Chapter 99: match?

Chapter 99: match?

? Iger felt a little regretful. From Lupin's eyes, he did not see any excitement.

"Do you know who she is?" Iger looked at Lupin curiously.

"I don't know..." Lupin was a little puzzled.

"It's a quirky, very smart girl, twenty years old this year, and the niece of Sirius." Iger's face was expressionless, and he muttered, "Look, isn't she beautiful?"

"It's beautiful, but what's the problem?" Lupin looked blank.

With a sigh, Iger put away the group photo. It seemed that if the two of them didn't touch, just what they said would be useless, but Iger didn't see a trace of waves flashing in Lupin's eyes when he put away the group photo.

He likes the girl with bubblegum hair...

At least the senses are very good, but Lupin doesn't really want to touch her. She is only twenty years old, and she is two years younger than Iger's girlfriend Aisha!

What do I have?

I'm old, poor, and dangerous...

Lupin's eyes darkened.

Iger didn't notice Lupin's dull eyes, but even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

In Iger's view, Lupin is the kind of person who is about to end his hardships.

In Iger's eyes, as a friend, if I am rich and you are poor, but we have pure friendship, then it is not called friendship, it is called show.

The normal development situation should be that I am rich and you are poor, so I should drag you to become rich together. This is the normal development direction.

Or maybe I'm poor and you're poor, let's kill the rich one together, and then we'll be rich together, that's okay too...

With the Philosopher's Stone in his hand and his back against a tourist development zone like the Forbidden Forest, Iger felt that having friends who had a bad life by his side would be a waste of his life...

"When we return to the UK, I'll introduce you to a pair of twins. I'll invest in your control. The two of them are in charge of operations. Let's start from Diagon Alley!" Iger smiled and patted Lupin's hand with a small hand. Arm "Then you will get a promotion and a raise, become a store manager, marry Yi Rong Magus, and reach the pinnacle of wolf life!"

"What are you going to do?" Lupin looked at Iger curiously. He had no doubts about what Iger said. After all, he had seen Iger's inexhaustible piles of gold with his own eyes.

Iger smacked his lips expressionlessly, "e...Poison Egg Magic Tricks Workshop...Oh, damn...don't look at me like that, those two brothers are only suitable for this..."

"I see..." Lupin probably knew who the twins belonged to. In fact, Fred and George were quite famous in the wizarding world, of course, not a good name.

In the eyes of other families in the wizarding world, the children of the Weasleys are very good, except for a pair of twins who are not very reliable.

"So relax, you have to hold your chest up now, after all, you are about to be a little wealthy person, what does it look like when you always keep your head down..." Iger said blatantly.

Lupin always tilted his head and lowered his head subconsciously when talking to people. He didn't look into the eyes of the other party. Maybe he didn't realize it, but Iger saw it very clearly. This habit was only seen in Newt, who had autism. I have seen it.

"In this world! As long as you have money! Power! Or power! Then no one dares to discriminate against you!" Iger said with an angry face, "When you are at the highest peak, everyone will Ignore the fact that you are a werewolf like you are blind, let alone a werewolf, even if you have a goblin blood, no one will care!"

"It's like Dumbledore is an old glass... Do you think people will say that is a glass figure?" Iger spread his hands. "No, people just say look, he is a figure, but it happens to be a glass..."

"Other people's opinions are bullshit!" Iger grinned. "At the very least, you should look up to yourself."

Iger didn't know whether the chicken soup he had poured was poisonous or not, but that didn't matter, the important thing was to get Lupin out of this low self-esteem situation.

Lupin looked at Iger and grinned. "Thank you, Iger."

"So we can act separately?" Iger looked excited.

"Of course... no..." Lupin laughed teasingly.

"Oh...Damn..." Iger pouted.

Iger couldn't act alone after all, but it didn't have much impact on him, although it was a pity...

Paris in the evening is beautiful, and the golden lights on both sides of the Rhine River are fascinating. The two are walking by the river with the evening wind blowing. Iger's face is intoxicated. "

"Two people?" Lupin looked at Iger with a strange expression.

"Is there any problem?" Iger pouted, it's rare and strange, that's why I've crossed over to the UK, if I don't find ten or eight girls in the Tang Dynasty, I'll be sorry for my rebirth!

Why can't I travel to ancient times?

Iger sighed regretfully, and Lupin's expression on the side was even more strange. Is your expression too little or something?

The two of them spent the whole day walking and eating in a state of driving a train. Of course, this also made Lupin's mentality relax a little from the bottom of his heart.

When night fell, Iger dragged Lupin to a wizard's bar in a magical street in Paris, and Iger saw two unexpected people.

In the noisy bar, two tall figures sat on a booth, Hagrid's fluffy hair seemed to be glued behind him, he was wearing the dragon fur coat given to him by Iger, and the opposite was affectionate. Watching his Madame Maxime...

"Why did he come to France?" Iger looked at Hagrid blankly.

Lupin just wanted to go up and say hello to Hagrid, but Iger dragged him to the bar.

"Hagrid is in his sixties this year, and he finally found a suitable female partner. We shouldn't disturb him..." Iger grinned.

"Do you know that guy?" A slow voice came from beside him, and the two of Iger turned to look at a blond girl in a white dress who was drinking a low-level cocktail. The girl looked very beautiful, her ice blue eyes flickering. Flickering, silver hair scattered behind his head like a waterfall, but unfortunately the arrogance on his face ruined this beauty. "He is not worthy of Madame Maxime."

Frowning his eyebrows slightly, Iger always felt that the other party seemed to cast a spell on him just now. Looking at Lupin, there was a glimmer of surprise in Lupin's eyes and then he regained his calm.

"Did you cast a spell on us just now?" Iger frowned at the girl in front of him, raised his hand and wanted to cast a spell on him.

"It should be a mixed-race veela..." Lupin pressed Iger's shoulder and signaled to calm down.

"Don't be so unfriendly, I've seen you in the Hogwarts Quidditch stand a few days ago." The girl in front of him smiled. "My name is Fleur, Fleur Dracocourt. Lady Maxime went to Hogwarts together."

Is that so? Iger looked puzzled.

"So?" Iger curled his lips, looked at the bartender behind the bar and threw a golden bean, "a bottle of fire whisky, a glass of lemon juice, two parts of salt-baked snails..."

The bartender took the golden beans, nodded, turned around and left.

"Hagrid is a very good and considerate man, and from the perspective of body size, apart from Hagrid, the only male creatures worthy of your lady are trolls. I don't accept refutation, thank you..." Looking at Furong beside him Rolling his eyes, Iger ignored her.

Furong looks good, but if there is no charm magic, it is just good-looking, and it has a arrogance, which Iger doesn't like very much. This kind of arrogance is different from Hermione's pride in knowledge. It is just pure self-esteem.

As for the weak and poor charm magic, Iger thinks that it has not been sucked by catnip...

The weak one does not know where the sense of superiority comes from...

Lupin, who was beside him, looked strange, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Originally, I thought that although Iger was Snape's disciple, he didn't have the disgusting character Snape had. Now it seems that it was just because Iger didn't hate himself. Judging from what Iger said just now, the other party's vicious tongue was not at all more venomous. Poor Nappy…

Furong's face suddenly turned a little red, Madame Maxime was a very noble existence in her eyes, and perhaps because of the same magical animal hybrid, the other party has always been very kind to her, Iger's words made her feel very offended .

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Furong looked at Iger angrily. If she hadn't seen this guy beat the basilisk casually, Furong really wanted to curse him a few times.

"Huh? What did I just say?" Iger looked surprised.

Furong suddenly felt as if she had been bitten in her chest...

Soon, the bartender carried a bottle of fire whisky and placed it on the small bar in front of Iger. Iger snapped his fingers, and the large bottle flew up and poured wine for the two of them.

"In your eyes, the standard of love between two people is just whether they are worthy?" Iger grabbed the wine bottle and pressed it on the table, turned his head and looked at the bartender.

The bartender mumbled and turned around and walked into the back kitchen, but the slamming of the door was a bit loud...

"Isn't it?" Furong snorted.

"Hagrid is my hunting ground caretaker. There are magical creatures sitting in the entire forbidden forest. If you walk in the forest, dozens or hundreds of Galleons will be credited. How can he not be worthy of Mrs. Maxim?" Iger spread his hands. Picked up the glass and took a sip.

He burped for a long time, and a trace of flame slipped out from the corner of his mouth and dissipated in the air. Iger felt that the wine was a bit strong, and he casually mixed half a glass of lemon juice in the wine glass.

"Identity, self-cultivation..." Furong sneered, "These are not things that can be solved with money."

"Hagrid's culture is that he will treat unarmed Muggles with courtesy, can you do that?" Iger laughed sarcastically, "In terms of identity, he is the only gamekeeper I identify with at Hogwarts. And he's also the new professor of our Hogwarts Fantastic Creatures class next year, and most importantly, he's my friend, which is more noble than anything..."

Lupin's expression was a bit weird. He had only heard Voldemort say this kind of argument, but for some reason, Voldemort's words would only make people feel disgusted, but Iger's words made people feel very peaceful.

"Speaking like Hogwarts is yours..." Furong frowned. The boy in front of her made her feel bad, arrogant and aggressive. The main reason was that she couldn't speak to him.

"Unfortunately, Hogwarts is indeed mine, as evidenced by the title deed, including the Forbidden Forest Black Lake and the back mountain, all within a radius of twenty miles are my territory, I, Iger Morriss..." Iger The corners of his mouth were raised, and he gently stretched out a pair of scissors like crab claws to clamp the "site..."

Furong's expression was a little confused. The other party's local tyrant was beyond her imagination, but she still didn't want to admit that what the other party said made sense. "So he is noble? Just because he is your friend?"

"No, he was born noble, and I... only make friends with noble people..." Iger raised the glass and looked at the girl in front of him. "So...are we friends?"

In the early 19th century, Iger, a soul educated by the Internet in the 21st century, was not at all cowardly in the verbal confrontation. So far, many people have not been planted on Iger's wand, but almost died on this mouth.

Like a troll who likes to boil potions...

Furong took a sip from the cup in a daze, completely misfiring.

She believes in and yearns for love very much, and the blood of Veela also makes her have the nature to be loyal to love, but for a girl like her, the requirements for the other half will be very high, and it has nothing to do with them. Loyalty to love.

In other words, as long as you love each other, you will die, but the premise is that you can see each other...

Veela is a very magical creature. They yearn for love, and from the beginning to the end, they are very cautious about love, but once they fall in love, they don't care about themselves Some people have calculated that all the The veela who loves human beings, without exception, all end from one, so many wizards in France hope to marry a veela as a wife.

But unfortunately, Veela's mate selection standard is also very high, and most wizards are rejected by Veela.

Iger didn't hate the other party, just the arrogance on the other party.

Unlike Hermione's arrogance for her own intelligence, Fleur's arrogance is more like the feeling of being on top, which makes Iger very uncomfortable.

He doesn't like the feeling of looking up.

Although Iger admires the other person's character of never giving up on love, it does not mean that Iger will get used to her.

On the contrary, what Iger likes most is to smash other people's pride into a pulp, and then randomly put it back together and give it back to others.

Like Draco...

Transformed from pure blood to a guy like Mr. Weasley...

Or Snape...

From a cold, rigorous and emotionless double spy, he was transformed into a full-time dad...

A person's character can be gradually changed with the influence of the surrounding environment. Iger sometimes thinks that this kind of change caused by himself is very good. At least they don't have to worry about the risk of death, right?

And Snape has a daughter, Draco has a friend, and even Penny has an owl...

Therefore, Iger can pat his chest very rudely and watch this group of people shout, "Your pride, let me smash it!"

Going to such a magical world, what I want is the hot-blooded cartoon style!

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