Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger has always had a bad impression of fairies, and this kind of creature with no kindness by nature made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

For them, anything can be weighed on the balance, including conscience.

All the way to Gringotts in France, Iger casually walked to the counter in the middle, looking at the goblins who were busy fiddling with money.

"Goblin, talk about a business?" Iger was lying on the counter looking at the ugly and old goblin in front of him, and Lupin's heart jumped when he heard Iger's name for the goblin behind him.

The goblin didn't care about the rudeness of Iger's name. Instead, he grinned, and his small eyes were shining. The word "business" was more tempting to them than anything else.

"Tibo is honored to serve you, distinguished guest... What do you want?" Tibo raised the delicate glasses on his face and looked at Iger.

"Mithril..." Iger grinned. As he often went to Gringotts to get pocket money, Iger knew these goblins too well. As long as it was good, he wouldn't care if you called him his son.

Tiber hesitated for a moment, then raised his head to look at Iger: "What do you have?"

"Gold..." Iger's voice softly tempted: "A lot of... gold..."

When the words fell, Iger could feel the breath of the opposite goblin suddenly quickened. Tiber hesitated for a while: "Five for one, don't think that Mr. Gui, although our goblins are greedy, honesty is the best."

Five grams of gold is exchanged for one gram of mithril. Mithril is the secret legend of fairies. In Tiber's view, five for one is fair.

"When did goblins deserve to talk about integrity? One for one!" Iger sneered and stretched out a finger: "I know that there are many goblins outside of your group. As long as you pay attention, you can always find those two traitors. I'm not particularly anxious."

That being said, but in fact so far, many wizards have exchanged mithril from goblins, but they have never exchanged the method of forging mithril.

"This can't be done, sir. Mithril itself is worth less than gold. In addition to its significance to us fairies, the concession I can make is four for one." Tiber said hesitantly.

"I want no less than ten pounds of mithril, old guy... Two for one!" Iger snorted.

ten pounds...

Tiber narrowed his eyes and thought secretly. For gold trading, this is already a very big deal. If it is for future business contact, the best way is to retreat a little bit. Although Mithril is a fairy It's not a secret, but if you really want to get it, it's not particularly difficult...

"One gram of mithril for three grams of gold! This is really our bottom line!" Tiber's face was a little solemn, and he didn't seem to be lying.

"Deal!" Iger clapped his hands.

"Please wait..." Tiber jumped off the high stool, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the vault on the side, ten minutes later, the old guy came over with a big box, looked at Iger and laughed: " This is twelve pounds of mithril, do you have the strength to eat it?"

The old goblin opened the box, and a piece of silver shiny metal appeared in front of Iger.

Iger didn't ask whether it was true or not, and took out a pile of gold from his arms and put it in front of the old goblin: "These should be almost enough."

A few minutes later, Tib finished weighing the gold with satisfaction, signaling the end of the transaction, and Iger happily put Mithril into his arms.

"Nice transaction, Mr. Morriss..." Tiber laughed cheerfully.

"You know me?" Iger looked at the old goblin in front of him curiously.

"Of course, there is not much silence in this era, and every time it appears, it will attract special attention..." Tiber nodded.

"Oh~ that's right..." Iger laughed weirdly, and then his head fell to the ground with a very painful face, and black air burst out from his body: "No! My silence broke out... You guys are quick run!"

Tiber looked at the raging black fog in front of him with a shocked expression, and then looked at the monstrous black fog in front of him. In just an instant, the entire hall was filled with black fog, and the exquisite chandeliers and luxurious decorations were instantly transformed. For fly ash.

The panicked cries of the goblins and the guests could be heard vaguely in the distance. Tiber's face suddenly turned pale, and he screamed: "Stop! Stop!"

"No, I can't control it, this thing is too powerful..." Iger's voice is still coming: "Just think of a way to stop me!"

Tiber instantly understood what Iger meant...

Immediately, a monstrous sadness rose from the bottom of my heart, your heart is too dark!

In the black fog, Lupin looked strangely at the black fog that was raging but not at all close to him, and was silent, not knowing what to say.

"Two for one!" Tiber's miserable voice came.

"I'm about to lose... consciousness..." Iger's voice sounded a little painful.

"One for one!" Tiber cried.

"Uh... I want... No way..." Iger's voice was intermittent.

"Send you! Send you!" Tiber shouted furiously, throwing the gold into the black fog: "Please, stop!"

Tiber had no doubt that if he held the gold again, the black mist in front of him would definitely swallow him up in an instant.

With a sound of 'shuh', the building debris flying in the air fell to the ground in an instant, and the black fog that filled the sky disappeared without a trace. No one was hurt by the big movement.

Iger smiled. Transforming with the Philosopher's Stone is different from transforming without the Philosopher's Stone.

Transformed with the Philosopher's Stone, whoever Iger wants to die will die.

If you don't bring the Philosopher's Stone, you'll have to die!

"Good man!" Iger didn't wait for Tiber to react, he grabbed Tiber's hand and looked around: "I'm sorry, I accidentally broke out in silence today, but I would like to thank Mr. Tiber for his gift I gave ten pounds of mithril and his encouragement to me, which calmed my restless heart in time, so that the tragedy did not happen!"

"So I must express my gratitude to Mr. Tiber!" Iger flicked his wand, and a pennant suddenly floated in the air. The golden letters on the pennant shone brightly: Help the needy and help the poor!

One draped the pennant over Tiber, and Iger waved the wand in his hand, and the venue suddenly became turbulent. Countless pieces of debris reconstituted tables and chairs, and the chandeliers on the ceiling also flew back to their original positions. , all the items returned to their previous positions and became as good as before, and then Tiber saw that Iger was grabbing Lupin's arm and disappeared with a 'pop'...

After a long time, Tib, who had recovered his senses, looked at the wizards who applauded him in front of him, only to feel that his heart was bleeding.

Too cruel!

Gold on the market today is expensive, not to mention the value of more than 30 pounds of gold!

And also gave away a piece of mithril...

A 'pop' appeared in the safe house, and Lupin frowned and looked like Iger: "Iger, it's not good to do this...isn't it?"

"What's wrong..." Iger didn't realize it at all, he took out mithril from his arms and put it on the table: "Actually... If he doesn't mention this, I really can't think of it, but don't worry, change it. Their words will only be darker than me, and those **** goblins are far more skilled than me."

"Aren't you afraid that someone will use this to criticize you? Control you?" Lupin looked at Iger worriedly.

"Of course I'm afraid..." Iger nodded, then smiled strangely: "But when I'm scared, I can't help but transform..."

Lupin: "..."

What the **** is this feeling of being beaten by a monkey?

When you co-author, you are sure that you are silent and no one dares to touch you?

Lupin also felt quite helpless, knowing that Iger was silently, but so far, there is really no successful way to deal with silently in the magic world.

The best way is to sneak attack when the opponent is not transformed, but it is not useful to Iger...

Transformed, still can't beat him...

In desperation, Lupin could only stop thinking about this matter, anyway, no one cares about the life and death of the fairies...

In fact, this is also the case. If Iger traps any family in the magical world, someone will definitely attack him, but if the target of the trap is a goblin, even the local French Ministry of Magic will not care...

Even if conditions permit, they will take advantage of the group of goblins who want money.

The existence of fairies is not as respected as veelas or mermen, and most wizards hate fairies more than centaurs.

Centaurs are hated by wizards because of their inexplicable pride. They have four hooves and are called human foals. They can only use a little superficial magic to go crazy...

And fairies are hated because of their boundless greed and dangerous and cruel nature.

"Grandpa, do you think it's this thing?" Iger took out the mithril from his arms and put it on the table.

Nicole Lemay nodded as soon as he picked it up: "It's really mithril, this thing is very light, you see it's about the size of a Quaffle, but it only weighs about ten pounds, so it's the same weight as other metals. It's almost impossible."

"How long will it take to complete?" Iger looked at the mithril in Nico's hand with short breaths.

"With your pistol, the two will take a total of ** days..." Nicole calculated, then turned to look at Iger: "What style of staff do you want?"

"Can you choose this yourself?" Iger was excited.

"Of course, many are even made of wood, but considering your grumpy magic, I still choose metal..." Nico nodded.

"I want to look more suitable for young people, youthful, not like a scepter, preferably a little sporty, if you can defend yourself like a weapon, that's even better..." Iger thought for a while and said.

"I see..." Nicole May nodded and went back to the room thoughtfully.

Iger grinned, yearning for his new staff.

"We live here these few days?" Lupin looked at Iger curiously.

"Otherwise?" Iger shrugged: "But we can still choose how to spend the daytime..."

"I don't recommend you go out to Iger..." Lupin shook his head slightly: "Your identity itself is very sensitive, and now you have no wand and no pistol..."

Facing Lupin's gaze, Iger hooked his fingers with a smile, and the water glass on the side suddenly floated up, and then Iger clenched his fist violently, and the water glass was suddenly squeezed into pieces by an inexplicable force.

"As long as I don't encounter monsters like Dumbledore, whether there is a magic wand doesn't mean much to me..." Iger smacked his lips, the magic stone had been handed over to Nicole May to make a wand, and now he has more magic power It's going to overflow...

"You're right..." Lupin glanced straight at the broken water glass, then silently followed behind Iger and turned away.

Two hours later, the two of them, who had changed their outfits, were walking on the streets of Paris.

It is said that people depend on clothes. Iger thinks this is true. Since Lupin changed into a casual suit and a Cartier watch, the eyes of the women passing by will basically swept over the two of them, even some bold ones. The girl will also hand over her phone number enthusiastically, and jealousy will make Egger's wall separate.

Of course, this is mainly because of Lupin's own good looks, and after Iger dragged him to change his clothes and cut his hair, he became a monk like a Tang Dynasty, and all the banshees on the street wanted to take a bite Tang monk meat...

Iger was Lupin, and he had already taken the beauties to the hotel to give them a taste of the Shaolin stick method...

Every time after receiving the phone number of the other party, Lupin will put it in the bag with a reserved face, and look at the girl with a gentle smile, which causes every girl who leaves to let out a burst of intoxicated screams.

Iger is a little blind, is it so charming?

It wasn't until a long time later that Iger realized why no one gave him a phone number...

An old grandmother was walking with her granddaughter on the street. The beautiful girl doll approached Iger affectionately as soon as she saw Iger, and then the old grandmother opposite looked at Lupin and said, "Sir, your son is as handsome as you..."

Iger was messed up after hearing this, looked at Lupin's blond hair, and then looked at his own blond hair, Iger suddenly fell into contemplation.

Co-authoring the handsome guy alliance in my eyes is a man in the eyes of others, right?

It's too much of a loss to be a son for a long time, right?

So those girls just looked at Lupin as a handsome and mature single father?

Don't ask why you're single, because most married men don't have time to take care of such a decent...

And the French seem to have a gift for always accurately identifying whether a person is married or not.

"Let's go separately!"

A few minutes later, Iger looked at Lupin with a serious face, he was really fed up~www.wuxiahere.com~ The little girl passing by never gave him his phone number, and occasionally one or two wanted to strike up a conversation. Yes, and always hurried away after glancing at Lupin.

After all, a girl who is as open as France has no reason to strike up a conversation with her child in front of her father...

"Unfortunately, Dumbledore's mission for me is to follow you all the time." Lupin looked at Iger and smiled slyly.

"Remus, you are already a man in his forties, it's time to learn to fall in love." Iger looked at the man in front of him with a serious look.

"I'm a werewolf, no girl from a good family would want to marry me, and even if I wanted to, I couldn't do that. I would destroy her and my child..." Lupin's eyes were a little sad .

Iger looked at Lupin, then stretched out his hand and took out a group photo in his arms. It was a group photo of Aisha Auror's office.

Iger pointed to the figure of Tonks next to Aisha: "What do you think of this girl?"

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