Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Ravenclaw?" Lupine looked at the staff curiously, and called out the name of the last founder.

The staff didn't move at all, it still looked like the halberd, it seemed that it didn't hear Lupine's words...

Lupine felt a little embarrassed, why didn't he respond when I said it?

"I am its maker, so I can say that except for me, the wand uses the core of Iger's wand, so only Iger is recognized, and the wand is different from the ignorant wand. The wand will follow the master's If they are defeated and captured, they will transfer their loyal targets, but the staff will not, they are only loyal to their master." Nicolas May patted Lupine on the shoulder and explained to him, alleviating Lupine's embarrassment.

"Ravenclaw..." Iger looked eagerly at the halberd in his hand, and the halberd transformed into a stick again, and then two wings-like guards came out. Iger looked carefully, this is the wings …

In the middle of the gauntlet is a relief of an eagle stepping on the Sorcerer's Stone, and Iger suddenly knew what had become this time.

Grasping his hand under the gauntlet, Iger exerted a little force in his hand, and a mithril long sword was immediately pulled out by Iger from the long staff at the other end.

The hilt under the wings is about 30 centimeters long, the blade is about four feet, about 1.2 meters, and the blade is two centimeters wide. It looks extremely slender as a whole.

This is a sword in a stick!

"These four weapons...None of them I can use..." Iger sighed with some emotion: "It's really too delicate, I don't even feel like I'm worthy of it..."

"Give it a name." Nicole May looked at Iger cheerfully. It is a very satisfying thing for the old man to be recognized for his craftsmanship.

Iger took a deep breath, then looked around, but couldn't find the shadow of a certain pair of twins, so he squeezed his chin and thought about it.

"How about convincing people with reason?" Iger's eyes lit up.

"Convincing people with reasoning?" Lupine's eyes lit up: "A good name, it sounds very gentlemanly."

"I think it's good too." Nicole May nodded. The old man is at an age of self-cultivation, and the name suits his taste very well.

"Why did you choose this name? It's not like your style..." Lupine looked at Iger with some surprise: "Speaking of reason..."

"No,

Big fists are the last word, which fits my style very well. "Iger corrected Lupin's words solemnly, physics is also reasonable, there is nothing wrong with it...

Lupine: "..."

Fuck, is that the case?

Iger curled his lips, it's a hammer and a sickle, it's very appropriate to call Eli convincing, right?

Take this thing and walk around the UK, there will never be a second voice...

Playing with the new staff fondly, changing the long staff in his hand, Iger felt extremely satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you, Grandpa Nicole!" Iger bowed to Nicole May from the bottom of his heart.

"You're welcome, kid..." Nicole May looked at Iger cheerfully: "I have to remind you a few points. The first is that this staff is very powerful! It's terrifyingly strong..."

"Mithril, the Philosopher's Stone, and your staff core exist in a three-legged form, which will also make your spellcasting stable in the future, so you must pay attention when casting spells on others."

Nicolas said in a shrill voice: "Because the Philosopher's Stone has become a part of your staff, your staff has the ability to turn stones into gold, but the elixir of life cannot be refined anymore."

"Why do you think I'm at a loss?" Iger blinked, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"No, although you can no longer brew the elixir of life, you, the owner of the staff, will be affected by the Philosopher's Stone, and your lifespan will be greatly extended. In fact, the elixir of life does not really make you immortal..." Nicole May emphasized : "Look at me and you will know. The so-called immortality is only to greatly prolong your lifespan, but it will eventually decay one day, so in my opinion, this is not a big loss."

Iger nodded, the old man was right.

After all, the bones of the old man in front of him were brittle, which meant that the elixir of life was not as valuable as rumored.

"Furthermore, because this staff is made of mithril and gold, it also has a very high strength, so don't throw it on others at will..." Nicolas thought for a while: "For the time being With these points, I suggest that you must master it well before catching the snake."

Iger nodded, listening to the old man, this thing can easily discount other people's legs?

It's so convenient...

"Where's my gun?" Iger looked at the old man.

Nico smiled, turned around and took a box and handed it to Iger: "Your idea is very good, and it is not very difficult for me..."

Hearing this, Iger decided to engage in a Gatling next time, the kind that will take a blue fire...

"I did some research and made bullets out of mithril. I engraved a launch spell on the hammer, and a summoning spell inscribed in the bullet slot. Every bullet fired every moment will be summoned back the second after the impact... Nicole May smiled cheerfully: "This thing is very useful. Mithril can have a strong restraint effect on many black magic creatures. You can keep it just in case..."

"Thank you..." Iger fondly played with the revolver in his hand, then turned to look at Nicolas May: "If necessary, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"If possible, I hope that one day Beauxbatons will be able to get your help if needed. That is the last effort of my wife and I..." The old man was not a polite person, and directly expressed his thoughts.

Beauxbaton is located in the Pyrenees in the west of France, at the junction of France and Spain. Nicole May and his wife donated a lot of land and school buildings to the school. So far, there are still two schools on the campus. A fountain named after a man.

It can be said that the old man is considered a national treasure-level educator in France.

"I will cover Beauxbatons from now on!" Iger took Lupine away without saying a word of promise.

But Nicole May is very relieved, if the rumors about Iger are true, then Beauxbaton will be very stable in the future.

As for the rumors about Iger?

Actually nothing...

It's nothing more than friendly and gentle, powerful and incomparable... This is positive.

As for the negative side, it is unreasonable, with black hands and black hearts...

To put it simply, it is a shit-stirring stick that no one dares to mess with. This has almost become common sense in the British magical world. Most wizards have heard of Iger from the mouths of children. It is not surprising to have this opinion …

Lupine was very surprised, why a good promise could turn into a declaration of bandits occupying territory in Iger's mouth?

If he becomes the Minister of Magic in the future, will he say to the bottom when he takes office: From now on, the British magic world will be covered by me!

Are you the leader of the British wizarding world?

After a long time, the two went directly to the French Ministry of Magic to simply register and left France.

This time, no one made it difficult for Lu Ping, because the British Immigration Department erased Lu Ping's identity as a werewolf. As for why, I don't know...

Traveling all the way to Italy with a toilet door key, the moment I landed, Iger seemed to hear an electronic sound coming from my mind: Ding! A new map has been unlocked, and the destination can be reached simply by apparating…

The two didn't stay in Italy for too long. Although Iger wanted to taste the local cuisine in Italy, he was dragged to the local Ministry of Magic by Lupin's urgent business, and arrived in Albania with the Portkey.

Iger was thinking about a question along the way.

When did capturing Voldemort become official?

I don't have a salary! Travel expenses must be reimbursed by yourself!

This is obviously a trip, okay?

But it was too late, and by the time he figured it out, he had already arrived in Albania...

Albania is not very big, at best it is the size of a few counties in the UK, and it is not as large as those small provinces in China.

There is no special food in China, and most of them are mainly Italian food.

But the scenery is really beautiful, the most important thing is the sunshine!

This made Iger very moved...

For a long time, I have been feeling the half-dead sunlight in the UK, and sometimes I have to wear sweaters in summer.

And in Albania, no! need! want!

The sunny day shines on the earth, the warm sea breeze blows gently, and some girls in bikinis can even be seen on the beach in the distance.

Iger bought a half sleeve and put it on...

"Suddenly... I don't want to go back to England..." Iger felt the warm sunshine by the coastline and opened his arms a little intoxicatedly, and the golden staff obediently floated behind him.

"Okay, we should find a tavern to stay and go to the Albanian forest tomorrow." Lupine couldn't help shaking his head looking at Iger's appearance. Can this appearance really catch Voldemort?

"Where's the target?" Iger looked at Lupine.

"Dumbledore said he was in the forest east of Tirana. We are just west of Tirana. This is the capital of Albania, but there is a large virgin forest in the east..." Lupine took out a map and looked at it. .

"So...how did Dumbledore stare at him?" Iger looked at Lupine curiously: "Speaking of...who is staring at him?"

Soon, Iger knew who it was.

"What is Aisha's broomstick?" Iger held the staff in his hand and looked at the man in front of him calmly.

"Nimura 2001." The man said in a rough voice, "Boy, what did you give me for the first time?"

"Gold." Iger spread his hands.

"It looks fine..."

When Iger saw the short, stocky man with scars in the wizard tavern on the outskirts of Tirana, Iger was very curious.

What is curious is not the other party's identity, but the other party's eyes that roll around.

That blue magic eye that can see things a mile away through the back of his head...

Want to pick!

This is the most intuitive feeling when Iger and Moody met for the first time.

I really want to pick it off!

"My intuition tells me you're slapping my eyes, kid!" Moody gave Iger a fierce look, seemingly dissatisfied with Iger's reaction.

"How did this magic eye...?" Iger looked at Moody eagerly.

"I don't know much about alchemy, but I have a friend who makes it. I can introduce him to you if I have a chance." Moody said in a rough voice, then turned to look at Lupine. : "Long time no see, Remus."

"Long time no see!" Lupine looked at Moody cheerfully.

"I said you would make a good Auror, but those damn bastards in the Ministry of Magic turned you down because you were a werewolf..." Moody said angrily, "Look at this place, it's everywhere! The werewolves and vampires are alive and well..."

Iger looked blankly at the irascible uncle in front of him who was angry at the Ministry of Magic online, not knowing what to say.

"So, Dumbledore sent you to catch the mysterious man?" Moody's magic eye rolled, "Egg Morrissey... my good student, the boy who never leaves his mouth..."

"Thank you..." Iger smiled reservedly.

"You think I'm praising you?" Moody looked at Iger with a dark face: "You corrupted the entire Auror office with gold! If it weren't for me, that girl Aisha would have been transferred out by Rufus long ago!"

This is so embarrassing...

Blame me? Iger looked at Moody helplessly, not knowing what to say.

"Voldemort is still in this forest?" Iger looked at Moody curiously, and wisely changed the subject.

"Yes, a guy who is neither human nor ghost... Also, don't call that guy's name! Be careful!" Moody snorted, took a small bottle from his body and took a sip.

Iger sniffed it with his nose. It smelled like flame whiskey, but it was not pure. It should be brewed by himself. In short, it didn't taste like compound soup...

"Would you like a drink?" Moody's magic eyes rolled around.

"I have it here!" Iger took out two bottles of whiskey casually.

"Good habit! It's best not to drink what others handed you when you're out of the house." Moody's face turned red, and the magic eye in his eyes turned over and swept back and forth: "Look at the wizard five meters behind me on the right , that was a werewolf who bit a lot of children. The local Ministry of Magic has been trying to catch him. Damn it, if it wasn’t for my other things, this mad dog would have been turned over to the Ministry of Magic...Of course, I’m not targeting you, Lyme S."

"This place is full of wandering criminals from the magic world, but the local Ministry of Magic in Albania is really powerless. After all, the local magic world has too few people, and all the dark wizards in Europe are willing to run here..." Moody snorted angrily. talking.

Iger nodded. The extremely stupid guys from the British Ministry of Magic can occupy a large part of the voice in the International Association of Magicians. You can imagine how weak the magic world in a small country is now.

"I suggest that you catch him at noon tomorrow. What I observed is that his strength is weakest at noon when the sun is most abundant, and he is accompanied by a snake all day long." Moody snorted. : "Tomorrow at noon, I will take you to find him. You must make preparations as soon as possible. Before that, don't fall into the ways of these black wizards."

"Understood..." Iger nodded.

Iger thinks that a person with such a reputation like himself should not be troubled by anyone who doesn't open his eyes, but that's just what he thinks.

In fact, for most dark wizards, Iger's delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and a soft, blond boy are too alluring.

For example, after Lupine and Moody left to observe the forest, the wizards gathered in front of Iger, in their eyes, Iger seemed to have become a meal on the plate.

"Little brother, what's your name? My sister will take you to do some happy things, okay?" It was a woman with red eyes who spoke. The woman's cheekbones were high, and her eyes wandered from time to time on Iger when she spoke.

"Egg Morrissey." Iger looked at a group of dark wizards in front of him with a smile.

He felt that the reason why Moody dragged Lupine to the forest to observe was probably because he wanted to use his own hands to kill these black wizards...

"Where did you hear this name?" An old witch with a wrinkled mouth said dryly.

"I also feel like I've heard it somewhere..." A wizard next to him was holding a glass of whiskey.

Looking at the man's pointed canine teeth, Iger nodded slightly, this is a werewolf...

"Perhaps some pure-blooded young master came out? A vicious family? Is there anyone with that name?" A wizard next to the man laughed: "Skinny and tender boy...I want him, who? Any comments?"

"Damn werewolf..." The old witch on the side looked unhappy: "I can help you find a good local little girl. I want this child. My alchemy can make him more valuable..."

As she spoke, the old witch stretched out her wrinkled hand to Iger.

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