Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger has never had a good impression of goblins, and he is sincerely disgusted by this kind of creature who is not born with kindness.

For them, everything can be weighed on a balance, including conscience.

All the way to Gringotts in France, looking at the goblins busy playing with money, Iger casually walked to the middle counter.

"Goblin, talk about a business?" Iger lay on the counter and looked at the ugly and old goblin in front of him. Behind him, Lupine's heart skipped a beat when he heard Iger call the goblin.

The goblin didn't care about Iger's impolite address. Instead, he grinned his mouth wide, his small eyes sparkled, and the word "business" tempted them more than anything else.

"It's an honor for Tiber to serve you, distinguished guest...what do you want?" Tiber raised the delicate glasses on his face and looked at Iger.

"Mithril..." Iger grinned. Since he often went to Gringotts to get pocket money, Iger knew this group of goblins too well. As long as it was beneficial, he didn't care if you called him his son.

Tiber hesitated for a moment, then raised his head to look at Iger: "What do you have?"

"Gold..." Iger's voice was soft and seductive: "A lot of...gold..."

After the words fell, Iger could feel the elf's breathing quickened. Tiber hesitated for a while: "Five for one, don't think Mr. Gui, although our elves are greedy, honesty is the best."

Five grams of gold is exchanged for one gram of mithril. Mithril is a legend of goblins. In Tiber's view, five for one is fair.

"When are goblins worthy of talking about honesty? One for one!" Iger sneered and stretched out a finger: "I know that there are many goblins who wander outside your group. As long as you work hard, you can always find those two traitors. I'm not particularly in a hurry."

That's what I said, but in fact, so far, many wizards have exchanged Mithril from goblins, but they have never exchanged Mithril forging methods.

"That's not okay, sir. The value of mithril itself is much rarer than gold, plus its significance to us elves. The only concession I can make is four for one." Tiber said hesitantly.

"The mithril I want will not be less than ten pounds, old guy...Two for one!" Iger snorted.

ten pounds...

Tiber narrowed his eyes and thought secretly,

As far as gold trading is concerned, this is already a very big deal. If you want to contact for future business, the best way is to retreat a little bit. It's not too difficult to get there...

"One gram of Mithril is exchanged for three grams of gold! This is really our bottom line!" Tiber's face was a little dignified, and he didn't seem to be lying.

"Deal!" Iger clapped his hands.

"Please wait a moment..." Tiber jumped off the high stool, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the vault on the side. Ten minutes later, the old guy came over with a big box in his arms, looked at Iger and laughed: " This is twelve pounds of mithril, do you have the strength to eat it?"

The old goblin opened the box, and a piece of shiny silver metal appeared in front of Iger.

Iger didn't ask whether it was true or not, and directly took out a pile of gold from his arms and put it in front of the old goblin: "These should be enough."

A few minutes later, Tiber finished weighing the gold with satisfaction, indicating that the transaction was over, and Iger happily put the Mithril into his arms.

"Happy transaction, Mr. Morriss..." Tiber laughed cheerfully.

"You know me?" Iger looked curiously at the old goblin in front of him.

"Of course, there are not many silences in this era, and every one that appears will attract extra attention..." Tiber nodded.

"Oh~ that's it..." Iger laughed weirdly, and then fell to the ground with a very painful face, and black air burst out of his body: "Not good! My silence broke out... you all quickly run!"

Tiber looked at the raging black mist in front of him in shock, and then looked at the monstrous black mist in front of him. In just a moment, the entire hall was filled with black mist, and the exquisite chandeliers and luxurious decorations all disappeared in an instant. For fly ash.

The panicked cries of goblins and guests could be faintly heard in the distance, and Tiber's face suddenly turned pale, and he screamed: "Stop! Stop!"

"No, I can't control it, this thing is too powerful..." Iger's voice was still coming: "Quickly think of a way to stop me!"

Tiber immediately understood what Iger meant...

Immediately, a burst of overwhelming grief rose from the bottom of my heart, your heart is too dark!

In the black mist, Lupine looked at the raging black mist beside him with a strange expression but remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"Two for one!" Tiber's miserable voice came.

"I'm about...losing...consciousness..." Iger's voice sounded a bit painful.

"One for one!" cried Tiber.

"Uh...I want...I can't..." Iger's voice was intermittent.

"I'm sending you off! I'm sending you off!" Tiber shouted furiously, throwing the gold into the black mist: "Please, stop!"

Tiber had no doubt that if he held the gold again, the black mist in front of him would definitely swallow him up in an instant.

With a sound of 'swish', the building debris flying in the air fell to the ground in an instant, and the black mist in the sky disappeared without a trace. The goblins and guests in the hall squatted on the ground with their heads in their arms. No one was harmed by the big movement.

Iger smiled, transforming with the Philosopher's Stone is different from transforming without the Philosopher's Stone.

Transformed with the Philosopher's Stone, whoever Iger wants to die will die.

If you don't bring the Philosopher's Stone, you will die!

"Good guy!" Iger didn't wait for Tiber's reaction, he grabbed Tiber's hand and looked around: "I'm sorry, I accidentally broke out in silence today, but I want to thank Mr. I bought ten pounds of mithril and his encouragement to me, which calmed down my restless heart in time, so that the tragedy did not happen!"

"So I must express my gratitude to Mr. Tiber!" Iger flicked his wand, and a pennant suddenly floated in the air. The golden letters on the pennant shone brightly: Help the needy and the poor!

Putting the pennant on Tiber's body, Iger waved his wand in his hand, and the venue suddenly became turbulent. Countless debris reconstituted tables and chairs, and the chandelier on the ceiling flew back to its original position. , all the items returned to their previous positions and became intact, and then Tiber saw Iger grabbing Lupin's arm and disappeared with a 'snap'...

After a long time, Tiber, who came back to his senses, looked at the wizards in front of him who were applauding him, and felt that his heart was bleeding.

Too cruel!

Gold is already expensive in the current market, not to mention the value of more than 30 pounds of gold!

And also sent out a piece of Mithril...

Appearing in the safe house with a 'snap', Lupine frowned and looked like Iger: "Iger, do this...isn't it good?"

"What's wrong..." Iger didn't realize it at all, and took out Mithril from his pocket and put it on the table: "Actually... If he didn't mention this, I really wouldn't have thought of it, but don't worry, it's changed Their words will only be darker than mine, and those damn goblins are much more skilled than me in their black-eating activities."

"Aren't you afraid that someone will use this to attack you? Control you?" Lupine looked at Iger worriedly.

"Of course I'm scared..." Iger nodded, and then smiled weirdly: "But I can't help but transform when I'm scared..."

Lupine: "..."

What the hell is this feeling of being beaten by a monkey?

If you co-author it, you can be sure that you are silent and no one dares to touch you?

Lupine also felt quite helpless, knowing that Iger was Moran, but so far, the magic world really has no successful way to deal with Moran.

The best way is to sneak attack when the opponent is not transformed, but it is not useful for Iger...

Change your body, you can't beat him...

In desperation, Lupine had no choice but to stop thinking about this matter, anyway, no one cares about the life and death of the goblins...

In fact, this is also the case. If Iger cheats any family in the magic world, someone will definitely attack him, but if the target of the scam is a goblin, even the local Ministry of Magic in France will not care...

Even if conditions permit, they will take advantage of the fire and rob those goblins who want money.

The existence of goblins is not respected like veela or mermaids. Most wizards hate goblins more than centaurs.

Centaurs are hated by wizards because of their inexplicable sense of pride. They have four hooves and are called human foals. They can only use a little superficial magic and go crazy...

The goblins are hated because of their bottomless greed and dangerous and cruel character.

"Grandpa, do you think it is this thing?" Iger took out Mithril from his pocket and put it on the table.

Nicole Flamel nodded as soon as he picked it up: "It is indeed Mithril. This thing is very light. You can see that it is the size of a Quaffle, but it only weighs about ten pounds. It would be as heavy as other metals." Almost impossible."

"How long will it take to finish?" Iger breathlessly looked at the Mithril in Nico's hand.

"Including your pistol, the two will take a total of ** days..." Nico did some calculations, then turned to look at Iger: "What style of staff do you want?"

"Can I choose this by myself?" Iger was overjoyed.

"Of course, many of them are even made of wood, but considering your violent magic power, I still choose metal..." Nico nodded.

"I want something that looks more suitable for young people. It's youthful, not like a scepter. It's better to be a little sporty. It would be better if it can defend itself like a weapon..." Iger thought for a while and said.

"I understand..." Nicolas nodded, and went back to the room thoughtfully.

Iger grinned, looking forward to his new staff.

"Are we living here these days?" Lupine looked at Iger curiously.

"Otherwise?" Iger shrugged: "But we can still choose how to spend the daytime..."

"I don't suggest you go out to Eiger..." Lupine shook his head slightly: "Your identity itself is very sensitive, now you don't have a wand, and you don't have a pistol..."

Facing Lupin's gaze, Iger hooked his fingers with a smile, and the water glass beside him suddenly floated up, and then Iger clenched his fist violently, and the water glass was suddenly crushed into pieces by an inexplicable force.

"As long as I don't encounter a monster like Dumbledore, it doesn't mean much to me whether I have a wand or not..." Iger smacked his lips, the Sorcerer's Stone has been handed over to Nicolas to create a staff, and now he has more magic power is overflowing...

"You're right..." Lupine stared straight at the broken water glass, then silently followed Iger and turned to leave.

Two hours later, the two changed their outfits and walked on the streets of Paris.

It is said that people rely on clothes, and Iger thinks this is true. Ever since Lupine changed into a casual suit and a Cartier watch, the eyes of passing women will basically glance at the two, and some even have a bold look. The girl would also enthusiastically hand over her phone number, and the jealousy would tear Iger apart.

Of course, this is mainly because of Lupine's own good looks, and after Iger dragged and dragged him to change his outfit and cut his hair, he became like a Tang monk, and the female fairies on the street wanted to have a bite Monk Meat…

It was Lupin who replaced Iger, and he had already taken the beauties to the hotel to give them a taste of the wonderful Shaolin stick technique...

Every time after receiving the other party's phone number, Lu Ping would put it in the bag with a reserved face, and looked at the other girl with a gentle smile, which caused every girl who left to let out a burst of intoxicated screams.

Iger is a little bit blind, is he so charming?

It wasn't until a long time later that Iger realized why no one gave him his phone number...

An old grandma was walking down the street with her granddaughter. As soon as the beautiful doll saw Iger, she approached affectionately. Then the old grandma on the opposite side looked at Lupin and said, "Sir, your son is as handsome as you..."

Iger was messy after hearing this, looked at Lupin's blond hair, and then at his own blond hair, Iger suddenly fell into deep thought.

Cooperating with the handsome guy in my eyes, in the eyes of others, is it just a couple?

It's too bad to be a son for nothing for a long time, isn't it?

So those girls just now looked at Lu Ping as a handsome and mature single father?

Don't ask why you're single, because most married men don't have the time to clean up so decently...

And the French seem to have a talent for always being able to accurately identify whether a person is married or not.

"Let's go separately!"

A few minutes later, Iger looked at Lupine seriously. He was really fed up. The little girls passing by never gave him their phone numbers. Occasionally, there were one or two who wanted to strike up a conversation. After glancing at Lupine, he hurried away.

After all, a girl who is as open as France has no reason to strike up a conversation with a child in front of her father...

"Unfortunately, the task Dumbledore gave me is to always be by your side." Lupine looked at Iger with a sly smile.

"Remus, you are already a man who is almost forty years old, it's time to learn how to fall in love." Iger looked at the man in front of him seriously.

"I'm a werewolf, and no girl from a good family is willing to marry me. Besides, even if I want to, I can't do that. I will destroy her and my child..." Lupine's eyes were a little sad .

Iger looked at Lupine, and then reached out and took out a group photo in his arms, which was a group photo in Aisha Auror's office.

Iger pointed to the figure of Tonks next to Aisha: "What do you think of this girl?"

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