Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

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A group of black big-eyed snitches flew past in mid-air, and the students at the dinner curiously looked at the golden Tim Gambe on Egg's head.

There are a lot of new things in Hogwarts this year, some of which are ancient inheritances from the East, and some of which are things that Egg made out of nowhere.

And now, there is a group of little golden snitch-like things in the castle. Although a group of students are curious about what they are, they can't ask directly.

Iger did not tell others what these things were used for. After all, in this Western world that values ​​rights and human rights, the existence of such things as monitors is really offensive.

And once the Ministry of Magic knows about this thing, it will ask you if you want it in the name of serving the people, will you give it or not.

Just give it, unhappy.

If you don't give it, people will take advantage of this and attack you, especially your weak spots.

To be honest, Iger still cherishes bird feathers very much, and it is of no harm to him to maintain a glorious image.

Egg can kill one bitch, but he can't kill a group of bitches.

For the time being, we can only declare it to the outside world as a new pet.

Anyway, there are all kinds of weird things in the wizarding world.

Another month of calm time passed, and Egg suddenly received a package from France, which was forwarded by Dumbledore.

Accompanying it was a letter from old Nicolas Flamel.

It probably means that the old man took his wife to find another secluded place and asked Egger not to disturb him again in the future. He wanted to spend his old age quietly.

But in contrast, he sent a very thick notebook, twice as thick as the notebook Rowena gave to Egg.

The notebook records all the old man’s experience and knowledge of alchemy in the past seven hundred years, so the gift is not cheap.

The letter said that some mainstream alchemy techniques had been engraved by the old man in the form of magic. Iger could learn them quickly, but for the branches, Iger had to study the notes himself.

As for if Iger is really unwilling to learn alchemy, just keep it for him until a suitable candidate is available and then Iger will hand it over to him.

Iger had mixed feelings after reading the old man's letter.

He still has a strong interest in alchemy, although his laziness is more serious in comparison

However, the old man actually embodied all these things in the form of magic, which naturally made the weight of the gift different for Egger.

The old man looks very much like leaving the mantle to himself.

Of course, it may just be that he has no other suitable candidates.

But no matter what, the old man's intention has been set here, and there is no way that Iger can just wave his hands and say he doesn't want to learn.

Let’s take a look

For Iger, learning this kind of thing was toxic.

Because when you have no interest in it, it makes you want to sleep just like a beautiful woman

But once you become interested in it, you will find that this beauty has turned into a computer, making you addicted to it without knowing it.

This proves that women are still inferior to computers

For more than a month, Egger has been obsessed with the notebook left by Nicolas Flamel, unable to extricate himself.

An alchemy experience with almost full theory and experience skills, and a soul with an open mind from the st century.

What kind of sparks will there be when the two collide?

There is a magic carpet in front of Iger, which is sponsored by You Mengyu.

This is a very ordinary magic carpet, but it will soon become anything but ordinary.

Egger looked at the sharp scissors in his hand, wiped them with a few scissors, and cut the magic carpet into a shawl. He casually put the magic carpet over his shoulders, and Egger suddenly hit it with an Armstrong spinning jet attitude. The shed roof.

A loud bang

On the roof of the shed, a thin body was swinging, and Egg's head was stuck on the roof of the shed.

"Are you okay?" Huang Hua bounced down on the desk, raising his head and looking at Iger curiously.

"Horn" Egger's voice was broken.

"What's wrong?" Huang Hua tilted his head.

"its stuck"

""

The magic carpet is a product of alchemy, and the broomstick is also a product of alchemy. They are essentially a combination of the inscription of the flying spell and some other aspects of knowledge.

There are many alchemists in the magic world. At least every developer of a broomstick processing factory can be counted as an alchemist.

See, the threshold is so low.

However, in contrast, since Hogwarts does not have an alchemy course, there have been fewer and fewer outstanding alchemists in the UK over the years.

The fundamental result is that the British broomstick manufacturers were instantly reduced to rubbish by foreign broomstick manufacturers.

Over the years, the two manufacturers Comet and Sideswipe have been fighting each other crazily throughout the UK. Then Nimbus and Firebolt walked by inadvertently and kicked these two dead dogs.

Comet: If you dare to kick me, I won’t beat you to death.

Sideways: If you dare to kick me, I won’t kill Comet.

When the two manufacturers occasionally work together, they just put new casings on old engines, and then engage in price wars with imported products.

Egg feels that these broomstick manufacturers are really like some domestic motorcycle manufacturers in previous lives.

Kawasaki: I pick up speed quickly

Domestic manufacturers: I am cheap

Harley: I have a big displacement

Domestic manufacturers: I am cheap

BMW: I have good quality

Domestic manufacturers: I am cheap

Comet and Sideswipe have been doing the same thing for more than years now: We are cheap

When the Nimbus series of large-scale products entered the market, Comet Company waved its hand: Here is the designer, please replace the 260 with a stick, and we will also release a new model.

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Finally, when it was discovered that no one was buying it anymore, the two manufacturers once again raised the patriotic banner: "Hey, support domestic production, dear friends."

In fact, it's not bad here in the UK. Iger even heard from You Mengyu that in Russian magic schools, many students ride on trees and play Quidditch.

When Iger heard this, he had a black question mark on his face.

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Even Elsa told Egger that due to the increasing territory of Muggles in recent years, the Ministry of Magic even wanted to cancel the right to fly broomsticks.

Whether it is policy or development, this aspect is the weakness of the UK. Iger feels that the Ministry of Magic has to take the blame for the poor development of broomsticks in the UK.

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But to be fair, alchemy originated in ancient Egypt and ancient Greece. The best development in the past millennium was only in the generation at the junction of the European and African plates. It is like letting a British wizard playing with a wand suddenly start playing with Chinese spells. There is no such culture. The bottom line is that just writing Chinese characters can drive half of you crazy.

However, since the development of broomsticks is not very optimistic, Egger does not intend to force any changes.

Just kidding, I'm a landowner, okay?

I'm an evil capitalist

What are the colors of capitalism?

Flying broomsticks are not his own industry, so Iger is not in the mood to care about their quality. However, Iger is now planning to build his own industry and firmly hold it in his hands.

He wants to make a big cloak like Doctor Strange's

is that

Doctor Strange: I want to take the hammer, I want to anal him

Cloak: No, you don't want to, just take the cage.

Doctor Strange: No way, I can't beat him

Cloak: Get away, don’t hinder labor and capital from getting p

Doctor Strange: Everything I need

Cloak: Just draw a circle and send me there.

God-level cloak, King Kong is not bad and always has his own ideas

Such a cloak

I should be able to sell it for a lot of money.

The notes given by the old man recorded many homemade methods on brooms and magic carpets, including some improvement methods that the old man himself guessed.

But those are not what Iger wants to focus on. Iger now wants to know how to make a god-level cloak.

The method of cutting the magic carpet seemed inappropriate. Iger struggled for a long time and couldn't pull his head out of the wall. Finally, he remembered that he was a wizard and escaped by apparating.

The reason why Egger insists on making the cloak is really not just to make money, although this sounds a bit untrue.

But in my impression, Doctor Strange's cloak is really a cheat-like artifact, the kind that can take you flying.

So Iger thinks that at least Hermione and Elsa should do it one by one.

In case they encountered any danger without him, the cloak might be of good use.

Suddenly, Egger remembered something. He remembered that in the original book, the Weasley twins also made anti-jinx hats. As long as they stared into each other's eyes, the other person's jinx would return to hit the caster.

As soon as he slapped his thigh, Iger immediately said, I also want this skill.

As a result, the twin brothers also joined Egger's alchemy research and study group.

"Sounds like a lot of fun," Fred said.

Regardless of the various pitfalls and unreliability that the twins usually face, in fact, the two of them have very good academic performance. Otherwise, they would not be able to commit suicide under the nose of Professor McGonagall for so many years without being killed by the older cat girl.

At least when it comes to ordinary spells and potions, the twins have very solid basic skills. They can even adjust some potions that were only learned in senior grades with ease.

Although the two of them spent so much time choosing an age-enhancing agent during the Goblet of Fire, in fact, age-enhancing agents are not something that students of Egg's age should learn at all.

And why would he learn this?

That's because Snape's lessons all depend on his mood. As for how to teach, it's okay not to tell him.

Therefore, when it came to studying the cloak, Egg found that the two men's understanding of magic was really as good as his own.

"Don't use the illusion potion boss, cast the spell directly. The potion will be ineffective, but the spell will never fade." Fred said lazily, stopping Egger's behavior.

Egg suddenly felt that without this violent magic power, he would be a younger brother.

Time flies so fast, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. The three of them have been in the Room of Requirement almost all the time except during class time, and more than half of their work has been completed.

"The abilities we have now include the Disillusionment Curse, the Flying Curse, the Warming Curse, the Ultimate Guard, the Armor Guard, and the Anti-Destruction Curse that was applied by the boss three or five times." George muttered, looking at a piece of paper in his hand. Gudu said, not far in front of him was a dummy stone statue. The stone statue was covered with a semi-finished product that several people worked hard for a month to make.

Egg looked at the cloak and nodded slightly.

For this cloak, he even went to the principal's office to borrow Voldemort's Soul Lamp from Dumbledore.

Under Dumbledore's supervision, Iger successfully learned how to protect Horcruxes from Voldemort. Voldemort seemed very happy that Iger came to learn from him. He has always been very conceited, so he also frankly put forward the method of protecting souls. The protective magic of the weapon was taught to Egger. It seemed that being able to teach Egger a lesson was something he was very proud of.

After Dumbledore's confirmation, Egger applied those spells to the cloak.

It is no exaggeration to say that this cloak is now perfect in other aspects except that it does not have the effect of an invisibility cloak and has an independent personality.

Even now, if Iger were to sell this cloak, Iger would not sell it for less than five hundred galleons.

Five hundred Galleons, the price of a Firebolt

The cloak on the stone statue looks very simple at first glance, but if you look closely, it is actually quite simple. It is just a simple black cloak. The buttons on the cloak are small thumb-sized speculums, which can detect evil things nearby in time. people.

However, the simple black cloak is the result of a month of hard work by the three of them.

"The last boss" Fred patted Egger on the shoulder: "The additional personality is left to you."

Egg nodded, stepped forward and slowly took out the staff from his arms and lit it on the cloak.

This time he didn't plan to add memories recklessly, he only planned to imprint his own personality on it.

And even if he only imprints his personality, Iger will only imprint some positive aspects, and Iger will not imprint other aspects.

What if this thing is sold in batches in the future and one unhappy buyer is strangled to death?

Pursing his lips slightly, Egg said softly: "In the name of Egg Morriss"

"I swear in the name of evil eggs we're going to get rich," Fred whispered in George's ear, and George nodded sympathetically.

The only regrets about this cloak are that it does not have the effect of an invisibility cloak and can only be attached with a second-level illusion spell. Furthermore, there is no magic rebound effect.

The armor spell can rebound, but the direction of the rebound is not fixed and it is easy to accidentally injure friendly troops. Therefore, the armor spell applied by Egg is less effective. Fortunately, there are other protective magics.

But it's not without its advantages. The biggest advantage of the cloak is that it has personality, but no ideas.

Just like a broomstick, it can fly, but how it flies depends on the user's control, so the cloak will be very obedient.

A crashing sound sounded, as if the curtains were being lifted. In front of Iger, a large black cloak spread out automatically and quietly without wind.

The cloak floated quietly in front of Iger, with the collar slightly crooked, as if he was sizing up Iger, and then he gently stretched out a corner of his clothes.

"It wants to shake your hand"

Fred whispered.

Iger stretched out his hand and shook the cloak with a smile. The cloak was immediately hooded. The next second, the black cloak on Iger was thrown out like a broken sack under the magic cloak, and fell weakly on the ground. on the ground.

Egger: ""

twin:""

"I feel so disgusted." Fred grinned.

George snorted: "We guessed wrong. This cloak seems to have a mind of its own."

Hogwarts Poisoned Egg