Chapter 202 Long Time No See

"Come on, it's in front," Tom looked at the door of the tailor's shop, the sign on the top was written in gold in big letters-Gentlemen's Tailors, he approached and said, "except for some large new clothes, I Think we'll need to get a set of dress robes, too, and Professor Slughorn has given me some inside information that we might use."

"What? Is the school going to organize a blind date?" Nelson shrugged and teased, "Or do you think your school uniform robe is not worthy of your prefect badge?"

The moment Nelson heard the word "dress gown", Nelson thought of a famous intercollegiate event with a long history-the Triwizard Tournament, but he quickly rejected this possibility. Devo's activity has been stagnant for many years, and now that his influence is at its most rampant, the probability of it being held again is even smaller than before.

"Could it be that Ilvermorny is coming to participate?" Nelson couldn't help thinking.

"If you really have an urgent need for activities such as blind dates," Tom said as he opened the door of the tailor shop and made a "please" gesture, "I suggest you go to Professor Slughorn's Slug Club He held a party in Diagon Alley last month, and when I went to eat, there was a witch who had been married twelve times, widowed twelve times and inherited twelve times, and was always looking for a new marriage partner for herself."

Seeing Nelson's strange expression, he added, "Her mother seems to be the same, which makes her family very rich, and if there is no conspiracy, then it may be a powerful curse."

"I don't know if you've ever heard of a word, but it's extremely peaceful," Nelson said, raising his eyebrows. "Marrying her can be dangerous enough to kill, but when you're the thirteenth, the two Bad luck can collide..."

"In the end, the death of the thirteenth person is equivalent to the sum of the first twelve?"

"I mean, it's possible to be safe and happy."

"Okay, you can try it, don't blame me for not reminding you, her child is already working in the Ministry of Magic." Tom shivered a little, and stepped into the store door.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the Gentleman's Clothing Store," Nelson said as he approached the store. A faint smell of fuel filled the store. A smiling man in a tuxedo and with a cane came out from behind a wooden hanger. , "What do you two want?"

The moment he saw the shopkeeper, Nelson narrowed his eyes. He quietly blocked Tom who was walking towards the display window, and asked softly to the shopkeeper, "Mr. Daguerre, you are the only one in the magic world in Europe." Do you do business?"

Tom stopped in his tracks. He didn't even look at the owner before. He turned around and found out that the owner of this gentlemen's clothing store turned out to be the owner of the alchemy store he had seen in hiding. Even for wizards , this kind of thing is too coincidental.

"Oh! Sir, I remember you! Long time no see! Does that camera work? You must think it's worth the money," Daguerre said in a hyperbolic tone, thanks to Nelson's ignorance of what happened on the cruise ship in Boston Bay , otherwise the small silver balls have filled the whole store now, seeing Nelson's expression softened a little, Daguerre explained, "Coincidentally, you are really my regular customer, no matter where I open the store, I can Met you... But you are overthinking, I have shops all over the world, so it is normal for you to meet me even in Buenos Aires."

"But why did your store before Hogsmeade disappear after you sold the camera?" Nelson picked up a suit in the closet, rubbed the fabric of the innermost chiffon shirt, and raised his head to ask .

"I don't want to either. I've been looking at that location for a long time, and it's very suitable for business." Daguerre clapped his hands, and a set of tailor-made tools flew out from the depths of the shop and landed in his hands. "Later, a nobleman wanted to come here. Opening a candy store here, you know, these old British nobles are not short of money, I thought my business here could take off, but he gave too much."

"Okay," Tom curled his lips. Except for the eloquence that he bought a big bag of things in secret, he didn't care about anything in Daguerre. For Tom, who was full of self-confidence, whether there was a conspiracy was irrelevant. It's important, it's just a life-saving straw for the weak to seek success. He waved his hand, pointed to a row of robes hanging behind, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, bring some dress robes over here and have a look."

"Okay." Daguerre winked at Nelson, bowed slightly, turned and ran to the depths of the shop.

"What a coincidence, it's unbelievable." Nelson gasped, "He wouldn't want to abduct Hogwarts students, would he?"

"You are a little sensitive, Gnar, we are not Christian, and there are not so many criminals who traffic children in the world." Tom raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "He better have some kind of conspiracy. If this is the case, then this The store must be his disguise, so the products he sells must be very...high quality and cheap."

"That's true." Nelson nodded, "Speaking of which, the clothes in his store are really good."

"Buy more, lest you have to measure the size later and suffer."

...

"Hey, good brother, long time no see."

As soon as Nelson approached the door of Dumbledore's office, an angry voice stopped him.

"Albus isn't here, the head of Ravenclaw is inside."

Nelson looked towards the door, where a majestic armor was raising its arms to greet him.

"Hello, long time no see," Nelson stepped forward, helped the armor straighten the visor, and swept away the spider webs on its head, and said, "I'm here to find Professor Sykes."

"Well, I thought you were here to look for me," the armor made a depressed sound like an Autobot deflated, and even had a few rust spots on its body, "I heard from Albus that you have been back for a long time I don’t even know to come and see me... But, I’m just a pair of armor, and the other can only stand at the base of the wall—”

"Okay, okay," Nelson hurriedly interrupted the armor. He patted its helmet and said, "The last time I came to Dumbledore's office, I passed by the door and called you, but you ignored me."

"Oh? Haha, embarrassment, embarrassment..." Jia Jia scratched his head and said, "I may have fallen asleep."

"Does the armor still need to sleep?" Nelson raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Sure enough... I'm just an armor, an old armor that no one sleeps and I can't sleep, in this world—"

"Are you going to get married? Why do you feel weird?" Nelson tapped the armor's head suspiciously, looking around, "I really didn't know that the magic armor needed to sleep."

"Well, I've actually been sleeping all the time. Gryffindor told me back then," the armor cleared his throat and made a recording, "As a lonely armor, you can only pass the time by sleeping constantly. When you wake up, it means that the knight in your destiny needs your protection."

"Why does it feel so disgusting..." Nelson whispered to himself, scratching his chin, and asked, "Have you found your knight?"

"No, in recent years, I have woken up more and more frequently. I once thought it was my knight coming, but later, I discovered an important truth."

"What?"

"It just seems like my sleep quality is getting worse."

"Okay," Nelson shrugged, "do you want to take a nap? You look sleepy."

"You say it like this...ah, it's really a bit," the good brother yawned as the visor opened and closed, and said, "Go in, I'll take a nap for a while."

After all, he closed his visor, and there was no more sound, and the door of Dumbledore's office opened.

"Please come in." Professor Sykes' voice came out, separated by a little distance, and some could not hear clearly.

Nelson had to push open the door and walk in.

"Nelson, long time no see." Professor Sykes sat on Dumbledore's seat, and raised his chin at Nelson who pushed the door in. "Please sit down, would you like something to drink?"

"No, Professor," Nelson said politely, moving the stool to the desk, "I just had something to drink."

"Well," Professor Sykes nodded, watching Nelson sit down, picked up a stack of papers, and said, "It seems that Ilvermorny's teaching of Charms is not bad, and your learning progress is still ahead of schedule."

"Thank you for your compliment," Nelson said, lowering his head. "The two schools each have their own advantages, but I actually learned with the help of tutorial books."

"Is there any guidance book that can guide the best student in the whole year?" Professor Sykes put his arms on the table, raised his chin, and asked with great interest.

"You're awsome," Professor Sykes' deliberate intimacy made Nelson a little uncomfortable, and he replied, "it's a book of spells edited by Miranda Gosack, a graduate of Hogwarts. Great help for basic learning."

"Miranda Goshack..." Professor Sykes narrowed his eyes and said, "I remember her, a very talented witch, but she disappeared after graduation. Did she go to write a book? Isn't that something? Simple work... Do you have her book in your hand? Can you show it to me?"

"Sorry, professor, the senior sister said that it can't be circulated at will," Nelson said, spreading his hands, "I can't do it without her consent—"

"I understand," Professor Sykes nodded. "Can you tell me the name of her book? If it is published, I will buy a copy."

"Standard Spells."

"Standard...spells?" Professor Sykes shook his head playfully, "That's amazing... By the way, Nelson, in order to reward your learning achievements, I'm going to give you a prize."

"What?"

Professor Sykes took out a slender crystal bottle from his pocket, which contained a lavender unknown liquid. Just by looking at the crystal clear crystal bottle, one can tell that this bottle of liquid is of great value.

"A potion that can make your eyes and ears clear, and it will be of great help to little wizards who overuse their brains." Professor Sykes smiled stiffly, but it made her nasolabial folds deeper and her expression more serious. Said, "Nelson, this is just a little help from me. Don't worry, I confirmed with Professor Dumbledore that it will not harm you."

"Thank you, Professor," Nelson stretched out his hands, but the crystal bottle broke in his hand, observing the lavender liquid in the bottle, and asked, "But Professor, drinking the antidote for the Winged Demon's venom really won't hurt you if you drink it twice. Are there any side effects?"

"You're welcome, this is you—" Professor Sykes, who was talking about being rude, suddenly froze. She stared into Nelson's eyes and said word by word, "What are you talking about?"

"Professor, to be honest, I've drank the antidote for the Winged Demon's venom. Although the color is different, the texture of the liquid is very similar to the shape of the bubbles." Nelson scratched his head and asked, "After all, the raw materials of the antidote are more It mostly comes from the Winged Demon itself, I was wondering if there would be any side effects if I drank it twice."

"You..." Professor Sykes stared at Nelson for a long time, closed his eyes, shook his head, stretched out his hand, took the crystal bottle in Nelson's hand back, sighed, and said, "It seems that you know everything. "

"Yes, I know all about it."

"How much do you know?" Professor Sykes looked like a serious riddler at the moment.

"Since I was called to your office in Ravenclaw Tower that day."

Professor Sykes sighed again, leaning on the back of the chair, pinching the crystal bottle, the bubbles in it burst quickly, a puff of white smoke rose from his palm, and she grabbed it into his pocket. Soon, there was nothing left in the crystal bottle. Down the crimson purple liquid with swirls, "Okay, I'm sorry for my sister's incident. Due to my negligence, she hid a XXXXX-level magical animal on your body, which caused a bad influence on you. .”

Professor Sykes lowered her head and said earnestly. She pushed the crystal bottle in front of Nelson, "I removed the venom of the Winged Demon, and the remaining potion is really helpful for your wit and eyes. Accept it. Well, I'll make it up to you."

...

Nelson walked out of the office with a part of the compensation full of sincerity, when a small piece of iron suddenly hit him on the head, he bent down, picked up the piece of iron on the ground, it turned out to be the scales on the armor, Nelson turned his head to look at the armor, But it seems to be sleeping soundly.

Just as he was about to go back and put the scales back in place, Nelson suddenly felt some scratches on his fingertips.

He quietly put the scales into his pocket, quickened his pace, and left the door of Dumbledore's office.

After walking through two corridors and turning a few corners, Nelson took out the scale armor from his pocket, placed it carefully in his hand, and observed the crooked words carved on it.

"Good brother, be careful. That hippogriff kid asked the Patronus to tell Albus about the Winged Demon, and Albus told her about it."

Nelson rubbed his chin. It turned out that Professor Sykes knew that he had drank the antidote, but she seemed to want to pretend that she had heard it for the first time. He turned his head and looked at Dumbledore's office through the walls Looking in the direction, he felt another scratch on his palm.

Nelson turned it over, and it was written in bold handwriting: "It hurts to pull out a piece, please help me change a piece of gold."