"Click, click..."

A group of black-eyed snitches flew by in droves in midair, and the students at the dinner party looked curiously at the golden Tim Gambe above Egger's head.

There are a lot of new things at Hogwarts this year, some of them are ancient inheritances from the East, and some of them are something that Egg has inexplicably concocted.

And now, there is a group of little things like golden snitches in the castle, and although a group of students are curious about what this is, they can't ask directly.

Iger didn't tell anyone what these things were for, after all, in this Western world that values privacy and human rights, the existence of such a thing as a monitor is really disgusting.

And once the Ministry of Magic knows about this thing, and asks you in the name of serving the people, do you give it or not.

Give it up, it's not happy.

If you don't give it, people will seize this point to attack you with human kidneys, and pick your soft spots.

To be reasonable, Iger still cherishes birds very much... Feathered, to be able to maintain a glorious image, this kind of thing is good for him, and it is not harmful.

Egg can kill a slut, but not a bunch of sluts.

I can only claim to be a new pet.

Anyway, there's all sorts of weird stuff in the wizarding world...

After another month of calm and quiet, Iger suddenly received a package from France, which had been forwarded by Dumbledore.

Attached to it is a letter from Nicol Lemay the Elder.

It probably means that the old man took his wife to find another place to live in seclusion, so that Iger would not bother him in the future, and he wanted to spend his old age quietly.

On the other hand, he sent a very heavy notebook, twice as thick as the one Rowena had given to Egger.

The notebook records all the old man's experience and experience in alchemy for nearly 700 years, and the gift is not invaluable.

The letter said that some of the mainstream alchemy methods had been engraved by the old man in the form of magic, and Iger could learn it quickly, but the branch had to be studied by Egger himself.

As for if Egger is really unwilling to learn alchemy, he will keep it for him, and then Egger will transfer it to the other party when there is a suitable person.

After reading the old man's coming, Egger was full of mixed feelings.

He still has a strong interest in alchemy, although his lazy cancer is more serious in comparison...

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

The old man looks like he keeps the mantle for himself.

Of course, it could just be that he doesn't have any other suitable candidates...

But no matter what, the old man's heart is already here, and Iger can't wave his hand anymore and say that he can't learn it.

Let's take a look...

For Iger, learning this kind of thing is toxic.

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

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

This proves that women are still not as good as computers...

For more than a month, Iger has been addicted to the notebook left by Nicol Lemay.

An alchemical experience that is almost full of theoretical and empirical skills, and a soul from the twenty-first century.

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

There is a magic carpet in front of Egger, and the magic carpet is sponsored by Yu Mengyu.

It's a very ordinary magic carpet, but it will soon become less ordinary.

Egger looked at the sharp big scissors in his hand, wiped a few scissors, and the magic carpet was cut into a shawl by Egger, and he casually covered the magic carpet over his shoulder, and Egger suddenly hit his head on the roof of the shed in a Armstrong whirlwind jet posture.

Bang bang...

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

"Are you alright?" Huanghua jumped on the desk, raising his head and looking at Iger curiously.

"Horn—" Egger's voice was choppy.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Huanghua's head was crooked.

"Stuck..."

“……”

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

There are not many alchemists in the wizarding world, at least every developer of the broomstick factory can be counted as an alchemist.

Look, that's how low the bar is.

However, on the other hand, since there is no alchemy at Hogwarts, there have been fewer and fewer excellent alchemists in Britain over the years.

The fundamental result is that the British broom manufacturers were turned into slag by foreign broom factories in seconds...

For so many years, the whole of Britain has been the two manufacturers of Comet and Sweep frantically pinching each other, and then the light wheel and the fire crossbow arrow inadvertently walked by, raised their feet and kicked the two dead dogs.

Comet: How dare you kick me? See if I don't kill the sweep!

Sweep: You dare to kick me? See if I don't kill the comet!

The two manufacturers occasionally rose up, but only put a new casing on the old engine, and then fought a price war with imported goods.

Egger feels that these broom manufacturers are really like some domestic motorcycle manufacturers in the previous life.

Kawasaki: I'm fast!

Domestic manufacturers: I'm cheap!

Harley: I've got a big displacement!

Domestic manufacturers: I'm cheap!

BMW: I'm good quality!

Domestic manufacturers: I'm cheap!

Comet and Sweep have been in the same routine for more than 30 years: we are cheap!

When a series of large trade goods of the light wheel squeezed into the market, the comet company waved its hand: what about the designer? Here, give me a 260 for a stick, and we're going to have a new one!

2333…

In the end, when they found out that everyone didn't buy it, the two manufacturers once again raised the patriotic banner: "Huh, support domestic production..."

In fact, it's okay here in the UK, Iger even heard from Youmengyu that many students in Russian magic schools are riding trees to play Quidditch...

When Iger heard it, there was a black question mark on his face...

Excuse me？

Even Aisha told Iger that the Ministry of Magic even wanted to revoke the right to fly a broomstick due to the Muggles' growing territory in recent years...

Whether it is policy or development, this aspect is the weakness of the United Kingdom, Iger thinks that the development of the British broom is not good, this pot, the Ministry of Magic has to carry it...

(No mapping, the dog's head saves his life 2333...) ）

But to be reasonable, alchemy originated in ancient Egypt and ancient Greece, and the best development in the past thousand years is only the generation at the junction of European and African plates, just like letting a wizard in England play with a wand suddenly play Chinese charms, without that cultural heritage, just writing Chinese characters can drive most of them crazy...

However, since the development of the broom is not very optimistic, Iger does not plan to force some changes.

Just kidding, I'm a landlord, okay?

I am a terrible capitalist!

What are the colors of capitalism? Benefit!

Broomsticks weren't his own business, so Egger wasn't in the mood to care about their good or bad, but Egg was now planning to build his own business and keep it firmly in his hands.

He wanted to make a big cloak of the same style as Doctor Strange...

It's the kind of...

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

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

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

Cloak: Get out of the way, don't get in the way of labor and management winning the MVP!

Doctor Strange: What do I need?

Cloak: Draw a circle and send me over!

God-level cloak, King Kong is not bad, not to mention, he always has his own ideas...

Such a cloak ...

It should sell for a lot of money, right?

The notes given by the old man contain a lot of self-made methods for brooms and magic carpets, including some of the improvements that the old man himself guessed was making.

But that's not what Egger wants to focus on, Egger wants to know now, how to make a god-level cloak?

The method of cutting the magic carpet didn't seem to be suitable, and Egger couldn't pull his head out of the wall for a long time, and finally remembered that he was a wizard, and the phantom escaped...

The reason why he had to make the cloak was that Egger didn't really do it just to make money, although it didn't sound so true.

But in my impression, Doctor Strange's cloak is really an artifact that hangs like a hanging, the kind that takes you flying.

So Iger thinks that at least Hermione and Aisha should do one for each person, right?

In case they encounter any danger in their absence, the cloak may be of good use.

Suddenly, Egg remembered something, remembering that in the original book, the Weasley twins also made an anti-curse hat, as long as they stared at each other's eyes, the other party's evil spell would return to hit the caster.

slapped his thigh, and Egger immediately said, I want this skill too!

So, the twin brothers also joined Egger's alchemy research group.

"Sounds interesting," Fred said.

Don't look at the twins' various pitfalls and unreliability on weekdays, in fact, their academic performance is very good, otherwise they wouldn't have died under the nose of Professor McGonagall for so many years and have not been killed by an older cat girl...

At least in terms of ordinary spells and potions, the twins' basic skills are already very solid, and even some potions that they only learned in the upper grades can be easily adjusted by the two of them.

Although it took so much effort for the two of them to pick an age-enhancing agent during the Goblet of Fire, in fact, the age-enhancing agent was not something that a student of Egger's age should learn at all.

And why did he learn this...

That's because Snape's class is all about mood, and as for how to teach, I don't want to say anything...

So, while researching the cloak, Egg found that the two of them really knew no less about magic than he did.

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

Iger suddenly felt that he had lost this irascible magic, and that he was a younger brother...

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, and the three of them have been soaking in the room except for class time, and the work progress of the three has been completed for more than half of it.

"Now we have the ability to make it... The Phantom Charm, the Flying Charm, the Warm-Up Charm, the Ultimate Guardian, the Armor Protection, and the Anti-Destruction Charm that has been applied by the boss three or five times..."George muttered as he looked at a piece of paper in his hand, and not far in front of him was a dummy stone statue, which was draped in the half-finished product that several people had worked hard to make up for a month.

Egg looked at the cloak and nodded slightly.

For this cloak, he also went to the headmaster's office to borrow Voldemort's soul lamp from Dumbledore.

Under Dumbledore's watch, Egg successfully learned the protection method of the Horcrux from Voldemort, Voldemort seemed to be very happy that Egg could come to learn from him, he has always been very conceited, so he also honestly taught Iger the protective magic of the Horcrux, it seems that it is a very proud thing for him to be able to teach Egger a lesson.

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

It is no exaggeration to say that this cloak is now perfect in all respects, except for the lack of the effect of the invisibility cloak and its independent personality.

Even now, if this cloak were to be sold by Egger, Iger would not be sold without 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 a simple black cloak, and the clasp of the cloak is a small speculum the size of a thumb, which can timely detect the wrongdoers nearby for the user.

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

"The last boss..."Fred patted Iger on the shoulder, "the additional personality is over to you." ”

Egg nodded, stepped forward, slowly pulled out his staff from his bosom and placed it on his cloak.

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

And even if it is only imprinted on personality, Iger will only imprint some positive aspects, and Iger does not intend to imprint other aspects.

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

Pursing his lips slightly, Iger spoke softly, "In the name of Iger Morissus..."

"I swear in the name of the malevolent egg... We're going to get rich..."Fred muttered in George's ear, who nodded sympathetically.

The only regret of this cloak is that it has no effect of invisibility cloak, only a second-level illusion spell can be attached, and then there is no effect of magic rebound.

The Iron Charm can bounce, but the direction of the rebound is not fixed, and it is easy to accidentally damage allies, so the Iron Charm that Egg casts on it is less effective, but fortunately there are other protective spells.

But it's not that there are no benefits, and the biggest advantage of the cloak is that it has a personality, but it has no ideas.

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

The sound of a bang sounded, as if the curtain had been lifted, and the sound resounded in the ears of several people, and in front of Egger, a large black cloak was windless and unfolded quietly in front of Egger.

The cloak was silently suspended in front of Egg, and the collar was slightly crooked, as if looking at Egg, and then gently stretched out a corner of the garment.

"It wants to shake your hand..."

Fred whispered.

Egger stretched out his hand and shook it on the cloak with a smile, and the cloak suddenly went under the hood, and the next second, the black cloak on Egg's body was thrown out like a broken sack under the magic cloak, and fell to the ground weakly.

Egger: "......"

Twins: "......"

"I feel disgusted." Fred grinned.

George snorted, "We guessed wrong, this cloak, it seems to have its own ideas..."