Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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

Well, the thought of a certain white-bearded old man seemed quite common to Lupin.

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

Among them, the United Kingdom is the most famous.

Iger feels that this kind of thing can't actually be blamed on British men. To tell the truth, British girls are generally not as good-looking as boys...

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

Think about it, there are not many beauties in the UK, and the population of the magic 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 did not find any cafes on the left bank of the river, but saw a wizard bar.

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

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

With a calm face, he handed the menu to the waiter beside him, and he touched a golden bean and handed it over: "Tips..."

Lupin only felt the breath of local tyrants blowing towards his face, and the light of gold almost blinded his eyes.

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

"I haven't 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..."

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

Iger also leaned over with a mysterious look and watched Lupin lowered his voice: "Are you a Gryffindor?"

Lupin: "…"

What the **** did Gryffindor teach you? Will Professor McGonagall kill you if she hears this?

Apologize to Gryffindor, okay?

The dishes Iger ordered were served quickly, and after a while, two oysters with garlic paste appeared on the table in front of the two with their steaming aroma.

"It's delicious... It's the first time I've eaten French food. His mother used to cook often at James's house, but..." Lupin recalled the incident and laughed: "She doesn't seem to be very good at cooking..."

"The issue of racial talent, 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 can't speak..."

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

"Of course, there are only three places in the world that people eat: China, France, Turkey..." Iger stretched out three fingers to measure: "Turks pay attention to the combination of spices and ingredients, and French people pay attention to the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves. , Chinese people pay attention... Well, Chinese people don't pay much attention to it, but as long as you eat it, you can study the best way to taste it.

Lupin listened to Iger with a smile on his face, and seemed to be looking forward to it. He pursed his lips lightly as if he was recalling the taste of the oysters just now.

Lupin's behavior was very gentle, but Iger felt uncomfortable for a while. The gentle and elegant man in front of him was discriminated against too much. Although no matter how poor wizards were, they would not be too tight to eat and drink, but there was still no chance to taste better dishes. .

This made Iger feel inexplicably stuck in his heart, not sympathizing with him, but could feel 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 the embarrassed Lupin, he grinned: "Have you ever heard of a half-sized boy eating Lao Tzu?"

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

Half an hour later, Lupin leaned back in his chair, while Iger was still fighting with the food on the table.

At this time, there were already seven or eight plates of foie gras on the table, and a lot of oyster shells. Iger watched the waiter beckon again, turned to look at Lupin and grinned: "Let's have a little more, this thing can't be eaten. full...burp..."

"Enough is enough, really enough..." Lupin signaled to pay the bill, and then Lupin looked at it blankly when he saw Iger stuffed a gold bump the size of his thumb.

He didn't know that Iger had the Philosopher's Stone. This unrestrained and unrestrained way of paying the bill suddenly refreshed Lupin's understanding of the word local tyrant for many years.

"Excess... hiccup... tip~" Sucking Hanako with an angry look, Iger was sent out respectfully by the waiter.

There is no need to determine the authenticity of the gold at all, the weight cannot be fake, and it can be deformed by pinching it hard. It can be said to be a good thing.

A gold ring can easily pay for the meal, Iger just threw out a gold lump.

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

"Don't worry, I only have gold left when I'm poor..." Hao waved his hand inhumanly, Iger's upstart temperament: "I want to do some business when I go back, can you help me take care of it?"

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

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

"I mean people have a deep prejudice against werewolves, not everyone is like you, Iger, you are a good boy, but if I take care of it for you, it will probably have a bad effect..." Lupin Xi Tell Iger the stakes in detail.

"I have this, can't I?" Iger asked, weighing a piece of gold.

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

It's not that no werewolves have thought about doing business properly, but they are basically miserable to be excluded, and no one cares about the shops they open.

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

"Probably not..." Lupin sighed helplessly.

The wizarding world is too prejudiced against werewolves, and this is not a concept that can be reversed by power or money alone.

Iger smacked his lips, then looked at Lupin with his wand and Jin Kela in the other: "So...this, add this, okay?"

Lupin was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up slightly.

Seems like... doable?

Lupin suddenly felt a burst of joy, and a hint of yearning for the future life.

Like Iger said, Lupin is not worried about his identity being squeezed out if he helps Iger manage his business. Then Iger would dare to slap that person's head off!

This is no joke. Many pure blood wizard families in the UK have dirty hands and are more or less killed.

Even in the original book, when Harry liberated Dobby, Lucius subconsciously gave Harry an Avada. It can be seen how worthless human life is in the eyes of some old-fashioned families...

After all, the number of the Ministry of Magic is limited, and it is impossible to take into account the entire territory of England, not to mention a Scotland...

Iger didn't have Lupin's thoughts. He just wanted to give Lupin a good living condition. Such a gracious gentleman should not live in such a poor life.

Iger wants as much gold as he wants, and he really doesn't like how much he can earn from trading...

Since having the Philosopher's Stone, Iger has gotten rid of the pursuit of money. As for the anger that Quirrell has moved his treasury, it's just pure food protection...

Many people have this habit, what you want, I can give you, but I don't give you, you can't rob...

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

Anna's necklace can be engraved with a protective spell. The three Deathly Hallows are all alchemy products. There is no reason why they can't make a gun with unlimited bullets...

Or engrave a spell in the revolver's bullet slot...

For the magic world where the per capita magic level is currently low, this is simply an artifact!

The two walked 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 with small steps. The old man was wearing a simple and comfortable nightgown, and looked at Iger with a smile in his eyes: "Iger Morriss?"

"Yes, who 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 Lemay!" Nicole Lemay stretched out his hand, his voice sounded a little sharp, and 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 palms with enthusiasm, and when he heard a click, the expression of the old man in front of him looked a little painful.

Iger looked blank. Are his hands so brittle?

Behind him, Lupin greeted Nico reservedly, and the old man beckoned for the two of them to enter the room and sit.

Seeing Nicole May so soon was a total surprise for Iger. Iger originally wanted to ask Madame Maxime about Nicole May's whereabouts, but he did not expect to see him as soon as he came to France.

"I've been thinking about whether I can meet this peculiar boy like you in my lifetime, it seems that I'm relatively lucky..." Nicole looked at Iger with a smile and nodded.

Although the old man has gray hair and terrible osteoporosis, he is very energetic, and he does not look like a person who is almost seven hundred years old...

After all, the other seven hundred-year-olds are basically in the soil...

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

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

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

"Yes, I don't need it now. If you need it, I can give it back to you." Iger reached out and took off the necklace, but was stopped by Nicole May.

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

Iger didn't really mind Lupin hearing his conversation, but Lupin listened to what the two said, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned and left slowly.

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

"I don't want to." Iger replied without thinking.

"…"

The old man feels a little dumbfounded, why don't you play 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 very troublesome, it shouldn't be easy, 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?" Nicoleme said cheerfully.

"That's still not learning..."

"..." Nicole May nodded helplessly, don't learn if you don't learn, anyway, there are some who want to learn...

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

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

He took out a huge roasted blue revolver and slapped it on the table in front of him. Iger was excited: "I don't want it to finish its bullets! Or shoot a spell..."

"This is the gun for Muggles...?" Nico picked up the revolver and fiddled with it up and down, and swept the revolver with curious eyes: "How's the power?"

"It's very powerful!" Iger nodded.

The revolver has always been a deadly weapon, a favorite of Muggle police.

Although the revolver is not as powerful as the semi-automatic pistol under the same caliber gun, most revolvers have a larger caliber than the semi-automatic pistol, so they are more powerful, and this Colt is still famous for its power and accuracy. Python type.

"Theoretically...it's possible..." Nicole nodded happily: "This idea is very good, you can try it out, 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 Nicole May: "Grandpa, can you do anything in this situation?"

Nico's dry fingers pinched the wand and placed it in front of his eyes, squinting slightly at the charred tip of the wand: "Wand making is just a very simple branch of alchemy, I can fix it... But with all due respect, even if it is repaired, it will collapse sooner or later under your irritable magic power..."

"Then what should I do?" Egger looked at Nicole LeMay eagerly.

"Not all wizards use Iger with a wand... For example, African wizards cast spells with their bare hands. Our European wizards were only one or two thousand years ago when the magical civilization was in the hands of only a few people. At that time, most wizards cast spells with their bare hands, but Very few people still have some spell-casting tools, and this is also the predecessor of the later wand... wand..."

"But because of its high cost, it cannot be popularized among most wizards, so wands were born later." Nico's eyes seemed to have crossed time and space: "I can help you build a wand, UU reading www. In a sense, the wand of uukanshu.com is just a product of the degeneration of the wand with the changes of the times, so I think the wand should be able to withstand your magic."

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

"With your wand, I'm still short of some gold, about five pounds of mithril, and a gem that is very compatible with magic." Nico said after calculating.

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

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

Iger immediately understood that not only had he seen it, but he had also played it...

Hearing that Dumbledore said that it was made of silver, Iger had always wondered how the hardness of silver came from...

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

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