Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger clapped his hands, and a black hair fluttered out from under the hood and landed in front of Ollivander.

Ollivander's silver-white pupils stared at the hair in front of him for a long time, before looking at Iger with the expression you're **** making fun of me for a long time.

"With all due respect, this seems to be just a piece of hair, and human hair... doesn't seem to be suitable as a core material." Ollivander reached out and gently lifted the black hair in front of him, muttering softly.

"I'm not human." Iger's voice was flat, and Ollivander's breath stopped for a while, and then he hurriedly rummaged through the boxes and found a strange silverware and placed it on the table.

Iger has seen this strange thing. There are several sets at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, that is, the security checkpoint in the hall on the eighth floor. It is a wand material detection device, which is used to distinguish whether a wizard is pretending to be used by someone else.

"Oh... hoo ha ha ha..." After placing his hair on the silverware and observing for a long time, Ollivander looked at Iger and let out a strange laugh, with an indescribable frenzy on his face: "Little What's your name sir?"

Iger pouted: "Razer Jackson."

Ollivander was stunned, and then laughed dryly: "If I remember correctly, this is the name of the young master who was born in the Jackson family, but unfortunately..."

"You know too much." Iger's voice was cold, and he interrupted Ollivander with a light wave. He didn't expect the old man to know his parents.

Ollivander smiled awkwardly and stopped talking. He held up the black hair in front of him and put it in a small box before turning his head to look at the two of them.

"To be honest, this is the second time I've seen this core material. The first time was when I was young..." Ollivander looked at Iger, his voice full of excitement.

"How long will it take?" Iger asked.

"One week at the latest." Ollivander bowed slightly towards the two of them, then looked at Elsa and gestured, "Come on little girl, I need to measure you."

"How much is the wand?" Iger asked aloud.

"Don't want money..." Ollivander smiled cheerfully: "I can't ask for such a precious core. Of course, if you have to pay me, I hope..."

After saying that, Ollivander laughed dryly, rubbed his thin hands, and set his eyes on the box containing the hair.

Iger hesitated for a moment, then he tore off two pieces of hair and handed them out: "I can give you the hair, but I have conditions."

Ollivander was stunned and looked at Iger suspiciously.

"One day, I'll come and get them, two hairs, two wands." Iger's voice was flat: "You can't sell them to others."

"Ah...of course." Ollivander nodded.

"And...I want them to be comparable to the Elder Wand," Iger said softly.

"This..." Ollivander was hesitant to hear the words.

"I don't think... my hair is no match for the tail feathers of a Thestral..." Iger snorted.

Ollivander gritted his teeth suddenly: "I try my best."

Iger nodded and gave Ollivander his hair.

"Also...if you know my identity one day, don't rush to give me the wand, I will get it myself." Iger reminded.

"Ah... OK, OK." Ollivander looked at Iger suddenly: "But I hope I'm still alive by then..."

"Don't worry, you're still alive." Iger pouted.

People in the magical world generally live longer. Except for Voldemort who pursues immortality, the remaining old men live longer than each other...

so ironic...

When the two left Ollivander's small shop, Iger brought Elsa to Gringotts again. After Iger poured a mountain of gold into the hall, all the goblins in Gringotts went crazy. They got up, rushing to serve Iger one by one, with a good attitude almost treating Iger as a biological father...

A whole small mountain of gold was deposited into Aisha's account by Iger. Iger estimated that the money was probably enough for Aisha to live comfortably for a lifetime.

However, Elsa doesn't seem to be very happy. As soon as the two came out of Gringotts, Elsa's face turned pale, and she pursed her lips and did not speak.

"What's wrong?" Iger asked with concern, noticing Elsa's expression.

"Brother wizard, are you going to leave for a long time..." Elsa sniffed, raised her face and looked at Iger with tears in her eyes.

"It won't be long." Iger laughed: "When you grow up, we will meet again."

Aisha pursed her lips, trying not to let herself cry, and nodded vigorously when she heard the words.

"Be happy." Iger rubbed Aisha's little head cheerfully, and looked at a clothing store in front of him that was holding a store celebration: "Don't think about it yet, let's go shopping for clothes."

"Yeah." Elsa nodded gruffly, and followed behind Iger with Iger's hand.

"Mrs. Mokin's Robe Store celebrates its tenth anniversary..." Iger read softly while looking at the banner at the entrance of the store, and then his eyes fell on a group of beautiful models invited by the entrance of the robe store, Iger subconsciously whistled.

The whistle fell, and a cryptic grin came from beside Iger.

Turning her head and looking at Xiao Aisha awkwardly, the little girl frowned and snorted, then looked at the beauties in front of her with displeased faces.

"Brother wizard like that?" Elsa muttered angrily.

Iger was suddenly embarrassed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the model witch standing in the C position in front of him gently lifted his robe, and a gorgeous red short skirt appeared in front of the two of them. A pair of red high heels stepped on the underside of her white and slender thighs, feeling attracted by herself. Eyes, the gorgeous woman giggled, smiling proudly and sexy.

"I'm alright... I don't really like Ako..."

That being said, Iger's eyes were almost glued.

This girl looks like Elsa in ten years...

Aisha next to her looked sourly at Iger, who was covered with a hood and couldn't see her face. She could feel where Iger's eyes were staying at the moment, turned her head to look at the gorgeous girl, and then stretched out her little hand to pat on her chest. After taking a shot, the little girl sighed helplessly.

Iger turned his head and looked at Aisha's appearance and was immediately amused. He couldn't help laughing, and dragged Aisha all the way into Mrs. Mokin's robe shop.

"Welcome, my dears." At this time, Mrs. Mokin was still looking like a **** girl, and she had not yet turned into the chubby body that will be ten years later. When she saw the two of them entering the room, she became enthusiastic: " Which of the two choose clothes?"

"She." Iger patted Elsa's little head lightly and pushed the little girl to the front.

"What style do you like, dear?" Mrs. Morkin immediately touched Aisha's pretty little face happily, and seemed to like Aisha very much.

Aisha looked at the colorful clothes on the shelf, and shrank back a little embarrassedly. Iger looked distressed for a while.

"Everything, we want." Iger said softly.

"All... all?" Mrs. Mokin looked at Iger for a while.

"Yes." Iger nodded slightly, took out a small bag from his arms and threw it on the table beside him: "This is five hundred Galleons."

Mrs. Mokin's breath suddenly stagnated. The impact of five hundred Galleons was a little too big for her. Not to mention the magic world at this time, even the magical world ten years later, five hundred Galleons is not a small number.

You know, the twins set up a shop in Diagon Alley for less than a thousand Galleons.

"Every year from now on, there will be new clothes." Iger said softly: "We have to customize one."

Mrs. Mokin was stunned for a moment, then burst into uncontrollable ecstasy.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Iger threw out another small bag: "Give you another five hundred, and we will treat you well."

Mrs. Mokin was going crazy with excitement~www.wuxiahere.com~ hurriedly nodded and agreed.

"I hope you can keep your word, and I will inform Dumbledore." Iger nodded slightly.

That being said, but Iger didn't plan to tell Dumbledore that the future Elsa really had no worries about food and clothing, and the closet was full. It seemed that Mrs. Mokin fulfilled her promise very well.

"What shall we do next?"

After measuring Elsa's height and weight, and agreeing on a time to pick up the clothes, Iger took Elsa out of Mrs. Mokin's robe shop, Elsa turned her head and looked at Iger curiously.

Little Aisha is now full of admiration for Iger.

The wizard brother is amazing!

Handsome, strong, rich, and showing a domineering president style, the little girl's girlish heart is gradually overflowing out of control...

Iger looked at the noisy and lively Diagon Alley in front of him and smiled softly: "Everything here, you must have it!"