"So, that's how you got into that dark wizard processing factory?"

"Dark Wizard Processing Factory...... Ah, you have a point. ”

When talking about this period of experience, Ranko was ready to send people away in a few words.

He put down the knife and fork in his hand, and hurriedly replied: "What, you are also interested?" I happen to be missing a dark arts teaching assistant there, so it doesn't matter if you're there. ”

"Fuck off."

Bruzak scolded depressedly, he hadn't come out of the headache of the 'commission' just now.

Ranko didn't care, shrugged his shoulders, "That's a pity, Durmstrang isn't as unbearable as the outside world says, and don't you think there are a lot fewer people scolding it lately?" It's not as bad as you say. ”

"Yes." Bruzak put the knife in his hand on the steak and cut it slowly, "I've heard that there have been many incidents of dark magic injuries lately, in the form of howling letters, and they all come from the same place, I don't know if you've heard of it, Malfoy." ”

"No, I've never paid much attention to these issues."

Ranko shook his head without hesitation and said.

"Huh."

What a shame.

He's about to vomit out this meal, okay.

"Durmstrang is that good? I've heard that Dumbledore has invited you to be a professor at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore never spoke easily. ”

"You know all this?" Ranko put down the fork in his hand, "But I'll go if he invites me, then I'll be too shameless." ”

"Besides, do you think I'm going?"

"No, it won't." Bruzak stuffed the steak into his mouth, without any formality, no table manners at all.

"You're going, Dumbledore's old fellow must be more panicked than you." Wait for Malfoy to knock Hogwarts down.

Both of them were Slytherin-born guys, and they were annoyed to Dumbledore who was calculating and calculating all day long, and with his fellow dark wizards, you guess me, I guess you, you calculate me, I calculate you, they were annoyed to see it.

Not to mention that now, Dumbledore is clearly planning to use them as swordsmen, and fools go to Hogwarts.

"You don't eat or sleep, you are like this again, you look like a starving ghost reincarnated, tsk, shame."

Ranko pouted when he saw that people were about to spit out the meat in their mouths.

"It's nice to have enough to eat." Bruzak wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Hungry faint, you're in your seventies this year, not a hairy boy in your twenties."

He's the head of a pure-blood family, isn't he?

"That's just the way it is." Bruzak shrugged, "Not everyone is like your family, the Holy Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Family, how many families can maintain your family now?" ”

He said self-deprecatingly, "My dear father has squandered most of the family's fortune, and even with a reputation as a pure-blood, how much do you think the Minister of Magic, or the goblins of Gringotts, will give you preferential treatment for this?" ”

Even the noble Blake family is going extinct, hehe.

"Isn't it easy to make money?" Ranko said indifferently: "Let's rent out the shop and give the farmland to Muggle growers who are good at mechanical engineering......"

"Say a few more words, and you'll get out of here, Malfoy."

Bruuzakpi said with a smile.

Do you eat oil cakes?

At a meal, Ranko ate very comfortably, but it was Bruzak, the guest, who made people feel extremely low-pressured.

"So you're not going to think about it?" Ranko asked, "Durmstrang's treatment is no worse than that of Hogwarts, and the professors in it are quite good, you must have been able to adapt in the past." ”

Bruzak rolled his eyes, "I'll go to New Zealand and let you know when there's news." ”

"Do you need me to give money, ah, I really didn't know before, your trembling family has fallen to this extent." Ranko said smirkedly.

"Huh." Bruzak walked away without looking back.

"Oh, why don't you say a few words and leave."

Ranko stood at the door of the restaurant and watched the man disappear from sight, before turning his head to look at a man in a suit who was bowing behind him.

"Looks like everything is going well."

"Yes, sir."

The man in the suit made a gesture of please, "Sir, please come in." ”

Ranko re-entered the restaurant, located on one of London's busiest streets, through the front desk and kitchen, all the way to the office, and the man in the suit opened the door.

The door closed slowly, and the man in the suit seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, stuffed the red nematodes that fell out of his eyes due to fright back into his mouth, and chewed twice before leaving.

Ranko walks into the office and sees a woman with long blond hair sitting behind an office desk.

Her long supple hair fell from the back of the boss's chair to the ground, and the blonde woman was wearing a professional suit, with a delicate and calm expression, and there seemed to be no one who could make her change her emotions.

She is one of London's most prestigious investors and now controls nearly a third of the city's industrial chain, with the automotive industry, industrial manufacturing, agriculture and its investment industries being well-known in Europe and even the world.

But no one knew where this blond-haired, waist-high, cold-faced, and hard-blooded woman came from, and by the time the asset tycoons noticed her, she had already used her terrible wealth to break the monopoly of London, open up more advanced methods of making money, introduce more superior institutions, and establish herself here in a few years.

And now, this woman who is nearly sixty years old still looks like she is in her early twenties, if it weren't for the fact that she has been hiding behind her all the year round and no one has ever seen her true face, I am afraid that the truth that she is not a normal person will be immediately exposed.

"Looks like everything is going well."

Ranko randomly deformed a boss chair and sat across from the woman.

The woman stood up, and the woman, who was very famous in Europe and even the world, walked up to Ranko, her body began to squirm, and red nematodes came out of her mouth, nose, and ears, and then formed a human form beside Ranko.

“master。”

Countless red nematodes made a sound, and the woman's skin fell limply to the ground.

"Ah, I really miss the way you look." With a look of nostalgia, Ranko took the strange book out of his pocket and flipped to one of the pages.

"Mariaat deep red worm."

The wriggling red nematodes suddenly burst open and burrowed into every crevice of the office.

After making sure there was no unnecessary surveillance, she got back into the bag that had fallen to the ground and held it up.

"Is the order reversed? Shouldn't it be checked before you come out? ”

The monster in front of Ranko's meeting staggered, and seemed to be getting used to it again, with a smile in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter, if someone is watching, then go and kill them." The woman who stuffed herself back into her skin said.

She knelt in front of Ranko, her supple blonde hair running down her back and looking beautiful.

But just like Ranko, who would have thought that this iceberg beauty, who looked a little colder, would be a real monster?

Ranko reached out and touched her head, squinting his eyes and complimenting, "Good boy, you did a good job." ”

As a monster he created, this child has always been his pride.

"Thank you for the compliment, master."

"This is what you deserve, after all, managing my assets and allowing it to scale to such a volume over the decades...... Huh, what reward do you want? ”

Ranko let himself sink into the comfortable space of the boss's chair, looked at the blonde woman in front of him, and was a little curious: "If you want me to set you free, it's no problem." ”

"No, master, I belong to you, everything I have is yours."

The woman said calmly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't exist." ”

It's really hard to find such a nice staff.

"Do you really want me to give you my name back? You know, it's hard for me to give people that chance. Ranko continued to ask with some mistaste.

"Or, do you want someone else's name? It's not that I can't give it to you, you've done a really good job. ”

Speaking of the back, the woman in front of her, who looked like a fairy who does not eat fireworks, suddenly raised her head.

"Master, I want its name."

She didn't hesitate at all, and didn't seem to care at all if Ranko was just talking, and didn't intend to give it to her at all.

"Who's?"

Ranko already had a guess in his mind.

"Nidhogg."

——

In the empty warehouse, the magic spell hides it, and even if there is an explosion in the warehouse, even people who have just passed by the door of the warehouse will not be able to hear any sound from inside.

Ranko had always been a man of his promises, and after confirming the wishes of the woman who had helped him take care of half the world's assets, he asked her to prepare a large warehouse.

"Nidhogg, I forgot about it."

Ranko shook the strange book and flipped to one of the pages.

Nighold, the black dragon of the Hesidili Islands, frozen by the will of the school, is also one of his 'friends'.

It was this 'friend' who was unilaterally vetoed by it.

Ranko thought to himself.

"Are you sure you want to set him free? You have to know where an adult Hesidiri black dragon would have stayed without my help. ”

Will it be banished back to the archipelago, or will it be turned into a trade item in the underground circulation market.

A wizard may not be able to fight a dragon, but what about ten, twenty?

You know, it is difficult to beat four fists with both hands, even if Nighold is very powerful, but as long as it is not in its own territory, it is not familiar with the surrounding environment, and it does not know where it is, then it will be difficult for it to return to its birthplace.

Even if the fire dragon has this ability, it can rely on instinct to find its birthplace.

But there is a high probability that during this time, it will turn into a cold corpse, and then be taken by the greedy wizard Everything on his body that can be sold into gold galleons.

"Yes, Master."

The woman lowered her head, "I want you to give it back the name." ”

"Well, as you wish."

The strange book flipped over, and Ranko reached out and pulled it, and a black curtain appeared in his hand, and it quickly grew in size.

The black curtain fluttered and undulated, soon covering the sky of the warehouse, and Ranko gently pulled downward, and the black curtain blown by the invisible wind slowly fell, and below it, the originally empty place seemed to have something more, forming a deformed shape.

Ranko pulled the black curtain back to its original appearance, and then looked at the empty warehouse, and was not surprised to find that there was a large block of ice that had not yet thawed there.

The icy cold air spread all around, and Ranko slowly took his wand and thawed the dying fire dragon.

"It's far from Durmstrang, and the school's will is hard to reach here, so its power is naturally weakened."

Before it was stuffed into the weird book again, Ranko had already enchanted it, partially canceling out the ice of the school's will, so that Nighold, who had been killed by the school's will, could survive.

Otherwise, it is estimated that it will only be like those few Dementors, and it will become Wangwang Broken Ice.

As he continued to thaw, Ranko saw the woman approaching and caressing the surface of the ice, unaware that her skin had been damaged by the ice.

“master。” The woman lowered her eyes: "Can you let me stay with it for a while after that?" ”

"Are you sure it won't tear you apart? Yin Li, I don't want any loss of my private property. ”

Woman...... Yin Li nodded and didn't say anything more.

However, when Ranko thawed the fire dragon with a bad brain, he added a few more spells to the warehouse by the way.

We're going to have to fight again.

Ranko sighed helplessly.

So what curse to choose...... Forget it, use the black sand and let it fall to its own death.

Tsk, trouble.

"I'm a little curious, when did your relationship become so good?"

Ranko remembered that he had fed her Nighold's meat.

But when can the mere use of waste make monsters have strange feelings?

"Nothing, I just want to give it back, I never owe anyone else."

Before, he didn't have a choice, but when Ranko cultivated the Mariat deep nematode, he shoved something into it, and Oreo's feathers were plucked off by him.

Not to mention that at that time, relying on him as a healer, he often went out to fight with other dragons, and ran home every day with serious injuries.

A natural flesh supplier, or the kind that doesn't want money, Ranko won't let the flesh and blood ripped from the fire dragon be thrown away like waste.

So, Ranko just raised an eyebrow and said a little teasingly, "Then you owe me a lot." ”

Yin Li just looked over: "I'm yours, master." ”

I don't feel very happy if you talk about what you owe or don't owe to your own people.

Ranko stammered, laughed a little, and then sped up the speed of dissolving.

Soon, the ice that encased the huge head also turned into running water and dripped to the ground under Professor Malfoy's wand.

The erect Tong Kong opened suddenly, and roared as if it was about to lift the ceiling.

"Horse—"

With a snap, the shroud on Ranko's hand suddenly pulled over, tying the dragon with a sturdy knot.

"I'm sorry, but no one came to save you when you cut your throat."