Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Crack clap clap..."

A group of black snitches flew by in groups in midair, and the students at the dinner looked curiously at the golden Tim Gambey above Iger's head.

There are many new things at Hogwarts this year, some are ancient inheritances from the East, and some are some things that Iger fiddled with inexplicably.

And now, there are a group of little things like the Golden Snitch in the castle. Although a group of students are curious about what it is, it is not easy to ask directly.

Iger didn't tell others what these things were used for. After all, in this Western world that pays attention to privacy and human rights, the existence of such things as monitors is really offensive.

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

Give it, not happy.

Don't give it, people will seize this point and attack you, and they will focus on your soft spots.

To tell the truth, Iger still cherishes birds... feathers very much, and it is good for him to maintain a glorious image.

Iger can kill a slut, but not a bunch of sluts.

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

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

Another month of calm and peaceful time passed, and Iger suddenly received a package from France, which was handed over by Dumbledore.

Accompanying it is a letter from Nicole Lemay Sr.

Probably means that the old man took his wife to find another place to hide, so that Iger would not disturb him again in the future, he wanted to spend his old age in peace.

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

The notebook records all the experience and insights of the old man on alchemy in the past seven hundred years, and the gift is not cheap.

The letter said that some mainstream alchemy techniques 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 them on the branch.

As for if Iger is really unwilling to learn alchemy, he will keep it for him, and Iger will transfer it to the other party when there is a suitable candidate.

Iger was full of mixed feelings after reading the old man's arrival.

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

However, the old man actually embodied all these things in the form of magic, which naturally made a difference in the weight of gifts for Iger.

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

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

But no matter what, the old man's heart has already been placed here, and it is impossible for Iger to wave his hand lightly and say not to learn.

Let's take a look...

For Iger, learning this kind of thing is toxic.

Because when you have no interest in it, it is like a beauty that makes you want to sleep...

But once you are interested in it, you will find that this beauty has become a computer, which makes you indulge in it without realizing it...

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

For more than a month, Iger has been indulging in the notebook left by Nicole Lemay, unable to extricate himself.

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

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

A magic carpet was placed in front of Iger, and the magic carpet was sponsored by You Mengyu.

It's an ordinary magic carpet, but it will soon become uncommon.

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

A loud bang...

On the roof of the shed, a thin body swayed and swayed, and Iger stuck his head on the roof...

"Are you alright?" Huanghua landed on the desk, raised his head and looked at Iger curiously.

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

"What's the matter?" Huanghua's head tilted.

"its stuck…"

"…"

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

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

Look, the bar is so low.

However, since Hogwarts does not have alchemy courses, there have been fewer and fewer excellent alchemists in the UK over the years.

The fundamental result is that British broom manufacturers were turned into **** by foreign broom factories…

For so many years, Comet and Sweep have been frantically pinching each other across the UK, and then Nimbus and Firebolt inadvertently walked past and kicked the two dead dogs.

Comet: You dare to kick me? Watch me not kill and sweep!

Sweep: You dare to kick me? Look I don't kill the comet!

Occasionally, the two manufacturers only put new casings on the old engines, and then fought price wars with imported goods.

Iger felt that these broomstick manufacturers really resembled 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: I have good quality!

Domestic manufacturers: I am cheap!

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

When a series of big trade goods from Nimbus entered the market, Comet Company waved its hand: What about the designers? Come on, replace the 260 with a stick, we'll have a new one too!

2333…

In the end, when it was found that everyone did not buy it, the two manufacturers once again played the patriotic banner: "Hey, support domestic production, dear friends..."

In fact, it's not bad here in the UK. Iger even heard You Mengyu say that in Russia's magic school, many students play Quidditch while riding a tree...

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

Excuseme?

Even Elsa told Iger that the Ministry of Magic even wanted to abolish the right to broom flying due to the growing size of Muggles in recent years...

Whether it is policy or development, this aspect 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 this pot...

(There is no mapping, dog head saves life 2333...)

But to be honest, alchemy originated in ancient Egypt and ancient Greece, and the best development in the past thousand years is only the generation at the junction of the European and African plates. It is like letting the wizards who play wands in England suddenly play Chinese spells. There is no such culture. The background is, just writing Chinese characters can drive more than half of my madness...

However, 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 am a wicked capitalist!

What are the colors of capitalism? Benefit!

Flying broomsticks are not his own industry, so Iger is not in the mood to care about their quality, but Iger is now planning to build his own industry and firmly grasp it in his hands.

He wants to make a big cloak like Doctor Strange...

It's that kind of...

Doctor Strange: I want a hammer, I want to **** 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 getting MVP!

Doctor Strange: What do I need?

Cloak: Draw a circle, just send me over there!

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

Such a cape...

Should be able to sell a lot of money, right?

The notes given by the old man recorded a lot of self-made methods about brooms and magic carpets, including some improvement methods that the old man guessed by himself.

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 was unable to pull his head out of the wall for a long time. Finally, he finally remembered that he was a wizard, and he Apparated and escaped...

The reason why I have to make a cloak is that Iger is really not simply to make money, although this sounds a bit unreal.

However, in my impression, Doctor Strange's cloak is really an artifact that is open and hanging, the kind that takes you to fly.

So Iger felt that at least Hermione and Elsa should be one for each, right?

If they are not around and they encounter any danger, the cloak may be of good use.

Suddenly, Iger remembered something, remembering that the Weasley twins in the original book also made anti-curse hats. As long as they stared at each other's eyes, the other party's curse would return to the caster's body.

As soon as I patted my thigh, Iger immediately said, I want this skill too!

As a result, the twin brothers also joined Iger's alchemy research group.

"It sounds interesting..." Fred said.

Don't look at the various pitfalls of the twins on weekdays, all kinds of unreliable, in fact, their academic performance is very good, otherwise they can't die under Professor McGonagall's eyelids for so many years without being killed by an older cat girl...

At least in terms of common magic spells and potions, the twins' basic skills have been particularly solid, and even some potions learned only in senior grades can be easily debugged.

Although the two spent so much time picking an age-enhancing agent in the Goblet of Fire, in fact, age-enhancing agents are not something that students of Iger's age should learn.

And why did he learn this...

That's because Snape's class all depends on his mood. As for how to teach it, it doesn't matter...

Therefore, in the study of cloaks, Iger found that the two people's understanding of magic is really no worse than himself.

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

Iger suddenly felt that without this irritable magic power, he was a younger brother...

Time passed quickly, and more than a month passed in the blink of an eye. The three of them stayed in the Room of Requirement except for class time, and more than half of their work had been completed.

"Now we have all the abilities... Illusory body spell, flying spell, warm-up spell, ultimate protection, armor protection, and the anti-sabotage spell applied by the boss three minutes and five times..." George looked at a piece of paper in his hand As I muttered, there was a dummy stone statue not far in front of me. The stone statue 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 also went to the headmaster's room to borrow Voldemort's spotlight from Dumbledore.

Under the supervision of Dumbledore, Iger successfully learned the protection method of Horcrux from Voldemort. Voldemort seems to be very happy that Iger can come and learn from himself. He has always been very conceited, so he is also very frank to protect the soul The protective magic of the weapon was taught to Iger, and it seems that giving Iger a lesson is a very proud thing for him.

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

It is no exaggeration to say that this cloak has become perfect in other aspects except that it has no invisibility cloak effect and independent personality.

Right now, if Iger were to sell this cloak, Iger would not sell it without five hundred Galleons.

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

At first glance, the cloak on the stone statue looks very simple. If you look closely, it is actually quite simple. It is a simple black cloak. The buttons of the cloak are small looking glasses with the size of a thumb. people.

However, a simple and simple black cloak is the result of a month of hard work by the three of them.

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

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

This time, he didn't intend to add any more reckless additional memories, but only planned to imprint his personality on it.

And even if I only brand personality, Iger will only brand some positive energy aspects, and Iger does not plan to brand other aspects.

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

Slightly pursing his lips, Iger said softly: "I use the name of Iger Morriss..."

"I swear in the name of vicious eggs... we're going to make a fortune..." Fred muttered in George's ear, and George nodded sympathetically.

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

The iron armor spell can bounce back, but the direction of the rebound is not fixed, and it is easy to accidentally injure allies, so the iron armor spell that Iger cast on it is less effective. Fortunately, there are other protective magics.

However, it is not that there are no advantages. The biggest advantage of the cloak is that it has personality, but there is no idea.

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

The sound of clattering sounded, and the sound of UU reading www.uukanshu.com resounded in the ears of several people as if the curtain was being lifted. In front of Iger, a large black cloak quietly unfolded in front of Iger without wind.

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

"It wants to shake your hand..."

Fred spoke in a low voice.

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

Iger: "…"

twin:"…"

"It feels so disgusting." Fred grinned.

George snorted: "We guessed wrong, this cloak, it seems to have its own ideas..."