Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Lupine was also a little helpless, although this kind of thing is not common in the British magic world...

Well, the thought of some old man with a white beard seemed quite common to Lupine too.

The three most corrupt countries in Europe, Britain, Germany, Italy...

Among them, the United Kingdom is the most famous.

Iger feels that British men cannot be blamed for this kind of thing. To be honest, British girls are generally not as good-looking as boys...

So sometimes Iger is not incomprehensible to this kind of thing.

Think about it, there are not many beauties in the whole of Britain, and the population of the wizarding world is even more pitiful, how many beauties can there be?

This fact is no wonder Dumbledore...

Iger was not in a hurry to go to the safe house, but just wandered around with Lupin. The two also went to the Seine River. Unfortunately, Iger didn't find any cafes on the left bank of the river, but he saw a wizard bar.

The two found a nice Muggle restaurant and sat down, and Iger grabbed the menu casually.

"Two garlic oysters, one salt-baked snail, two pan-fried foie gras, two baguettes, that's all..."

With a calm face, he handed the menu to the waiter at the side, touched a golden bean and handed it over: "Tip..."

Lupine could only feel the breath of a local tyrant rushing towards his face, and the light of gold almost blinded his eyes.

"You seem to be familiar with this place? Have you been here?" Lupine looked at Iger in surprise.

"I have never been here, but as long as you have money, the whole world is your home..." Iger grinned: "For wizards, it is not difficult to get money in the Muggle world..."

Lupine was a little surprised by Iger's words, leaned over and lowered his voice: "But many of them are illegal..."

Iger also leaned over to look at Lupine with a mysterious face and lowered his voice: "Are you a Gryffindor?"

Lupine: "..."

What the fuck Gryffindor taught you? Professor McGonagall will kill you if he hears that, right?

Apologize to Gryffindor, will you?

The dishes Iger ordered arrived quickly,

After a while, two servings of garlic oysters appeared on the table in front of them with a steaming aroma.

"It's delicious... It's the first time I've tasted French food. His mother used to cook a lot at James's house, but..." Lupine laughed as he recalled what happened back then: "She doesn't seem to be very good at cooking..."

"The issue of racial talent is like these French guys are not good at speaking English." Iger spread his hands: "Although I'm not sure whether they don't want to speak or they can't speak..."

Lupine slowly put the white and tender oysters into his mouth, and nodded slightly: "It's delicious, and the standard of French cuisine is indeed very high."

"Of course, there are only three places in the world that can be considered edible: China, France, and Turkey..." Iger stretched out three fingers to measure: "Turks pay attention to the combination of spices and ingredients, and the French pay attention to the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves. , Chinese people are particular about... well, Chinese people don't pay much attention to it, but as long as it is eaten, they can research the best way to eat it. It is delicious in color, fragrance, and taste. This is their standard requirement for food..."

Lupine listened to Iger's words with a smile on his face, and seemed to be looking forward to it. He pursed his lips lightly, as if he was reminiscing about the taste of the oysters just now.

Lupine's behavior was very gentlemanly, but it made Iger feel uncomfortable. The gentle and elegant man in front of him has been discriminated against too much. Although poor wizards are not afraid to eat and drink, there is still no chance to taste better dishes. .

This made Iger feel inexplicably panicked in his heart, not sympathizing with him, but feeling the bitterness of the other party's experience.

"Waiter!" Iger looked at the male waiter in the distance and waved: "Ten more oysters, thank you."

Turning his head to look at Lu Ping, who was a little embarrassed, he grinned: "Have you ever heard that a half-grown man eats me to death?"

"You should eat more at your age..." Lupine nodded reservedly.

Half an hour later, Lupine was leaning back in his chair, facing Iger, who was still struggling with the food on the table.

At this time, seven or eight plates of foie gras and oyster shells were piled up on the table. Iger saw the waiter waving again, turned his head to look at Lupine and grinned: "Let's have some more, this thing is not edible." full... burp..."

"Enough is enough, enough is enough..." Lupine signaled to pay the bill, and then saw Iger stuffing a golden bump the size of a thumb, and Lupine looked at it blankly.

He didn't know that Iger had the Philosopher's Stone, and this bold and unrestrained way of paying suddenly refreshed Lupine's cognition of the word "tyrant" for many years.

"Excess... hiccup... tip~" Iger was sent out respectfully by the waiter with a smug expression on his face.

There is no need to confirm the authenticity of the gold, the weight cannot be fake, and it can be deformed when pinched hard, which can be said to be a good product.

A gold ring can easily cover the meal money, and Iger casually threw out a golden lump.

"Iger, the way you spend money..." Lupine looked at Iger hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I'm poor and only gold is left..." Hao inhumanely waved his hand, and Iger had the temperament of a nouveau riche: "I still want to do some business when I go back, can you help me take care of it?"

"Can you?" Lupine looked at Iger in surprise.

"Of course, why not?" Iger looked at Lupine blankly.

"I mean people have a deep prejudice against werewolves, not everyone is like you, Iger, you are a good boy, but if I help you take care of it, it may cause bad influence..." Lupine carefully Tell Iger the stakes in detail.

"I have this, can't it work?" Iger asked as he stretched out his hand and weighed a piece of gold.

"I'm afraid it won't work..." Lupine shook his head slightly.

It's not that there are werewolves who have thought about doing business legitimately, but they are basically squeezed out, and no one cares about the shops they open.

"What about this?" Iger sneered and raised his wand.

"Probably not..." Lupine sighed helplessly.

The prejudice against werewolves in the magic world is too deep, and this is not a concept that can be reversed by power or money alone.

Iger smacked his lips, then looked at Lupine with a wand in one hand and gold in the other: "So... this, plus this, okay?"

Lupine froze for a moment, then his eyes lit up slightly.

Seems like... doable?

Lupine suddenly felt a burst of joy, as well as a hint of longing for the future life.

Like what Iger said, if Lupine helped Iger manage his business, he didn't worry about being squeezed out of his identity. Unlike Dumbledore, who was very principled, if anyone dared to threaten Iger's assets, Then Iger would dare to blow that person's head off!

This is really not a joke. Many pure-blood wizard families in the UK have dirty hands, and their lives are more or less stained.

Even in the original book, when Harry liberated Dobby, Lucius subconsciously wanted to give Harry an Avada. It can be seen how worthless human life is in the eyes of some conservative families...

After all, the number of people in the Ministry of Magic is limited, and it is impossible to take into account the entire territory of England, let alone Scotland...

Iger didn't have Lupine's thoughts. He just wanted to give Lupine a good living condition tactfully. Such a gentleman should not live so poorly.

Gold is something Iger wants as much as he wants, and he really doesn't like the little he earns from trading...

Ever since he had the Philosopher's Stone, Iger has gotten rid of the pursuit of money. As for the anger at Quirrell for moving his treasury, it's just pure food protection...

Many people have this habit, I can give you what you want, but if I don't give it to you, you can't grab it...

Now Iger's mind has been put on the other side... He wants to ask Nicole Flamel to modify the pistol that Chris gave him.

Anna's necklace can be engraved with a protective spell, and the three Deathly Hallows are all products of alchemy. There is no reason why a gun with unlimited bullets cannot be made...

Or engrave a spell on the bullet slot of the revolver...

For the magic world where the per capita level of magic is currently low, this is simply a magic weapon!

The two came all the way to the door of the safe house provided by Dumbledore, pushed open the somewhat dilapidated door, and Iger knocked on the door: "Hello, may I ask... is there anyone?"

Soon, footsteps sounded, and a thin white-haired old man stepped out in small steps. The old man was wearing a simple and comfortable nightgown, and looked at Iger with a smile in his eyes: "Iger Morrissey?"

"Yes, are you...?" Iger looked curiously at the little old man in front of him, secretly guessing who was older, the old man or Dumbledore.

"Ah...Nick Flamel!" Nicole May stretched out his hand, his voice sounded a bit shrill, and he looked at Iger with a smile on his face.

Well, you are older...

"Ah! Hello, grandpa!" Iger immediately stretched out his hands to hold Nico's skinny palm with enthusiasm, and then heard a click, and the expression of the old man in front of him looked a little painful.

Iger looked blank, are his hands so fragile?

Behind him, Lupine reservedly greeted Nico, and the old man beckoned them to come in and sit down.

It was a surprise to Iger to see Nicole Flamel so soon. Iger originally wanted to ask Mrs. Maxime about the whereabouts of Nicole Flamel, but he did not expect to see him as soon as he came to France.

"I've been wondering whether I will be able to meet this peculiar boy like you in my lifetime. It seems that I am quite lucky..." Nicole looked at Iger with a smile and nodded.

Although the old man's hair is gray and his bones are frighteningly weak, he is very energetic. He doesn't look like a man who is almost seven hundred years old at all...

After all, the other 700-year-old people are basically in the soil...

"I heard from Albus that you are going to Albania?" Nicole May looked Iger up and down.

"Yes, let's catch the snake..." Iger grinned.

Nico nodded, and he didn't seem to think too much about this kind of thing: "Is that stone still on you?"

"Yes, I don't need it anymore. If you need it, I can return it to you." Iger reached out to take off the necklace, but was stopped by Nicolas May.

"No need, no need..." Nicole looked at Iger cheerfully: "I have lived long enough, I have lived enough, and I still have a lot of potions left, which is enough for me to live safely for a long time. "

Iger didn't really mind that Lupine heard his conversation, but Lupine's eyes moved slightly when he heard what the two said, and he turned and left slowly.

Nico looked Iger up and down, marveled, and then looked at Iger with a smile: "Do you want to learn alchemy?"

"No." Iger replied without thinking.

"..."

The old man feels a little dumbfounded, why don't you play your cards according to the routine?

Didn't Albus say that this is a good boy who is serious and studious?

"Why? Alchemy is such an interesting knowledge..." Nicole May looked at Iger in surprise.

"It's so troublesome, it shouldn't be simple, right?" Iger blinked his eyes.

"Of course it won't be easy. Just look at your Philosopher's Stone. How many are there in the world?" Nicolas said cheerfully.

"Then I still don't learn..."

"..." Nicolas nodded helplessly. If you don't want to learn, don't learn. Anyway, what you want to learn is...

"Can I ask you to make something for me?" Iger looked at the old man in front of him eagerly, and asked, licking his face.

"Of course, what do you want to do?" Nico asked looking at Iger.

He casually took out a huge grilled blue revolver and slapped it on the table in front of him. Iger looked excited: "I want it to never run out of bullets! Or it can shoot a spell..."

"This is the Muggle gun...?" Nico picked up the revolver and flicked it up and down, his curious eyes swept over the revolver: "How powerful is it?"

"It's very powerful!" Iger nodded.

The revolver has always been a deadly weapon and is a favorite of Muggle policemen to wear.

Although the guns of the same caliber, the revolver is not as powerful as the semi-automatic pistol, but the caliber of most revolvers is larger than the caliber of the semi-automatic pistol, so it is more powerful, and this Colt is still famous for its power and accuracy Python type.

"Theoretically...it's possible..." Nicole nodded cheerfully: "This idea is very good, you can try it, it will take about two or three days, can you wait?"

"Of course! By the way, there is one more thing..." Iger reached out and took out his wand and handed it to Nicolas: "Grandpa, is there anything you can do about this situation?"

Nico's dry fingers pinched the wand and carefully placed it in front of his eyes. Looking at the scorched tip of the wand, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Making wands is just a very simple branch of alchemy, I can repair it... But with all due respect, even if it is repaired, under your violent magic power, it will still collapse sooner or later..."

"Then what should I do?" Iger looked at Nicole Flamel eagerly.

"Not all wizards use magic wands...For example, wizards in Africa cast spells with bare hands. Our European wizards were in the era when magic civilization was only in the hands of a few people one or two thousand years ago. At that time, most wizards cast spells with bare hands, but A very small number of people still have some spell-casting props, and this is also the predecessor of the later wand... the wand..."

"But because of its high cost, it couldn't be popularized among most wizards, so the magic wand was born later." Nicole's eyes seemed as far away as across time and space: "I can help you build a magic wand. The magic wand has some meaning Generally speaking, it is just a product of the degradation of the staff following the changes of the times, so I think the staff should be able to withstand your magic power."

"What do you need?" Iger asked without hesitation.

"With your wand, I still need some gold, about five pounds of mithril, and a gemstone that is very compatible with magic." Nico said with calculations.

Taking off the Philosopher's Stone and taking out a pile of gold, Iger looked at Nico: "What is Mithril?"

"I think you must have seen Gryffindor's sword?" Nicol raised his eyes.

Iger suddenly understood, not only saw it, but also played it...

Hearing that Dumbledore said it was made of silver, Iger has always wondered where the silver has such a strong hardness...

"Where is that thing?" Iger looked at the old man in front of him.

"The forging method of that thing has always been in the hands of the goblins, so..."