Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Click, click, click..."

A group of black big-eyed snitches flew by in groups in mid-air, and the students at the dinner party looked curiously at the golden Tim Gamber above Iger's head.

This year's Hogwarts has a lot of new things, some of which are ancient inheritances from the East, and some are some things that Iger inexplicably fiddled with.

And now, a group of small things like golden snitches appeared in the castle. Although a group of students were curious about what it was, they couldn't ask directly.

Iger did not tell others what these things are used for. After all, in this Western world that values ​​​​privacy and human rights, the existence of such things as monitors is really disgusting.

And once the Ministry of Magic knows about it and asks you for it in the name of serving the people, will you give it or not.

Give it, not happy.

Don't give it up, people will take advantage of this to attack you, and pick your soft spots to attack.

To be reasonable, Iger still loves birds... feathers very much, and being able to maintain a glorious image is of great benefit to him.

Iger can kill a bitch, but not a bunch of bitches.

For the time being, it can only be declared as a new pet.

Anyway, there are all kinds of weird things in the wizarding world...

Another month of calm passed, and Iger suddenly received a package from France, which was delivered by Dumbledore.

Accompanying it was a letter from Nicole Flamel the Elder.

It probably means that the old man took his wife to find another place to live in seclusion, and asked Iger not to disturb him in the future. He wanted to spend his old age quietly.

But in contrast, he sent a very thick notebook, twice as thick as the notebook Rowena gave Iger.

The notebook records all the old man's experience and knowledge of alchemy in the past seven hundred years, and the gift is not insignificant.

What the letter said was that some mainstream alchemy methods were engraved by the old man in the form of magic, and Iger could learn them quickly, but Iger had to look at the notes and study on the branch.

As for if Iger is really unwilling to learn alchemy,

Just keep it for him, and Iger will hand it over to the other party when there is a suitable candidate.

Iger had mixed feelings after reading the old man's letter.

He still has a strong interest in alchemy, although his lazy cancer is more serious...

However, the old man actually manifested all these things in the form of magic, which naturally meant a different gift to Iger.

The old man looked like he left the mantle to himself.

Of course, it could just be that he has no other suitable candidates...

But in any case, the old man's intentions have already been placed here, and it is impossible for Iger to wave his hand and say no to learning lightly.

Let's take a look...

For Iger, learning this sort of thing is toxic.

Because when you have no interest in it, it is like a beautiful woman, making you want to sleep...

But once you become interested in it, you will find that this beauty has turned into a computer, making you addicted to it unconsciously and unable to extricate yourself...

This proves that women are still inferior to computers...

For more than a month, Iger has been obsessed with the notebook left by Nicole Flamel and cannot extricate himself.

An alchemy experience with almost full theoretical and empirical skill points, and a soul from the 21st century with an open mind.

What kind of sparks will there be when the two collide?

There is a magic carpet in front of Iger, which is sponsored by Youmengyu.

It's an ordinary magic carpet, but it's not going to be ordinary anytime soon.

Iger looked at the sharp scissors in his hand, wiped the scissors and went down. The magic carpet was cut into a shawl by Iger, and he put the magic carpet on his shoulders. roof.

bang bang...

On the roof, a thin body swayed, and Iger stuck his head in the roof...

"Are you okay?" Huang Hua bouncing down on the desk, raised his head and looked at Iger curiously.

"Horn..." Iger's voice was intermittent.

"What's the matter?" Huang Hua tilted his head.

"its stuck…"

"..."

The magic carpet is a product of alchemy, and the broomstick is also a product of alchemy. It is essentially a combination of the inscription of flying spells and some other knowledge.

There are not many alchemists in the magic world, at least every developer of the broomstick processing factory can be counted as an alchemist.

See, the bar is just that low.

But relatively, since Hogwarts does not have alchemy as a subject, there have been fewer and fewer outstanding alchemists in the UK over the years.

The fundamental result is that British broom manufacturers are turned into scum by foreign broom factories...

For so many years, the two manufacturers of Comet and Sweep have been fighting each other frantically throughout the UK, and then Nimbus and Firebolt walked by inadvertently and kicked the two dead dogs.

Comet: Do you dare to kick me? See if I don't kill Sweep!

Sweeping: Do you dare to kick me? See if I don't kill the comet!

Occasionally, the two manufacturers just put new casings on the old engines, and then fought a price war with imported goods.

Iger felt that these broomstick manufacturers were really similar to some domestic motorcycle manufacturers in the previous life.

Kawasaki: I speed up fast!

Domestic manufacturers: I am cheap!

Harley: I have a big displacement!

Domestic manufacturers: I am cheap!

BMW: My quality is good!

Domestic manufacturers: I am cheap!

Comet and Sweep have been following the same routine for more than 30 years: we are cheap!

When a series of large-scale trade products of Light Wheel squeezed into the market, Comet Company waved a big hand: Where are the designers? Come on, replace the 260 with a stick, we are going to release a new one too!

2333…

In the end, when it was discovered that everyone didn't buy it, the two manufacturers once again raised the patriotic banner: "Hey, support domestic production, dear friends..."

In fact, it’s okay here in the UK. Iger even heard from You Mengyu that in Russian magic schools, many students play Quidditch by riding trees...

When Iger heard it, the black question mark on his face...

Excuse me?

Even Aisha told Iger that due to the growing territory of Muggles in recent years, the Ministry of Magic even wants to cancel the right to fly on the broom...

Whether it is policy or development, this is the weakness of the United Kingdom. Iger feels that the development of the British broom is not good. The Ministry of Magic has to bear the blame...

(No mapping, Gou Tou Bao Ming 2333...)

But to be fair, alchemy originated in the generation of ancient Egypt and ancient Greece, and the best development in the past millennium is only the generation at the junction of the European and African plates. It is like letting a British wizard playing with a magic wand suddenly play Chinese spells. Without that culture The bottom line, just writing Chinese characters can drive more than half of you crazy...

But since the development of the broom is not very optimistic, Iger does not intend to forcibly change anything.

Just kidding, I'm a landlord, okay?

I'm a damn capitalist!

What is the color of capitalism? Benefit!

Flying broomsticks are not their own property, and Iger is not in the mood to care about their good or bad, but Iger is now planning to build his own industry and hold it firmly in his hands.

He wants to make a big cloak of the same style as Doctor Strange...

that's the kind of...

Doctor Strange: I want a hammer, I want to anal him!

Cloak: No, you don't want to, take the cage honestly.

Doctor Strange: No, I can't beat him!

Cloak: Get out of the way, don't hinder labor and management from winning the MVP!

Doctor Strange: What do I need?

Cloak: Just draw a circle and send me there!

God-level cloak, King Kong is not bad, but he always has his own ideas...

Such a cloak...

It should be able to sell for a lot of money, right?

The notes given by the old man recorded many self-made methods on brooms and magic carpets, including some improvement methods that the old man guessed.

But those are not what Iger wants to pay attention to. Iger wants to know now, how to make a god-level cloak?

The method of cutting the magic carpet seemed inappropriate. Iger spent a long time trying to pull his head out of the wall, and finally remembered that he was a wizard, and escaped by apparating...

The reason why I have to make cloaks is that Iger is really not purely for making money, although this statement sounds a little untrue.

However, in my impression, Doctor Strange's cloak is really a kind of magical weapon that takes you flying.

So Iger thinks, at least Hermione and Aisha should be one for each other, right?

In case they encountered any danger when they were not around, the cloak might be of good use.

Suddenly, Iger remembered something. I remembered that in the original book, the Weasley twins also made anti-curse hats. As long as you stare at each other's eyes, the other party's curse will return to the caster.

As soon as he slapped his thigh, Iger immediately said, I want this skill too!

Ever since, the twin brothers also joined Iger's alchemy research study group.

"Sounds like a lot of fun..." Fred said.

Don't look at the various pitfalls and unreliability of the twins on weekdays. In fact, the two of them have very good academic performance, otherwise they wouldn't be able to die under the nose of Professor McGonagall without being killed by an older cat girl for so many years...

At least in terms of ordinary spells and potions, the basic skills of the twins are already very solid, and even some potions that they only learned in senior grades can be easily debugged by both of them.

Although it took so much effort for the two of them to choose an aging agent during the Goblet of Fire, in fact, the aging agent is not what students of Iger's age should learn at all.

And why did he learn this...

That's because Snape's lessons all depend on his mood, as for how to teach, it doesn't matter if he doesn't say...

Therefore, in the work of researching the cloak, Iger found that these two people really know as much about magic as they do.

"Don't use the illusion potion boss, cast the spell directly, the potion will lose its effect, but the spell will never fade!" Fred said lazily, stopping Iger's behavior.

Iger suddenly felt that without this violent magic power, he would be a younger brother...

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. The three of them have been soaking in the Room of Response almost all the time except for class time, and more than half of their work has been completed.

"Now we have all the abilities... Illusion Charm, Flying Charm, Warm-up Charm, Ultimate Protection, Armor Protection, and the anti-destruction spell cast by the boss three to five times..." George looked at a piece of paper in his hand Whispering, there was a stone dummy not far in front of him, and the stone was covered with the semi-finished product that several people worked hard for a month.

Iger looked at the cloak and nodded slightly.

For this cloak, he went to the principal's office to borrow Voldemort's lamp from Dumbledore.

Under the supervision of Dumbledore, Iger successfully learned the protection method of the Horcrux from Voldemort. Voldemort seemed very happy that Iger came to learn from him. It seems that being able to teach Iger a lesson is a very proud thing for him.

After being confirmed by Dumbledore, Iger applied those spells to the cloak.

It is no exaggeration to say that this cloak is now perfect except for the lack of invisibility cloak effect and independent personality.

Even now, if Iger sells this cloak, Iger will not sell it without five hundred Galleons.

Five hundred Galleons, the price of a Firebolt...

The cloak on the stone statue looks plain at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is actually quite plain. It is just a simple black cloak, and the buttons of the cloak are all thumb-sized small looking glasses, which can promptly detect nearby unruly things for the user. people.

But a simple and plain black cloak is the result of three people's hard work for a month.

"The last boss..." Fred patted Iger on the shoulder: "Additional personality, I leave it to you."

Iger nodded, stepped forward and slowly took out the staff from his arms and tapped it on the cloak.

This time, he didn't plan to recklessly attach memory anymore, he just planned to imprint his personality on it.

And even if it only imprints personality, Iger will only imprint some positive energy aspects, and Iger does not intend to imprint other aspects.

What if this thing is sold in batches in the future, and one unhappy buyer strangles the buyer to death?

Pursing his lips slightly, Iger said softly: "In the name of Iger Morrisseys..."

"I swear in the name of vicious eggs... we're going to get rich..." Fred whispered in George's ear, and George nodded empathetically.

The only regrettable point of this cloak is that it does not have the effect of an invisibility cloak, it can only be attached with a second-level illusion spell, and there is no magic rebound effect.

The Iron Armor Curse can rebound, but the rebound direction is not fixed, and it is easy to accidentally injure friendly troops, so the Iron Armor Curse cast by Iger on it is less effective. Fortunately, there are other protective magics.

But it's not without any advantages. The biggest advantage of the cloak is that it has personality, but it has no idea.

Just like a broomstick, it can fly, but how to fly still depends on the user's control, so the cloak will be very obedient.

There was a clattering sound, as if the curtains were being lifted, resounding in the ears of several people. In front of Iger, a large black cloak unfolded quietly in front of Iger without wind.

The cloak quietly floated in front of Iger, the collar was slightly crooked, as if looking at Iger, and then gently stretched out a corner of the clothes.

"It wants to shake your hand..."

Fred whispered.

Iger stretched out his hand, shook the cloak with a smile, and the cloak was immediately covered. In the next second, the black cloak on Iger's body was thrown out like a broken sack under the magic cloak, and fell powerlessly on the ground. on the ground.

Iger: "..."

twin:"……"

"I feel disgusted." Fred grinned.

George snorted: "We guessed wrong, this cloak seems to have a mind of its own..."