Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

The bar is furnished with satin chairs and mismatched lampshades.

The TV on the wall was playing the news: "British Nuclear Fuels Limited (BNFL) claimed yesterday that design work has now begun on the next Thorp reprocessing plant. A spokesman said: "While this thermal oxide reprocessing plant Already operating in Sellafield so far…”

"So, these people can talk as long as they are in a small square?" Claire was completely attracted to these Muggle things.

"Haven't you been to London?" Gray teased, "I thought you already knew all about these electronic devices with your hundreds of information channels."

"I've seen it before, but I never understood it. It's strange. After all, it doesn't require magic to do it." Claire took out two bottles from her pocket, "You should know the purpose of calling you here this time - Compound Formula The decoction is ready, we can go find the northern hunter."

"I hope this time it won't become as...abstract as last time." Gray looked at the sticky liquid in the bottle, combined with the hair of the homeless man last time. This combination formula should be put into torture equipment. That's right in the column.

"Don't worry, it's someone else this time." Claire said mysteriously, "You'll know when the time comes."

They came to a forest not far from Innricks Village, and there was still thick snow on the ground.

"You want me to drink polyjuice potion here?" Gray asked in surprise, looking at the empty field.

"Sure, but I got a telescopic tent."

Claire took out a bag from her bag, touched it to the ground, and then tapped it with her wand. She saw that the bag was getting bigger and bigger, and it opened automatically to form a tent that could only accommodate two people.

Gray took the spare clothes Claire gave him, got into the tent, held his nose and drank a bottle of Polyjuice Potion. In an instant, his arms began to thicken, thick hair grew on his arms, and his back became stronger. His hands became thicker and stronger, and he looked like a mover who had been working at the cargo port for a long time. But paired with the clothes Claire gave him - a short robe with a few patches sewn on, and the sleeves were torn. , shoulders, armpits and cuffs were all dirty, and the pants had many signs of wear.

Put him into the wizarding world, and he's more like a fool who often does hard work and doesn't know how to use magic.

Gray walked out of the tent very unnaturally, and Claire looked at him happily: "Exactly the effect I wanted!" and then got into the tent.

After a while, she came out wearing high-heeled boots. She had brown hair and bright red lips. She looked very bright and smart.

"Don't you think... the difference between our images is a bit too big?" Gray said in a rich voice.

"This is the effect that needs to be achieved, Milton." Claire said tactfully, "You need to play a squib who knows nothing but does hard work."

"What?" Gray.

"Watch your tone, Milton, you can't talk to your boss, Ms. Aher, like that!" Claire said, taking out a pipe from her exquisite white plush lady's handbag and stuffing it into Gray's mouth.

"If you just want to satisfy your desire to perform, then I will not accompany you then, Ms. Aher." Gray said with a pipe in his mouth.

They were walking on the main road of Inrics Village. To be precise, it was just a muddy path. The black mud and white snow mixed together, making the entire path look messy.Thatched roofs, abandoned fountains, bars with dark facades... Gray's tattered clothes fit in perfectly with the surroundings, while Claire, who was walking in front, looked like she was exuding dazzling light in her exquisite and luxurious attire. light.

"According to the location provided by Lupine, it's probably right here." Claire pointed to a thatched hut on the edge, with two horned camel skulls hanging at the door.

Claire cleared her throat and walked up the creaking wooden steps - the snow and mud here would make everything wet and dirty, and the villagers had raised their houses to a height of one meter.She knocked on the door, and within seconds it opened.

The person who opened the door was a man about 40 years old, with a thick beard and a long scar diagonally sloping down his face, which interrupted his thick beard.

"You are……?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Ross Aarons?" Claire asked.

"That's me." Rose Aarons nodded slightly, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, Merlin! Nice to meet you!" Claire said with great exaggeration, "I am Chali Aher, a businessman from Balokerwe——"

Gray didn't know how many random names she could make up.

"Baroquelway?" Ross Ahrens looked at Claire up and down.

"An inconspicuous small town, but our people there are all good at business," Claire said, "Rose Aarons, right? I heard you are a very powerful hunter, and I am about to buy a batch of interesting ones." Things, but it’s hard to find them on the market, but I think with your strength, you should be able to..."

Gray found that the passers-by around him would glance at them from time to time. The feeling was very uncomfortable, as if he had plunged into a dark forest, and there were many unseen wild beasts staring at him.

"I'm sorry, miss," Ross Ahrens said with a smile and glanced around, "I don't do business with people I don't know. You'd better find other hunters."

"I'll pay three times the price," Claire said softly, "Can we go into the house to discuss the details?"

Ross Ahrens hesitated for a moment, and then said: "It turns out that you were introduced by old friends, please come in!"

Gray felt that money could really solve most problems, especially these money-grubbing hunters. Just like Mr. Mason said, as long as the money is enough, they will do it.

He and Claire walked into the room. There was a single mattress full of stains and a crooked wooden table. There were many furs and skeletons of magical animals hanging on the wall.

"I'm sorry, I can only say that you were introduced by friends." Rose Aarons took out two ceramic cups from the sideboard and poured them hot tea. "Our village is mainly about hunting. Therefore, there is competition among every household. Everyone has a fixed contact with the grocery store merchant or drugstore for purchasing goods. Sometimes strange customers appear out of nowhere and are considered disruptive to business. But if I didn’t happen to need a sum of money, I might also treat you. Sent away..."

"My price is definitely easy to negotiate," Claire took the tea cup, "Thank you. I have to say, I was really uncomfortable just now. Several people were looking at me."

Rose Aarons handed Gray another cup of tea, and Gray took it clumsily, pretending to be stupid.

"This is?" he asked.

"He is my sister's child. He looks stupid and a squib. Because he has no job, I can only bring him to my company to work as a helper and help me carry some things. You understand, just because of me For my sister's sake, I give him a job. But he is big, so he can be regarded as a bodyguard with me - after all, sometimes a fist to the face is more effective than a wand." Claire waved her hand, "Milton, don't be stunned. If you feel cold, you can drink a cup of tea."

The corner of Ross Aarons's mouth twitched slightly, and he understood the meaning of these words, which was obviously a threat to him.

"Okay, let's get down to business, miss, what do you need?"

"A complete five-legged monster, especially the head," Claire said.

Ross Ahrens's smile narrowed slightly, and he thought about it: "This is difficult..."

"Three thousand gold galleons." Claire blurted out, and placed the exquisite handbag on the table very elegantly. Firstly, it showed that she did not intend to leave just now, and secondly, it showed that she had the financial resources to match it.

"Tsk..." Rose Aarons swung the water in the teapot, "Can I ask what you want it for?"