Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 113 Guess (There should be Nico's mysterious smile here)

Although Hogwarts is also as warm as a home, the time in the Burrow is more comfortable.

Not bothered by homework and not going to read rune textbooks anymore, Ron, who gave himself a complete vacation, went to the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley to register for going abroad, and then 'abducted' a house-elf back .

The Sun Knights have now employed 62 elves. Compared with wizards, elves will have a longer lifespan. During the days of the massacre), the number of elves who lost their jobs was also quite large.

They will also reproduce. After all, they are also intelligent creatures, and this instinctive thing will not be forgotten. Moreover, they also need some comfort from their fellow kin during the tormenting days without work.

Ron abducted an innocent, hard-working elf. After registering with the Ministry of Magic and paying a large "buyout fee", this little guy named Ziggs became a Weasley new member of the family.

His parents are both working for the Knights of the Sun, and those who can work in it have gone through a series of screenings. Toby's work efficiency is quite high, and he is also extremely rigorous in doing things. It is impossible to pass his screening.

As for the 'buyout gold', this term has been around for a long time. House elves are the spoils delivered to wizards as goblins, and their ownership belongs to all wizards. That's why the Ministry of Magic can shamelessly define them as necessities. 'Tools' that can only be used officially after 'purchasing'.

Although it is said that the money will be used to build the Ministry of Magic and make the magic world better, but who knows how many layers it will be hacked into and where it will be used in the end.

This is not cheap buyout gold has also become one of the reasons why many wizard families can't afford elves. After all, two thousand gold Galleons can only be paid by pure-blooded families in most cases, and elves are not what you are looking for. can be found. (some half-blood wizards are rich too, house elves are not exclusive to pure blood)

The Ministry of Magic only has a one-time 'sale right' for their value, and when bought out, the elves have absolutely nothing to do with the Ministry, including their descendants.

Because of the oath, even after leaving the wizard family they served before, the elves will not reveal the information of the original owner, but judging from Ziggs' meticulous seriousness and excellent service education, the wizards their parents once served The family shouldn't be bad, but it's a pity that they couldn't survive the dark and turbulent years, and turned into dust of history after being crushed.

With the addition of Giggs, in just two days, the comfort level of Weasley's house has jumped several levels in an instant.

It's not that Mrs. Weasley doesn't take care of it on weekdays. As a full-time housewife, she actually cares about her family very much, but after all, she was either born or served to serve others.

The corners and corners that she couldn't take care of, or the places that she was used to and subconsciously ignored were completely taken care of, even the ghoul in the attic, who had nothing to do, snorted and knocked on the wooden board The guys who scratched the roof were all taken care of by Ziggs. In addition to being a bit shabby, this ghoul can even see people.

After unloading the burden of tidying up the house, cleaning the room, preparing breakfast, lunch and dinner, shopping for vegetables, and buying necessary daily necessities, Mrs. Weasley's complexion has become particularly good in recent days, but on the contrary, Mr. Weasley hangs On a pair of tired faces with heavy dark circles.

"Oh son, let's go."

After stroking the thinning hair on the top of his head, Mr. Weasley, who was in a somewhat complicated mood, took Ron out. He was a little troubled by the elf's arrival.

"No Floo powder this time, you've already registered, so we'll Apparate this time, are you ready?"

With the cool morning breeze blowing, Mr. Weasley patted Ron's upper arm, which was about to compare in size with his own calf.

"Apparating. Not a pleasant way to go out, I hear."

Traveling is bad enough for Floo fans, but the apparition experience is as good as it is for Floo fans, if not worse.

"After you pass the exam in the future, just get used to it."

Mr. Weasley smiled and shook his head slightly.

"Then pay attention."

As soon as Mr. Weasley's words fell, Ron felt a strong force pulling him up instantly. He subconsciously wanted to grab something, but he found that his wrist had already been tightly held by Mr. Weasley live.

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Obviously, Mr. Weasley was afraid that Ron would crush his arm if he tried hard, so he didn't remind Ron to grab him at all. What a smart and wise old father!
As if being forced into a tight, narrow, elastic rubber tube, the pressure from all directions was trying to drive Ron's eyes deep into their sockets and poke his eardrums into the In his mind, the tensed chest muscles were resisting the tightness that would strangle him.

The darkness filled the field of vision of his eyes. Compared with the crazily spinning green flames, at least Apparition would not make people feel dizzy, but it was also not a good experience.

As if a century had passed, Ron, who experienced Apparition for the first time, was a little startled. When a magnificent hall appeared in his vision, there was a sound of clothes being ripped apart.

The few wizards who were not far from Mr. Weasley were suddenly taken aback. They jumped out in a panic, and timidly looked at the red hair that was 'spilling' from the clothes. Chimpanzees.

"This is my son sorry sorry"

Mr. Weasley waved at them awkwardly, and then explained: "This is the first time I have taken him to apparate, he is a little uncomfortable, sorry."

Then Mr. Weasley pulled out his wand and waved it at Ron dumbfoundingly. The torn clothes covered his muscles again. Something like wear and tear cannot be repaired by the spell, but it can be torn and broken.

Magic can't conjure entities out of thin air, so it can't repair the missing state caused by wear and tear. Magic is versatile, but not omnipotent.

Those wizards who were frightened also smiled at Mr. Weasley in embarrassment. They are all colleagues of the Ministry of Magic.
They gave Mr. Weasley a thumbs up and vowed in their hearts that they would definitely maintain a good relationship with Arthur in the future.
This is serious!Either their children are studying at Hogwarts, or they are about to study at Hogwarts. Although this is the first time Arthur has seen his youngest son, it is not the first time he has heard of it. They know that Ron is only two years old. grade!
In the morning, although the hall was relatively busy with people coming and going, it was relatively empty when entering the department. The social animals who were yawning at the desk and preparing to start a new day of work greeted Mr. Weasley from time to time. Se, a good old man, has a pretty good reputation in the ministry, and he knows a little about everything, and can help with everything.

He came to the Department of International Transport and Communications of the Ministry of Magic familiarly. Ron, who has already registered here, can go directly to Paris, France from the Floo network here without even queuing up. Long-distance travel like this usually takes the door The key, but this is the Ministry of Magic. Of course, they have activated the transnational ultra-long-range mobile network, but the cost of maintenance is very high. Only the Ministry of Magic has the transnational Floo network in England.

"Then son."

Mr. Weasley hugged Ron vigorously, and put his palm on Ron's shoulder.

"Have a good time in Paris. I asked a friend to pick you up there. By the way, Mr. Nicole Flamel also arranged for someone to come. Be careful on the road!"

"Don't worry, Dad."

Ron bid farewell to Mr. Weasley, and stepped into the fireplace burning with raging green flames.

"The International Communications Department of the French Ministry of Magic."

The deflagrating green flames engulfed Ron in an instant, and the teleportation of this dizzying time was longer than before. Just before Ron's physique was almost vomited out, the green flames suddenly dispersed. This transnational journey Just reached the end.

"Hahahaha, which unlucky kid is it again?"

"I bet he's throwing up his morning omelette."

Ron hadn't even left the fireplace when he heard a joke that was not muffled.

Although this is France, who in this department can't speak a few other languages?Even what they say is intentional.

"I had dragon steak in the morning, a pot of creamy soup and a pound of bread and butter."

"I'm disappointed. There are no fried eggs. That stuff doesn't have much nutrition. I'm going to grow taller."

The half-open clothes due to the crazy rotation exposed Ron's strong chest muscles. When the big arms that could crush people were supporting the fireplace, when Ron came out and stood firm, the previous whispers disappeared completely.

And after being swept around by the blue eyes.
"Shu~"

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"Crackling nest star?"

Ron frowned and couldn't understand, did he go to an alien planet?

"The smell here is quite strong, isn't it?"

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After a moment of bewildered silence, the group of Crackling Stars coughed in embarrassment. They put down their habitually raised arms, and looked at the distant scenery (probably) with a smile on their faces.

"Abaa abaa~" French that Ron couldn't understand popped out of their mouths, maybe they were saying that today's weather is good
"You are Ronald Weasley?"

One of the male employees with short blonde hair flipped through the registration list in his hand, then stared at Ron suspiciously.

"Yes, I'm Ronald Weasley, but just call me Ron."

"Hi sir, what's your name?"

"Karl, Karl Lizzot von Randall."

Seeing Ron's outstretched palm, the blond man shook hands with Ron seriously, but the anxiety flashed in his eyes seemed to be afraid that Ron would crush his palm.

"Are you really only 12 years old this year?"

Carl spoke in disbelief. After Ron didn't crush his palm, he seemed a little less wrong.

"If it's a fake replacement."

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"Arthur is really amazing, amazing"

He smacked his lips, a complicated and unspeakable expression appeared on his face.

"You came to France because you were invited by Mr. Nick Flamel, right?"

Karl lowered his voice and spoke in a low voice. He also knew that it was best not to publicize this matter. Nicolas Flamel was French, but his low-key was no less than the French romance in him.

"Welcome Ron, welcome to Paris, Mr. Nicole Flamel's elf has come early, it is in the reception room, I will take you there."

"I hope you will have a good time in Paris. If you need anything, you can come to me. When I was on a business trip in England, your father helped me a lot. Don't be polite."

Carl led Ron to the reception room of the Department of International Communications. Compared with the British Ministry of Magic, the French side gave people the biggest impression of ubiquitous dog food.

Even during working hours, just for such a short distance, Ron saw at least three couples kissing in public with pay, which is more excessive than paid shit
But no one cares about it!
What is the reason? !

Carl bid farewell to Ron when they came to a low-key but luxuriously decorated reception room. In this room, an elf dressed in "fashionable" clothes was sitting gracefully on the sofa.

"Hello, Mr. Ron Weasley."

"I am service. Pa~"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he patted his face.

"Sorry, I still haven't been able to change my words very well."

He bowed slightly apologetically, then spoke again.

"I belong to Mr. Nicolas." He took a sharp breath, overcoming his own instincts with great courage, "a friend of... and the butler who has served him for nine years in 590."

After saying the word "friend", the elf's words suddenly became smoother. Obviously, Nicole May regarded this elf who had been with him for nearly 600 years as a true friend, but it was difficult for the elf to reverse this situation. In his heart, he only thinks of himself as a servant and steward, not a more 'noble' friend.

"You can call me Bully, just call me Bully."

Although he is already the home-care elf of Grandpa Ron's grandpa's grandpa's generation, Bully doesn't look that old. Even though he is very clean, he still looks young and energetic.

"Hello, Bully, but your outfit is really beyond my expectation."

Although it is indeed a bit impolite to say this, Ron. He really didn't hold back, after all, no one saw a house elf who was dressed like a black silk high-heeled bunny girl and had nothing in common except the clothes.
This is a bit too much damage to the eyeball.

"It was drawn by lottery today," Bully said in frustration.
"I have to wear it all morning, and I can change it back in the afternoon."

"From 300 years ago, Mr. LeMay made this agreement with me. If the person who loses in the boxing game needs to draw a lottery, there will be various random tasks in it."

"Like this."

Bully shook his fake rabbit ears, he didn't seem to feel any embarrassment after getting used to it, he had already experienced more storms and waves.

"Then which of you wins more?" Ron asked curiously.

"I lost 300 years."

Billy spoke softly and quickly.

"Okay, Mr. Ron, do you have any other things to deal with here? Bully can do everything for you, as long as there is something in Paris, I can help you."

"You are the only new visitor who has been invited in the past 60 years. It is great that Mr. LeMay can meet some more friends. I think you can bring a lot of inspiration to Mr. Sir, Mr. It told me to learn more from young people, otherwise I would be abandoned by the times.”

"Well, it doesn't seem to be." Ron thought about it seriously: "This is my first time in Paris, maybe I can bring some gifts back then?"

"Of course!" Bully said cheerfully, "I will prepare everything for you, don't worry."

"Then now, let me take you to Mr. and Mrs. Flamel. Mr. Ron."

Seeing Ron nodding, the elf gently put his hand on Ron's lap, and his height just supported Ron's thigh.

"Crack~"

Bully snapped his fingers, and Ron and Bully disappeared into the French Ministry of Magic in a blink of an eye.

"We have arrived."

Located on the banks of the Seine, a huge manor has been hidden here by magic. If there is no elf leading the way, neither wizards nor Muggles will be able to discover the existence of this place.

As the only living legendary alchemist, Nicole Flamel's mansion is definitely not only here, but every manor is protected by magic that others can't imagine, hiding all traces.

Passing through the small garden behind the main entrance, stepping on the flat and clean pure white stone road, Ron walked into this Gothic steeple mansion. There is no flaw in the exquisite carvings that can be seen everywhere. The subtleties can give people a glimpse of the profound background that cannot be measured by money.

The hall on the first floor is extremely transparent, and there are very few guests here, so there is no cumbersome living room here. The exquisite alchemy creations that can be seen everywhere make this place a dizzying alchemy museum.

After stepping into the door, Ron couldn't help but lighten his steps, for fear of destroying the unique peace and tranquility here.

"welcome."

In front of a mahogany table, Nicole May, who was wearing a comfortable home robe, was stirring the liquid in the crucible with a wooden stick. The potion that did not emit the slightest smell made it impossible to guess what it was.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll take a sip of the hot potion and sit down as you please."

The white-haired old man said softly, his voice was slightly hoarse, but from the outside, he didn't seem to be as old as Ron thought before.

It is about the same age as Dumbledore showed, and it is completely different from the impression of the [-]-year-old old man that he thought before. He even gives people a young feeling.

A cup of potion that was like white water but with a little shimmer was scooped into a crystal cup. Nicolas took the cup to the opposite of Ron, and then drank it down with a frown and disgust.

"Even after drinking it for hundreds of years, the taste is still unbearable. This thing is really terrible."

"Gin or Coke, or a glass of milk? You secretly poured the milk into the flowerpot today, if Madam finds out."

"Milk is for calves to drink. Why do I, an old bastard, have to suffer like that? There are children here today. Coke, add ice."

Nicole May couldn't refuse and said that he was tired of drinking milk hundreds of years ago, and now it makes him sick to look at it.

"What did you just say, Coke?"

"Delicious or Pepsi?"

"I got their recipe and made it myself. I must try it later. It's much better than the Muggle ones,"

"Wizards need to learn more from Muggles. Their creativity is not inferior to magic at all. Perhaps because of the absence of magical magic, their imagination is far better than wizards. At this point, I still need to ask Thank you, although I was learning about Muggles before, I still had too little exposure."

"No, you're flattering yourself, Mr. Flamel." Ron smiled shyly. Although Nicole May didn't have the slightest airs, Ron still couldn't let go when facing such a big boss.

"Don't be cautious, treat this place as your home. I haven't had any young guests here for a long time. They are all little guys who are tens or hundred years old. They are not interesting at all."

"Newt came here to abduct some cuties from my zoo, Dumbledore came to me and took the Philosopher's Stone, these little ones"

Nicolas took a sip of Coke, "It's not interesting at all. Is it interesting to study magical creatures and dragon blood? Why don't you come and play cards with me. A life without fun is meaningless."

"So, what I said in my first letter to you is quite important to me. This is not a compliment, but a fact."

"Ron, do you know what the Philosopher's Stone is?"

Nicole May beckoned, and he grabbed two stones flying from the mahogany platform.

"The elixir of life."

"When you get this potion that can bring you close to eternal life, you will also pay the same price."

"The Sorcerer's Stone, the Elixir of Life, they are also the products of alchemy, and the essence of alchemy"

Nicole May put the Philosopher's Stone on the table in front of Ron and rolled it. They looked like ordinary stones, but they were extremely attractive.

He looked up at Ron, as if waiting for his answer.

"Equivalent exchange."

"Very correct." Nicole May showed a smile, and he leaned on the back of the sofa, "Guess what I gave when I got eternal life?"

"This is related to the rewards you can get in the end, Dumbledore please ask me, I can continue to increase the price."

"Try hard to guess, if you can surprise me, I won't let you down."

(There should be another chapter today, and it is currently 1. When the next chapter comes, you might as well guess the price Nicol paid.)
(End of this chapter)