Chapter 256: Set off
Harry went fast and came back fast.
In about a week or so, Harry followed Sirius to visit Iger again.
When Sirius received Harry's letter, he put down the matter in China and quickly returned to England with Fox.
"It's really good. There used to be only one tow oil bottle. Listening to what you mean, now it's going to be two?"
In the small yard of Granger's house, Iger leaned on a swing chair made of vines with Erlang's legs crossed, and looked at the two of them leisurely.
Sirius seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Iger before he could say anything.
"You can only go to one, each invisibility cloak protects one person. This is the safest way." Iger waved his hand: "You better think about who is going."
"Then Harry is fine..." Sirius sighed sullenly.
"Yes, but you have to agree first. If you go, then Harry, you have to listen to me in everything you do. You must not act without authorization, no matter what happens." Iger looked at Harry.
Harry nodded without thinking.
"Forget it, you are an impulsive person, I don't believe your guarantee..." Iger rolled his eyes and muttered with some disgust.
Harry: "..."
Then what are you asking...
"In this case, the time is tentatively set in a week." Iger waved his hand, turned and left: "I'm going to Diagon Alley, maybe I can find something useful."
...
"Ah... Mr. Morriss, I really admire your name for a long time. Your presence really makes the shop shine."
In the Bojinbok store, the old Boke rubbed his dry hands with a flattering smile on his face, bowed his waist and led the way in front of him. Iger nodded simply, and tapped the staff in his hand on the ground with his steps.
"I don't know how I can help you?" The old blogger nodded and made tea for Iger, looking at Iger with a hint of curiosity.
"I'm here to buy some relatively rare things, probably useful objects." Iger smiled softly, without touching the tea made by Old Boke.
Not to worry, but to look down on...
"Like... eh?" Old Bock was stunned.
"For example, the Hand of Glory or something, some small objects with a specific purpose." Iger thought for a while.
"Ah... Of course, there are some, there are still some." The old Boke said earnestly: "How about this vanishing cabinet? Although there are some faults, I heard that you are an excellent alchemist, the devil. You invented the cloak, so I don't think it would be difficult for you to fix it."
"Devil's cloak?" Iger blinked: "This name is really low..."
"No cabinets. I mainly want to go to a place and find some people. That place is very special. I have never been there once. Is there anything I can do to help?" Iger thought for a while.
Old Box thought for a moment, then smiled flatteringly: "Of course, Your Excellency."
With that said, Old Boke trembled and walked back to the house, rummaging through the boxes and looking for it, and finally took out a small box from the house.
"This thing comes from the sea. It is said that it was a gift from the goddess of the sea. It was once the ancestral treasure of the Sparrow family. However, in the turbulent era of the mysterious people, because their ancestors were Muggle pirates, they urgently needed money to manage their relationship. The disaster prevention came to them, so this thing was sold to me." Old Boke snickered: "But they didn't seem to find the real use of this thing, so I bought it with five silver coins. "
"Sounds really good." Iger opened the box and found a small compass.
"It can point to the direction you want according to your heart...what you want the most." The old Bock smiled flatteringly: "Even the mysterious person at the time didn't know this secret."
Against Iger, he couldn't help being careless.
Although the rumors about Iger so far have been relatively positive, all dark wizards know that Iger has never been soft-hearted in killing dark wizards, and by coincidence, Old Boke happened to be a half-assed dark wizard.
However, the reason why I have more respect for Iger is mainly because Iger is rich.
So rich!
"Listening to what you said, the value has risen a lot..." Iger smiled and put away the compass: "Is there anything else?"
"Iron maiden to death? Hundreds of Muggles killed..."
"Disgusting, don't…"
"Half a staff left by Gandalf the legendary wizard hero?"
"Nervous me?"
"Magic eye? I think you should have seen this thing, such as the Mad-Eye guy." Old Bock brought a **** eyeball.
"Okay, I want it, is there anything else?" Iger played with the magic eye in his hand curiously.
"I think...you shouldn't look down on the others, most of which are black magic goods that are used for curses." Old Bock smiled apologetically.
"Okay, then you can make a price for these two things." Iger stood up and took out a small bag from his arms.
"Then ten Galleons, sir." Old Bock smiled flatteringly.
Iger raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure? That compass alone is worth a few hundred Galleons."
"Just take it as my little affection for Mr." Old Bock's voice sounded greasy.
It's not that he doesn't want money, but it would be even better if he could hug Iger's thigh.
"I don't like taking advantage of others. This will make me owe favor." Iger shook his head, and then threw a generation of gold coins on the table: "This is five hundred Galleons, which is a discount price."
"Okay, walk slowly." Old Bock respectfully watched Iger leave, and then collapsed on the chair as if he was relieved.
Too terribly tired...
It feels like when Voldemort was in his prime, when someone mentioned a good Voldemort, he would think that Voldemort would come to work with him after graduation...
That terrifying feeling is not easy to get rid of.
Iger didn't think about his idea, but just went home and stuffed the magic eye into Tim Gamber's mouth, creating a magic eye version of the big-eyed bat to carry with him.
The compass Iger intends to hold for Harry, and it is estimated that Harry's words should be accurate.
As for Iger, the compass pointer in his hand would only point to the bathroom where Hermione was bathing...
it's embarrassing...
A week passed in the blink of an eye, and when Harry appeared at Granger's door, Iger said goodbye to the reluctant Hermione and Elsa, and took Harry all the way to the Ministry of Magic.
"Where are we going? Does the world of the dead also have to go through the formalities?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously.
"The door to the world of the dead is under the Ministry of Magic, remember to put on your invisibility cloak later." Iger said concisely and led Harry all the way to the Department of Mysteries.
The crowd in the Ministry of Magic frequently saluted the two of them. After all, the appearance of these two people is too famous in the magic world, and people who often read the Daily Prophet can recognize it.
It wasn't until the two took the elevator down to the Department of Mystery Affairs that the crowd began to whisper.
"You're here?" Tito's figure appeared in front of the two.
"Anything to remind me?" Iger asked.
"Be careful." Tito said succinctly: "Remember to approve the invisibility cloak."
"Understood." Iger nodded.
"It's no different than not being reminded," Harry muttered because I haven't been in either. "Tito shook his head:" Generally, we won't go in unless it is necessary. All right, come with me. "
Harry, who was leading a hillbilly into the village, Tito came to a dark room.
There is only a huge stone platform in Nuoda's room, and above the stone platform is a dilapidated stone arch.
The arch seemed to be covered with a thin veil, and Iger could vaguely hear someone whispering behind it, and the scene looked very eerie.
"What's this place for?" Harry felt a vague sense of unease, he didn't like the place a little bit.
"The place to deal with death row prisoners." Tito said succinctly: "For the sake of humanity, we will not directly execute death row prisoners, but send them here. Behind the arch is the world of the dead. Before entering, you must put on invisibility cloaks. And absolutely can't take it off until it's out."
"Understood." Iger nodded, turned to look at Harry and smiled: "Then, let's go."