Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

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

Well, Lupine thought it was quite common when he thought of a certain old man with a white beard.

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 cannot be blamed on British men. To be honest, British girls are generally not as good-looking as boys...

So sometimes Iger can't understand this kind of thing.

Think about it, there are not many beauties in the entire UK, and the population of the wizarding world is even pitifully small. How many beauties can there be?

This fact is really no wonder Dumbledore...

Egger did not rush to the safe house, but just wandered around with Lupine. The two also went to the Seine River. Unfortunately, Egger did not find any cafes on the left bank of the river, but he did see a wizard bar.

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

"Two oysters with garlic sauce, one salt-baked snail, two pan-fried foie gras, two baguettes, that's all..."

He handed the menu to the waiter on the side with a calm face, picked up a golden bean and handed it over, "Tip..."

Lu Ping felt the rich man's breath rushing towards his face, and the light of gold almost blinded his eyes.

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

"I've never 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..."

Lupine was a little surprised by Egger's words. He leaned over and lowered his voice, "But many of them are illegal..."

Egg also looked at Lupine with a mysterious look and lowered his voice, "Are you a Gryffindor?"

Lupine "..."

What the hell did Gryffindor teach you this? Professor McGonagall will kill you if she hears this, right?

Can you apologize to Gryffindor?

The dishes that Egg ordered were served quickly, and soon two garlic oysters appeared on the table in front of them with the steaming aroma.

"It's very delicious... This is the first time I've eaten French food. His mother used to cook at James' house, but..." Lupine laughed as he recalled what happened at the time, "She doesn't seem to be very good at cooking..."

"The issue of racial talent is like these French guys are not good at speaking English." Egg spread his hands, "Although I'm not sure whether they don't want to speak or can't speak..."

Lu Ping slowly put the white and tender oysters into his mouth and nodded slightly, "It's delicious. The quality of French cuisine is indeed very high."

"Of course, there are only three places in the world where food can be considered as edible: China, France, and Turkey..." Egger stretched out three fingers to compare. "Turks pay attention to the combination of spices and ingredients, the French pay attention to the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves, and China People are very particular...well, Chinese people are not very particular about food, but as long as they eat, they can research the best way to cook it, with all the colors, flavors and tastes. This is their standard requirement for food..."

Lupine listened to Egger's words with a smile on his face, and seemed to be a little longing. He pursed his lips slightly as if he was savoring the taste of the oysters just now.

Lupine's behavior was very gentlemanly, but it made Egg feel uncomfortable. The gentle man in front of him had been discriminated against too much. Although even the poorest wizard would not hesitate to eat and drink, he still had no chance to taste better food. .

This made Aige feel inexplicably blocked in his heart. It was not that he sympathized with him, but that he could feel the bitterness of the other person's experience.

"Waiter!" Iger looked at the male waiter in the distance and waved, "Ten more oysters, thank you."

He turned to look at the somewhat embarrassed Lupine and grinned, "Have you ever heard of a young man eating me to death?"

"You should eat more at your age..." Lu Ping nodded reservedly.

Half an hour later, Lupine leaned back in his chair, while Egg across from him was still fighting with the food on the table.

At this time, there were seven or eight plates of foie gras piled on the table, as well as a lot of oyster shells. Iger watched the waiter wave again, turned to look at Lupine and grinned, "More, please, this is not enough." …belch…"

"That's enough, that's enough, that's enough..." Lupine signaled to pay, and then he saw Egg casually stuffing a golden lump as big as his thumb, which made Lupine look confused.

He didn't know that Iger owned the magic stone. This bold and uninhibited way of paying suddenly refreshed Lu Ping's understanding of the word "rich" for many years.

"Extra... burp... tip~" With an angry look on his face, Egg was sent out respectfully by the waiter with a fawning look on his face.

There is no need to confirm whether the gold is genuine or not. The weight cannot be fake. It can be deformed when pinched hard. It can be said to be of good quality.

A gold ring could easily pay for the meal, and Aige threw out a gold lump in a daze.

"Ege, the way you spend your money..." Lu Ping looked at Ige hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I'm so poor that I only have gold..." Hao waved his hand inhumanely, and Ige, with his nouveau riche temperament, said, "I want to do some business when I get back, can you help me take care of it?"

"Is that okay?" Lu Ping looked at Egg in surprise.

"Of course, why not?" Egg looked at Lupine blankly.

"What I mean is that people have a deep prejudice against werewolves. Not everyone is like you, Egg. You are a good boy, but if I help you take care of it, it will probably have a bad impact..." Lu Pingxi Explain the stakes to Egger in detail.

"I have this, can't I do it?" Iger reached out and weighed a piece of gold and asked.

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

It's not that there are no werewolves who have thought about doing business properly, but they are basically squeezed out and miserable, and no one cares about the shops they open.

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

"Maybe not..." Lu Ping sighed helplessly.

The magical world has too deep a stereotype against werewolves, and this is not a concept that can be reversed by power or money alone.

Egg smacked his lips, then looked at Lupine with a wand in one hand and a golden stick in the other, "Then...this, plus this, okay?"

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up slightly.

It seems... feasible?

Lu Ping suddenly felt a burst of joy and a hint of yearning for the future life.

Like what Iger said, Lupine didn't worry at all about being squeezed out by helping Iger with his business. Unlike Dumbledore, a highly principled person, if anyone dared to pose any threat to Iger's assets, Then Iger would dare to chop off that man’s head!

This is really no joke. Many pure-blood wizarding families in the UK have dirty hands, and more or less human lives are on their hands.

Even in the original book, when Harry liberated Dobby, Lucius subconsciously wanted to give Harry an Avatar. It can be seen how worthless human life is in the eyes of some conservative families...

After all, the number of people in the Ministry of Magic is limited, and it is impossible to take care of the entire territory of England, let alone Scotland...

Egger didn't have Lupine's thoughts. He just wanted to give Lupine a good living condition in a tactful way. Such a graceful gentleman really shouldn't live in such a miserable state.

Egg can have as much gold as he wants, and he really doesn't like the little money he can earn from doing business...

Ever since he got the Philosopher's Stone, Egger has gotten rid of the pursuit of money. As for his anger towards Quirrell for touching his treasury, he is just protecting his food...

Many people have this habit. I can give you what you want, but if I don't give it to you, you can't take it away...

Now Egger's mind has been on the other side... He wants to ask Nico Flamel to modify the pistol that Chris gave him.

Anna's necklace can be engraved with a protective spell. The three Deathly Hallows are all products of alchemy. There is no reason why a gun with infinite bullets cannot be made...

Or maybe carve a magic spell into the bullet slot of the revolver...

For the current magic world with low per capita magic level, this is simply a cheating artifact!

The two of them arrived at the door of the safe house provided by Dumbledore, pushed open the somewhat dilapidated door, and Egg knocked on the door. "Hello, may I ask... is there anyone there?"

Soon, footsteps sounded, and a thin, white-haired old man walked out with small steps. The old man was wearing a simple and comfortable-looking nightgown. He looked at Egg with a smile in his eyes, "Egg Morriss?"

"Yes, who are you...?" Egg looked at the little old man in front of him curiously, secretly guessing who was older between the old man and Dumbledore.

"Ah...Nick Flamel!" Nico Flamel stretched out his hand, his voice sounded a bit high-pitched, and he looked at Egg with a smile on his face.

Well, you’re older…

"Ah! Hello, grandpa!" Egger immediately stretched out his hands to hold Nico's skinny palm with a warm expression. Then he heard a click, and the expression of the old man in front of him looked a little painful.

Egger looked confused. Are his hands so fragile?

Behind him, Lupine greeted Nico reservedly, and the old man waved for the two of them to come inside and sit down.

It was a complete surprise for Egger to meet Nico Flamel so soon. Egger originally wanted to ask Madame Maxime to find out the whereabouts of Nico Flamel, but he didn't expect to see him as soon as he came to France.

"I've been wondering if I'll be able to see this strange boy like you in my lifetime. It seems like I'm quite lucky..." Nico looked at Egg with a smile and nodded.

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

After all, the other -year-old people are basically in the dirt...

"I heard Albus say, are you going to Albania?" Nicoléme looked at Egger up and down.

"Yes, let's catch snakes..." Iger grinned.

Nico nodded, seemingly not thinking much about this kind of thing. "Is that stone still on you?"

"Yes, I don't need it now. I can return it to you if you need it." Egg reached out to take off the necklace, but was stopped by Nicoléme.

"No, no, no..." Nico looked at Egg happily. "I have lived long enough. I have lived enough. Besides, I still have a lot of potions left, which is enough for me to live stably for a long time."

Iger didn't mind that Lupine heard his conversation, but Lupine's eyes moved slightly when he heard what the two said, and he turned around and left slowly.

Nico looked at Egger up and down, marveling, and then looked at Egger 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 just follow the routine?

Didn't Albus say that this is a good boy who is serious and studious?

"Why? Alchemy is such an interesting knowledge..." Nicoléme looked at Egger in surprise.

"It's troublesome, it shouldn't be simple, right?" Iger blinked.

"Of course it won't be simple. Just look at your magic stone. How many are there in the world?" Nicoléme said cheerfully.

"Then it's better not to learn..."

"..." Nicoléme nodded helplessly. If you don't want to learn, don't learn. Anyway, there are many things you want to learn...

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

"Of course, what do you want to do?" Nico looked at Egg and asked.

He casually took out a huge roasted blue revolver and slapped it on the table in front of him. Egg looked excited, "I want it to have endless bullets! Or maybe it can shoot out magic spells..."

"Is this a gun for Muggles...?" Nico picked up the revolver and fiddled with it up and down, his curious eyes scanning the revolver. "How's the power?"

"It's very powerful!" Egg nodded.

The revolver has always been a deadly weapon and is the favorite worn by Muggle police officers.

Although for guns of the same caliber, revolvers are not as powerful as semi-automatic pistols, the caliber of most revolvers is larger than that of semi-automatic pistols, so they are more powerful, and this Colt is still famous for its power and accuracy. Python type.

"Theoretically... it's possible..." Nico nodded happily. "This is a good idea. You can try it. It will take about two or three days. Can you wait?"

"Of course! By the way, there is one more thing..." Egger reached out and took out the wand and handed it to Nicoléme. "Grandpa, is there anything you can do about this situation?"

Nico held the wand with dry fingers and held it carefully in front of his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly when looking 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 still collapse sooner or later under your violent magic..."

"Then what should I do?" Egger looked at Nico Flamel helplessly.

"Not all wizards use wands... For example, wizards in Africa cast spells with bare hands. Our wizards in Europe were in a time when magic civilization was only in the hands of a few people a thousand or two thousand years ago. At that time, most wizards cast spells with bare hands. However, A very small number of people still own some spell-casting props, and this is also the predecessor of the later wand...the magic wand..."

"But because of its high cost, it could not be popularized among most wizards, so the wand was born later." Nico's eyes seemed as far away as across time and space. "I can help you build a wand. In a sense, the wand It's just a product of the staff's evolution in response to the changes of the times, so I think the staff should be able to withstand your magic power."

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

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

After taking out the magic stone and a pile of gold, Egg looked at Nico, "What is mithril?"

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

Egger suddenly understood. Not only had he seen it, but he had also played with it...

After hearing Dumbledore say that it was made of silver, Egger still wondered how silver got such hardness...

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

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

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