Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

"This is Polyjuice Potion," Claire said, taking out a glass bottle and a small bag from her robe. "The hair is here."

With that said, she opened the bottle and threw her hair in.

Gray looked at the bottle of khaki-colored liquid that was foaming vigorously, his stomach was churning, and he was thinking about where he should vomit.

"Think about it, only two things are needed, and this matter can be solved." Claire said, "Since snake eggs are sold on the black market, there should be five-legged monsters as well."

"Yes - yes - it will be solved soon." Gray kept emphasizing to himself.

It's best to resolve this matter quickly, it's almost July.

He picked up the bottle and swallowed the decoction in two gulps.

Then, Gray's insides began to churn, and a burning sensation spread rapidly from his stomach throughout his body, as if his skin was bubbling like hot wax.

He forced himself to stand still, but the burning in his stomach forced him to kneel down. He saw that his hands had become rough and shriveled, and his eyes felt like they were bulging outwards, as if something was pressing against them. I felt more and more constricted, and the sleeves of my clothes became longer... It happened suddenly and went away quickly. After a burst of unbearable pain, everything stopped.

When he finally moved his attention away from the uncomfortable feeling all over his body, he found that Claire was trying to help him up. Gray stood up slowly and looked at his body. He felt that the robe on his body was much larger than usual. The robe Almost to the ground.

"Are you... okay?" Claire was a little worried.

"I will never drink this stuff again anyway." Gray made a hoarse voice in his throat.

"Okay, it looks like you're feeling very well now." She casually let go of her hand.

Gray walked to the mirror. The person in the mirror was doing the same movements as him, but his appearance was so unfamiliar. He was probably in his 40s, with fluffy red curly hair and bulging eyes, one big and one small, like It looked like he had been punched, and there was a scar between the left mandible and his neck. The man was very thin. Although he was about the same height as Gray, his thin shoulders made the robe look much too big and very ill-fitting.

"He looks like a veteran who is often active in black market transactions." She walked next to Gray and looked in the mirror. "Remember to show the proper momentum."

"Where did you get your hair?" The hoarse voice coming from his throat still made him feel uncomfortable.

"I bought it from an unemployed homeless person, so I guarantee that the secret will not be revealed."

Gray suppressed waves of fatigue and a vague feeling of vomiting.

"Okay," he put on his hood, "my name is Morels now."

"Mr. Morels," Claire said cooperatively, "the person we made an appointment with may have arrived."

"What's that man's name?" Gray was rolling up his sleeves to make it less procrastinating.

"Pell, he's going to have a yellow patch on his left cuff."

"This matter will be resolved soon."

……

When Gray pushed open the door of the Pig's Head Bar, everyone in the bar stopped talking silently and looked at him warily. Everyone inside covered themselves tightly. The room of the Pig's Head Bar was small and dark. There was a strong smell of mutton in the house.Thick dirt accumulated on the windows, barely letting in any light from the outside, and some candle stubs were burning on the rough wooden table.

Gray rolled his bulging and swollen eyes and found the conspicuous yellow patch among a group of people dressed in dark clothes.

The barkeeper was wiping a glass with a dirty rag that looked like it had never been washed. It was Aberforth Dumbledore.

When Gray approached him, he glanced at Gray and quickly looked away, looking very contemptuous of the person in front of him.

"What do you want?"

"Two glasses of juniper," said Gray in a low, husky voice.

He was wearing a black robe that was several sizes fatter. He shuffled towards the table of the man with yellow patches on his sleeves. He took his time and looked at the surroundings with a sharp look from time to time - doing so should make him look more like himself. not to be trifled.

The man with the yellow patch on the cuffs was like the others around him, wearing a hood and bandages, covering his face tightly, with only his mouth and one eye exposed. When Gray stood at the table, the man was removing a dirty His fork was stuck on a small pink cake on the table. The pink thing was incompatible with the style here.

"Hello, is it you? Morels." The man raised his head and looked at him with bulging eyes.

"Pell, right?"

"Yes," the man scooped out a small piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, "I'm so glad you didn't let me down."

"Let's get straight to the point. You must have obtained the eggs of the rune snake, right?"

"Of course," he took out a small box from his robe and opened it. There was a crystal clear oval snake egg inside, "Fifteen hundred galleons."

Gray looked at the contents of the box.

Seeing his hesitation, Pell added, "Don't worry about where you came from. I have a rune snake as a pet, and I saw this egg spit out from its mouth with my own eyes."

"Twelve hundred, no more." Gray said calmly.

"Deal." Pell chuckled twice.

The other party agreed so readily, which made Gray feel that his bid should have failed and should have been lower.But Gray didn't smile, just took a sip from his gin glass, trying to increase his advantage.

"But you know, normally I wouldn't offer such a high price." Gray lowered his voice and gently placed a bag of money on the table, but kept his hand on it, "I want to know if you can get a five-legged monster. , I need this thing, especially keeping one in a cage is very interesting..."

"Do you want MacBoone?" Pell stirred the cake with a fork casually. "Mr. Morels really has a wide range of skills. Unfortunately, I can't do that stuff, and everyone around me does it too." Don’t come, after all, things like Mau McBoone are too fierce.”

"In my opinion, rune snakes are also very fierce."

"Unlike runes, they can be kept as pets."

Pere gradually lost his patience. He stirred twice casually and put the fork aside.

"I can't get it here, Mr. Morels. I'm afraid you have to find someone who is capable. For the sake of our happy transaction, I kindly remind you about the black market. No one wants to fight. It was Mau McBoone's idea, because there were very few wizards who could capture them, and it was of no use. I accepted the twelve hundred, after all, we had agreed upon it before we talked about Mau McBoone."

After saying that, Pell picked up the gin glass and toasted him, drank it in one gulp, took the money bag from the table and put it into his robe.

"Good luck to you, Mr. Morels, and if you do get one, you'll be the first person I've ever seen to keep a furry McBoone as a pet."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and left, leaving only the box on the table and the battered piece of cake.

……

Mason looked at the snake egg gently wrapped in hay in the small box.

"So, no one really wants to catch five-legged monsters?" Mason asked.

"'No one wants to prey on MacBoone. After all, there are very few wizards who can capture them, and they have no use.' These are the exact words." Gray said.

"Bah! It's of no use? It's of great use! That's because these people are ignorant!" Mason put the box aside, "Didn't any of those hunters who saw money come forward? Are they too greedy and hate money? Less?!"

"There is no shortage of money, but there is a shortage of people who are willing to take the risk to get the money." Claire said, "Gray asked a lot of people, especially the dark wizards, but they were unwilling to take this job. Here we know a lot about the habits of the five-legged monsters. There are very few people.”

"What to do now! The Elixir Yeast thing is going to come to a halt again!"

Gray and Claire looked at each other. They had been busy for several days, but there was no way. No one was willing to take that risk. Even some notorious money hunters would choose life first in this matter. .

"We'll keep looking," Claire said.

These were the last words between the three people. The pace of making Elliott Hill yeast stopped on this day. Everyone returned to their original rhythm of life. They could only remind each other to pay attention to safety. Everything became the same as when they were on vacation. For a while, the five-legged monster became a knot in Gray's mind.

Gray often thought, what if those French people really came to his door?He, Claire and Mason might even hurt his father...but how should he protect everyone?

Originally, he thought that after knowing the plot of the original work, he would arrange everything properly and perform well, but now he found that after stepping into this world personally, he had to face much more things than he imagined.

If something unexpected happens, he can't do anything useful to solve the problem quickly. The only thing he can do is to point his wand at the enemy and stand in front of others.