origin of the wizard, but there are only a few."

"First, the descendants of Muggles and magical creatures have inherited a certain amount of magic power. For example, nowadays, isn't mixed-race veva very common? Second, they simply stand out from Muggles and awaken their magic power. Third, they suddenly appear in the world."

Jamini said, sneering, ignoring Draco's pale face, spreading his hands and continuing: "We will regard the third type as well as well as well-documented information, and will not discuss whether these ancestor wizards are pure blood, but even so, another problem cannot be avoided."

"There were very few people who had magical talents at first, and a tribe, ethnic group or society, if they wanted to grow, they could not avoid absorbing foreign populations. Then the problem is, Mr. Malfoy."

Jamini asked with a smile, "Where does the population come from?"

Malfoy sat on the stool in a daze. He had never thought about this kind of problem. In the education he received, he was pure blood, born nobler than other wizards and superior to other wizards.

Jamini did not continue to discuss this topic. Values ​​mainly rely on self-awareness. It is useless to say too much.

"Since you're so proud of your own blood, how about we bet?"

"What are you betting on?" Draco asked.

"Just bet on our final exam this year," Jamini smiled and said, "I bet on Slytherin's freshmen who have scored higher than Miss Granger. Of course, I don't count, how about it?"

Draco's face turned red suddenly, and he felt that he had been humiliated by Jamini: "Where is the bet?"

To be honest, Draco is very smart, his magical talent and grades are pretty good. He doesn't think he will lose to a girl from a Muggle.

"Well... you may not be able to afford it if it is too high, but it will insult your name as the Malfoy family..." Jamini thought for a while, reached out and waved his hand, and fifty gold-shining Garonbili landed on the long table in front of him, immediately attracting a large number of gazes around him.

"How about fifty Gallons?" Jamini asked with a smile.

Fifty Gallons, this is not a small amount. The income of the workers at the bottom of the wizarding world is one month long. Even with the financial resources of the Malfoy family, this is equivalent to Malfoy's pocket money for more than a month.

"I've bet!" Almost without hesitation, Draco responded to the bet.

The movements of the two attracted the attention of other students in the auditorium. Soon, the bet spread throughout the school and caused a lot of controversy.

"How can you gamble?"

After a while, Hermione came to Jamini again and asked angrily: "It's still fifty Gallons. You have only exchanged 500 Gallons in total. If you have such a flower method, you will soon become a pauper. What should you do in the next few years?"

"I thought you were unhappy because I got you in. I'm sorry I couldn't say to you in advance."

Jamini smiled gently: "Thank you very much for your concern, but don't worry about money. I still have more than 700,000 pounds in my deposit. Even if the Galone is spent on my hand, I can continue to exchange it next year."

"Seven hundred thousand pounds?" Hermione opened her mouth in shock: "Where did you get so much money?"

"It's earned from doing business." Jamini said concisely: "So to apologize, if I win the bet, then the winning Garon will be given to you."

Hermione waved her hand quickly: "You trust me so much, I can't thank you yet, and..."

Unconsciously lowered her head, Hermione's face turned rosy: "I heard you bet on him because he said bad things about me. Thank you."

After the words came to an end, Hermione quickly turned around and ran away.
Chapter completed!