Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Ravenclaw?" Lupin looked at the staff curiously and called out the name of the last founder.

The staff didn't move at all, it still looked like the halberd, and it seemed that he didn't hear Lupin's words...

Lupin felt a little embarrassed, why didn't I respond?

"I am its maker, so I can say that, except for me, the wand uses the core of Iger's wand, so I only recognize Iger, and the wand is different from the wand of ignorance. The wand will follow the owner's wand. Lost in battle, they will turn their loyalty targets, but the staff will not, they are only loyal to their masters." Nicolemay patted Lupin on the shoulder and explained to him, which relieved Lupin's embarrassment.

"Ravenclaw..." Iger looked eagerly at the halberd in his hand, the halberd was transformed into a stick again, and then two wings-like handguards stuck out, Iger looked carefully, this is the wing …

In the middle of the gauntlet is a relief of an eagle stepping on the Philosopher's Stone, and Iger suddenly knew what it was this time.

Grabbing his hand under the gauntlet, Iger exerted a little force in his hand, and a mithril long sword was suddenly pulled out by Iger from the long staff at the other end.

The hilt under the wings was about thirty centimeters long, the body of the sword was about four feet, about one meter two, and the blade was two centimeters wide. The overall appearance was extremely slender.

This is a sword in a stick!

"These four weapons...none of them I can use..." Iger sighed with emotion: "It's really too delicate, I don't even feel worthy of it..."

"Let's give it a name." Nicole Mei looked at Iger cheerfully, and it must be a very satisfying thing for the old man to be recognized for his craftsmanship.

Iger took a deep breath, then looked around and found no trace of a certain pair of twins, so he pinched his chin and thought.

"How about convincing people with reason?" Iger's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Convince people with reason?" Lupin's eyes lit up: "Good name, it sounds like a gentleman."

"I think it's good too." Nicole May nodded, the old man is at the age of self-cultivation, and the name suits his taste very well.

"Why did you choose this name? It's not quite your style..." Lupin looked at Iger in surprise: "It's a reasonable thing..."

"No, a big fist is the last word, which is in line with my style." Iger corrected Lupin's words seriously, physics is also reasonable, there is nothing wrong...

Lupin: "..."

Holy crap, is that the case?

Iger pouted, using both a hammer and a sickle. It's very appropriate to call Eli to convince people, right?

Take this thing and walk around the UK, there will never be a second voice...

I couldn't put it down, fiddling with the new staff, and the long staff in his hand changed, Iger felt very satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you, Grandpa Nico!" Iger bowed to Nicole Mei from the bottom of his heart.

"You're welcome child..." Nicole Mei looked at Iger cheerfully: "I have to remind you a few points, the first is that the power of this staff is very strong! It's terrifyingly strong..."

"Mithril, the magic stone and your wand core exist in a three-legged form, which also makes your spellcasting very stable in the future, so you must be careful when casting spells on others."

Nicoleme said in a sharp voice: "Because the magic stone has become part of your staff, your staff has the ability to turn stone into gold, but the elixir of life can no longer be refined."

"Why do you think I'm at a loss?" Iger blinked, not knowing what to say for a while.

"No, although you can no longer brew the elixir of life, you will be affected by the magic stone, master of the staff, and your lifespan will be greatly extended. In fact, the elixir of life is not really immortal..." Nicolemei emphasized. : "Look at me and you'll know. The so-called immortality only greatly extends your lifespan, but one day it will decay, so in my opinion, this is not a big loss."

Iger nodded, the old man was right.

After all, the bones of the old man in front of him are brittle, which means that this elixir of life is not as valuable as rumored.

"Furthermore, because this staff is made of mithril and gold, it also causes its own strength to be very high. Don't smash it on others at will..." Nicolemei thought for a while: "For the time being At these points, I suggest that you must master it before going to catch the snake."

Iger nodded, listening to the old man's words, this thing can easily discount other people's legs?

It's so convenient...

"Where's my gun?" Iger looked at the old man.

Nico smiled, turned around and took a box and handed it to Iger: "Your idea is very good, and it's not very difficult for me..."

Hearing this, Iger decided to get a Gatling next time.

"I researched it, made the bullet with mithril, engraved the launching spell on the hammer, and engraved the summoning spell in the bullet slot, and the bullet fired every moment will be summoned back the second after the impact... Nicoleme smiled cheerfully: "This thing is very useful. Mithril can have a strong restraint effect on many black magic creatures. You can keep it just in case..."

"Thank you..." Iger played with the revolver in his hand, and then turned to look at Nicole Mei: "If you need it, is there anything I can help you with?"

"If possible, I hope that if one day, Beauxbatons can get your help if needed, that is my wife and I's last effort..." The old man was not a polite person, and he directly expressed his thoughts.

Beauxbatons is located in the Pyrenees Mountains in the west of France, at the junction of France and Spain. Nicole May and his wife have donated a lot of land and school buildings to this school. So far, there are still two campuses on the campus. Fountain named after people.

It can be said that the old man is regarded as a national treasure-level educator in France.

"I'll cover Beauxbatons in the future!" Iger left without saying a word of promise.

But Nicole May is very reassured that if the rumors about Iger are true, then Beauxbatons will be very stable in the future.

As for the rumors about Iger?

Actually nothing...

Nothing but kindness and gentleness, and unparalleled strength...that's a positive.

As for the opposite, it is unreasonable, and the hands are black and the heart is blacker...

To put it simply, it is a **** stirrer that no one dares to mess with. This has almost become common sense in the British magic circle. Most wizards have heard about Iger from the mouths of children. It is not surprising to have such an opinion. …

Lupin wondered why a good promise could turn into a declaration of bandits occupying territory when Iger's mouth was delivered?

In the future, if I become the Minister of Magic, will I say to the bottom when I take office: I will cover the British magic circle in the future!

Are you the head of the British wizarding world?

After a long time, the two went directly to the French Ministry of Magic and left France after a simple registration.

This time, no one embarrassed Lupin, because the British Immigration Department erased Lupin's identity as a werewolf. As for why, it is unknown...

Taking a toilet door key all the way to Italy, the moment I landed, Iger seemed to hear an electronic sound in his mind: Ding! A new map has been unlocked, just Apparate to reach the destination...

The two did not stay in Italy for too long. Although Iger wanted to taste the local delicacies in Italy, he was dragged by Lupin to the local Ministry of Magic and arrived in Albania with the door key.

Iger was thinking about a problem along the way.

When did catching Voldemort become a business?

I don't even have a salary! You have to pay for your travel expenses!

This is obviously a trip, right?

But it was too late, and by the time he wanted to understand, he had already arrived in Albania...

Albania is not very big. At best, it is the size of several counties in the UK. It is not as large as those small provinces in China.

There is no special food in China, and most of them are mainly Italian food.

But the scenery is really beautiful, and the most important thing is that there is sunshine!

This moved Iger badly...

For a long time, I have been feeling the half-dead sunlight in the UK, and sometimes I have to wear a sweater in summer.

And in Albania, no! need! want!

The sunny sun shines on the earth, the warm sea breeze blows gently beside me, and some girls in bikinis can even be seen on the beach in the distance.

Iger bought a half sleeve and put it on...

"I suddenly...don't want to go back to the UK..." Iger opened his arms a little intoxicated by the warm sunlight by the coastline, and the golden staff hung obediently behind him.

"Okay, we should find a tavern to live in and go to the Albanian forest tomorrow." Lupin couldn't help shaking his head when he looked at Iger. Can this look really catch Voldemort?

"Where's the target?" Iger looked at Lupin.

"Dumbledore said he was in the forest east of Tirana, and we were just west of Tirana. This is the capital of Albania, but there is a large virgin forest to the east..." Lupin took out a map and looked at it. .

"So... how did Dumbledore stare at him?" Iger looked at Lupin curiously: "Speaking of... Who is staring at him?"

Soon, Iger knew who it was.

"What is Aisha's broom?" Iger held the staff in his hand and looked at the man in front of him calmly.

"Light Wheel 2001." The man said gruffly, "Boy, what was the first thing you gave me?"

"Gold." Iger spread his hands.

"It looks fine..."

When Iger saw the short, stocky man with scars in the wizard tavern on the outskirts of Tirana, Iger was very curious.

What is curious is not the identity of the other party, but the eyes of the other party.

That blue magic eye that can see through the back of his head and see things a mile away...

Want to dig!

This is the most intuitive feeling when Iger and Moody first met.

I want to cut it out!

"My intuition tells me you're hitting my eyes, kid!" Moody gave Iger a fierce look, and he seemed very dissatisfied with Iger's reaction.

"This magic eye... how did it do it?" Iger looked at Moody eagerly.

"I don't know much about alchemy, but I do have a friend who does it, and I can introduce him to you if I have a chance." Moody said gruffly, then turned to look at Lupin : "Long time no see Remus."

"Long time no see!" Lupin looked at Moody cheerfully.

"I said you would be a very good Auror, but the **** **** at the Ministry of Magic refused because you were a werewolf..." Moody said angrily: "Look at this place, everywhere Werewolves and vampires are not living well..."

Iger stared blankly at the irritable uncle in front of him and angered the Ministry of Magic online, not knowing what to say.

"So, Dumbledore sent you to catch You-Know-Who?" Moody's magic eye rolled around, "Iger Morriss...my good disciple, the boy who never leaves his lips..."

"Overwhelmed..." Iger smiled reservedly.

"You think I'm complimenting you?" Moody looked at Iger with a dark face: "You corrupted the entire Auror office with gold! If it wasn't for me, that girl Elsa would have been transferred out by Rufus!"

This is so embarrassing...

Blame me? Iger stared at Moody, not knowing what to say.

"Voldemort is still in this forest now?" Iger looked at Moody curiously and changed the subject wisely.

"Yes, the guy who's not a ghost or a ghost... Also, don't call that guy's name! Be careful!" Moody snorted and took a small bottle from his body and took a sip.

Iger sniffed, the smell of fire whiskey, but it was not pure, it should have been brewed by himself, in short, there was no smell of compound decoction...

"Want a drink?" Moody's magic eyes rolled.

"I have it here!" Iger took out two bottles of whiskey.

"Good habit! It's best not to drink what other people hand you when you go out." Moody's face was a little red, and the magic eye in his eyes rolled over and swept behind him: "Look at the wizard five meters behind me to the right. , that's a werewolf who bit a lot of children, the local Ministry of Magic has been trying to catch him, **** if I hadn't had something else to do, this mad dog would have been sent to the Ministry of Magic... Of course, I'm not targeting you Lime s."

"This place is full of roaming criminals from the magic world, but the local Ministry of Magic in Albania is really powerless. After all, the local magic world is too small, and dark wizards from all over Europe are willing to run here..." Moody snorted. talking.

Iger nodded. The extremely stupid guys from the British Ministry of Magic can occupy a large part of the right to speak in the International Association of Magicians. It is conceivable how weak the magic circle of a small country is now.

"I suggest that you better catch him at noon tomorrow. What I have observed is that he is at its weakest every day when the sun is most at noon, and is accompanied by a snake all day." Moody snorted. : "Tomorrow at noon, I will take you to find him. You must prepare as soon as possible. Before that, don't follow the words of these dark wizards."

"Understood..." Iger nodded.

Iger thinks that someone with such a famous reputation like himself should not come to trouble him blindly, but that's just what he thinks.

In fact, for most dark wizards, Iger, a blond boy with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, is too attractive.

For example, after Lupin and Moody left to observe the forest, these wizards gathered in front of Iger, in their eyes, Iger seemed to have become a meal on a plate.

"Little brother, what's your name? Is it okay for my sister to take you to do something happy?" The speaker was a woman with red eyes. The woman's cheekbones were high, and her eyes wandered on Iger from time to time.

"Iger Morrissey." Iger smiled and looked at the group of dark wizards in front of him.

He thought that the reason why Moody dragged Lupin to the forest for observation was probably to use his own hands to kill these dark wizards...

"Where do you seem to have heard this name?" An old witch with a wrinkled mouth said in a dry voice~www.wuxiahere.com~ I also feel like I have heard it somewhere..." A wizard next to him was holding a glass of whiskey.

Looking at the man's pointed tiger teeth, Iger nodded slightly, this is a werewolf...

"Perhaps which pure-blooded young master ran out? Vicious family? Does anyone have this name?" A wizard next to the man laughed, "Slim-skinned and tender brat... I want him, who is it? Do you have any comments?"

"Damn werewolf..." The old witch on the side looked unhappy: "I can help you find a good local girl, I want this child, and my alchemy can make him more valuable..."

Saying that, the old witch stretched out her wrinkled hand towards Iger.

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