Luke looked at the old man in front of him, not panicking at all, but with a look of interest on his face.
"In the magical world, besides fairies, are there actually human blacksmiths?"
Luke looked at the old man and asked with a curious look on his face.
There are blacksmiths in the wizarding world. After all, whether it is those exquisite magic accessories or the famous Gryffindor sword, they are not created by transfiguration at once, but by hammering them with hammers. Knocked out.
It's just that those with such skills are often goblins. Although these little things may not look good, everyone recognizes their craftsmanship. They seem to be born magic craftsmen with amazing talents in forging. Whether it’s the belt on Luke’s waist that can be reused with gems repeatedly, or Gryffindor’s sword, they are all their works.
So far, Luke has seen many magic props produced by humans, such as flying broomsticks, but the highly powerful defensive or offensive magic props, as well as high-quality magic swords, are all made by fairies. of.
Of course, it is also because magic swords have been kicked out of the stage of history. Why Gryffindor is keen on using swords is still a mystery.
No one can quite explain why Gryffindor would use a sword as his weapon. Unfortunately, Luke has never seen the sword with his own eyes, so he doesn't know if it is related to talent.
Judging from the demand and market share, the profession of blacksmith has never risen in the magic world. Past, present and future are the same.
This is the first time Luke has seen a living human magic blacksmith, especially someone who can tell at a glance that he is very powerful and has good craftsmanship.
"You kid, aren't you afraid of me? I am a vicious dark wizard!"
The old man looked at Luke who couldn't be said to be calm, but could only be said to be walking freely, with a look of confusion on his face.
Seriously, is it really easy to calm down after being taken to a place you don’t know by someone with unknown purposes?
As soon as he said this, Luke was stunned for a moment, and then looked at him with a confused face. The old man looked at his expression as if he was questioning his own IQ, and there was a "snap" sound in his ear and he slapped his forehead. The voice and the ferocious expression on his face were barely contained.
"What are you looking at! Hand over the things to me quickly!"
He showed the most ferocious expression he felt, and while roaring, he picked up the big hammer from his feet. The weight of the hammer was ridiculously heavy at first glance. But when it dances in the old man's hands, it looks as light as a plastic toy.
"What price did Dumbledore sell me for?"
Luke didn't panic at all, but he stopped provoking the old guy. After all, the hammer didn't have eyes, and the embarrassed emotion shown by the emotional dust was not fake.
Only he and Dumbledore, and at most Taylor, knew about the fact that the Sorcerer's Stone was broken into powder. After all, it was better to keep it a secret.
Now suddenly an old man with a white beard popped out and said that he wanted to hand over the magic stone powder himself.
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If you think about it with your buttocks, you will know that it was Dumbledore who did this. But what Luke couldn't figure out was that there was no need to hide the matter from Luke.
Even if you want to test whether the magic stone still exists, this method is too low-level.
The old man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why Luke mentioned Dumbledore's name.
But he was stunned and already told Luke the answer.
After reacting for a while, the old man's face darkened and he was about to deny Luke's guess. Even if there is such a speculation, it is meaningless. If he really wants to threaten, he doesn't believe that this kid can still be so calm.
And just when he was about to speak, Dumbledore's voice came in from outside the door.
"Okay, Gibson...my God, after all these years, your brains are still in inverse proportion to your muscles..."
Dumbledore looked helpless at the guy in front of him who was seen through by Luke at a glance. Why doesn't he want to come to France? Because France has Madame Maxime, who is ambitious and aggressive, and wants to knock other magic schools including Hogwarts to the ground all day long. She also has extremely low work efficiency, even worse than that of the British Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic requires unbearable administrative efficiency. A group of powerful nobles who had never been weakened or suppressed, and there was still something that made him sad.
France was really not a friendly country to him. Especially with teammates like this.
"I really shouldn't have any expectations for your acting skills."
Dumbledore said helplessly.
The old man known as Gibson groaned and crossed his arms, but there was no retort on his face.
Dumbledore turned to look at Luke, and then found that Luke had pointed the wand at him at some point.
"Professor, please give me an explanation. I know you don't mean any harm, but that doesn't mean I'm not angry."
Just kidding, he knew very well that once he arrived in France, he would be exploited by Dumbledore in various ways. But equally, he was using Dumbledore. It was inevitable that he would come to France, and judging from his previous performance, even if he chose the Muggle mode of transportation, which had the lowest chance of being noticed, he would still be noticed.
If I came to France alone, it's really hard to say whether the current experience would be worse.
"As you can see, there are too many people who are interested in you. If we just go to Nico like this, it will not only bring trouble to him, but we will also be in more trouble."
Dumbledore didn't care at all that Luke had his wand pointed at him. To put it harshly, if he encountered such a situation, he would raise his wand and question the other party without hesitation.
Judging from the look on his face, Luke remained calm, which was enough for him to be sober.
After hearing this reason, Luke nodded. To be honest, he didn't realize it before, but now he realized that he and Elder Tang are really the same now. When I passed by, any kind of monster would dare to jump out.
Counting the Strange family and the old man in front of me, within two days of arriving in France, four waves of people had already come to my door, with good and bad attitudes and different purposes.
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But there is still one thing in common.
They all came for Luke. It's like catching Luke now will make him immortal...
Ah, it seems to be really possible, then it’s okay...
Luke also has a basic understanding of his current situation.
"What you told me before, as well as the information about the residence disclosed by Mr. Flamel... are all false."
Luke put his wand back into his sleeve. He patted his dust-stained robe. Then Luke smiled at Dumbledore: "Professor, shall we set off now?"
"That won't work!"
Before Dumbledore could speak, Gibson shook his head repeatedly and swung the hammer back and forth in his hand.
"Dumbledore agreed, I will bring him back to you, and you can ask him to rub the powder of the Sorcerer's Stone into my hands."
Gibson used his index finger and thumb to mark a short distance between his big bell-like eyes.
"Just a little bit will do."
Dumbledore felt a little embarrassed for a moment and turned to look at Luke. Luke looked like it had nothing to do with him. This expression was not at all what Dumbledore expected.
He knew from the beginning that Luke would not be able to compromise with him so easily.
"What I'm saying is that as long as you bring him here, you have a chance to get the magic stone powder, Gibson."
Dumbledore didn't hesitate for a few seconds, quickly turned his head and said to Gibson. The really long look in his eyes couldn't be more obvious, as if that's what he thought from the beginning.
But Luke didn't believe a single punctuation mark, and Gibson's frown and two puffs of white air from his nose confirmed his suspicion. But to Luke's surprise... Gibson didn't fall out with Dumbledore, no, he didn't even complain.
"Let's do this, I want the magic stone powder in your hand, let's make a deal."
It could be seen that although he was a little aggrieved, he meant it when he said this.
Luke felt like he was completely shocked. No, old man, have you been fooled by Dumbledore?
But looking at Gibson's ugly face and the big hammer held in his veiny hand, Luke still chose to swallow the question back.
"Answer my initial question first."
Luke didn't panic, and his expression became more and more relaxed. He even pulled out the wand again, and then a chair 'grown' from the ground. Luke sat on the chair and said with a very sincere expression.
"What did you ask in the first place?!"
Gibson said angrily.
He crossed his arms and threw his butt on his own iron bench.
Luke suppressed the desire to twitch the corners of his mouth, now was not the time to complain.
"What I'm asking is, are you a human magic blacksmith? What can you do? What do you want the magic stone powder for?"
His barrage of questions made Gibson's brows frown even tighter.
"Did you ask so many questions in the first place? I have a bad memory, but you still can't fool me when something is so obviously wrong!"
Gibson looked at Luke and said fiercely.
Luke felt like he was at a loss...
"It's not important, forget it, just answer the question I just asked."
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Luke rubbed the center of his brow with the heel of his palm and said helplessly.
Seeing him like this, Gibson turned his head and glanced at Dumbledore, who nodded to him speechlessly. Dumbledore really doubted whether what this guy sacrificed his sword for was his non-combat reaction speed and IQ.
Gibson frowned and organized his words for a while, then said: "Of course I am a magic blacksmith for humans. I know what you mean, but although we are a minority, we are indeed not dead. We are still forging iron and looking for new weapons for wizards. The way forward.”
'The way forward for wizards' new weapons', Luke captured this keyword very keenly, but he said nothing and continued to listen to Gibson's story with a normal expression.
And Gibson didn't pay attention to Luke's face, just talking to himself.
"My family mainly forges magic swords. You should have heard of the legend of Gryffindor's sword. Our family's ideal is to create a magic sword that surpasses that sword."
"I think the forging of that sword is not just about the difference in skills. No, it should be said that there is not much difference between ours and the goblins in terms of skills. It's just that there is a real problem with our materials."
"When elves forge, the materials they often use are fairy gold and fairy silver. When they mix these two metals into other metals to form an alloy, special properties will appear."
When he said this, Gibson's eyes were full of helplessness: "Elf gold and elf silver are the specialties of the elf people. Even after they were defeated, they did not reveal the refining methods of these two metals."
"But they are alchemical items after all, right! So if the pinnacle of alchemy, the Philosopher's Stone, can become my forging material, I think I can definitely forge a magic sword that far surpasses Gryffindor's sword."
After hearing this, Luke really wanted to give the man in front of him a big thumbs up. Isn't this pure bullshit? Luke doesn't know the production process of Fairy Gold and Fairy Silver, but he understands very well that the Magic Stone and these two things are no longer on the same level.
If you say those two are all epic forging materials. Then the magic stone is an artifact-level forging material. This is the world of Harry Potter, not the world of Fullmetal Alchemist. In this world, the Philosopher's Stone is the only one.
If this kind of thing is used as a forging material, it must be strong. If nothing else, the powerful magic power alone is enough to make that magic sword extraordinary. And maybe it has some strange effects.
For example, the more you chop, the younger you get, until a person is chopped down to a stage where a human cub has no fighting ability. Or it could in turn absorb the life force of others...
The idea is good, but Luke can forge such a weapon even after learning how to blacksmith. And maybe the one cast is stronger than Gibson's, because Luke is more familiar with the properties of the Philosopher's Stone than Gibson.
You know, if this sword is really forged, any skill will eventually become the foil of the magic stone.
The old guy in front of me can only be described as whimsical.
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"You don't have to look at me like that, I didn't mean it."
This time, Gibson noticed Luke's eyes: "I don't want to be coerced by the materials. I know very well that my level is not enough to be able to use a whole piece of magic stone to make a sword. So this idea has always been just an idea. , I didn’t even mention it.”
"But it's different now!" Gibson said the emotional part, staring at Luke with a fiery face, a big iron-like hand pressed on Luke's shoulder and said to Luke, "Now the magic stone is broken! This must be a beautiful thing! A whole magic stone won't work, nor a small piece of magic stone, but a little powder of the magic stone will always do. Anyway, the magic stone is broken, why not recycle it? See if you can forge it into a sword."
"As long as you promise to give me the powder, I am willing to hand over to you the most successful sword I have ever forged!"
"Anyway, your family background, reputation, and ability from what you've seen just now are pretty good, so you shouldn't be able to dishonor that sword."
Luke looked at the excited Gibson and didn't know what to say for a moment.
He could tell that the old man in front of him really wanted this bit of powder. He seemed to intend to use this to realize his final wish, but this initiative was in vain.
"Because there is no magic stone powder at all... That thing is so hard that it really can't be smashed."
Luke thought helplessly in his heart. After being mastered, the magic stone becomes a whole, and it is indestructible until the magic power in it is used up.
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Luke didn't know whether Nico had told Dumbledore this information, but judging from Dumbledore's continuous temptations, he was afraid that he really didn't know the news. That's why he tried every means to test whether the Philosopher's Stone was still there. The dinner party last night was indeed not Dumbledore's premeditation, but Dumbledore did not fail to follow the same high-ranking nobles, especially since the other party acted like an elder and also showed off his beautiful granddaughter. situation, to test whether Luke holds the magic stone.
Luke didn't know why he was so persistent, but Luke knew that he must not hand over the things. Even if it is handed over, it must be at the right time, at the right place, and at the right price.
Of course he would not accept this temptation.
"Although I agree with your idea. I can also feel your sincerity and enthusiasm..." Luke stared at the hanging hammer, and at the same time, he struggled to open Gibson's painful hand on his shoulder. "But this thing doesn't belong to me. I told him it's useless!"
Luke looked helpless.
This really made Gibson anxious.
"But this thing is broken. Even if you give it back to Nico Flamel, he won't be able to use it anymore. And if I want to blame you for this, it's definitely not because of the missing powder. your."
He looked at Luke eagerly, not at all as brave as he was at first.
"I just want a little bit, really just a little bit."
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His fingers still pointed at the universe.
"If the Philosopher's Stone is still complete, I can intercept it for you to use, not only because you are a friend of Professor Dumbledore, but also because I can see that you are a person with pursuits, and the Philosopher's Stone, It's very possible that it really is the last piece of the puzzle you're after..."
Luke said emotionally, and Gibson nodded repeatedly. He thought this matter was going to be done.
But Luke's next words knocked his hopes to the bottom again.
"But the Philosopher's Stone is broken. I broke it, so I have to go to Mr. Flamel to apologize. This is my principle. If I do something wrong, I will definitely bear what I should bear."
Luke looked into Gibson's eyes and said righteously and firmly.
"If I can get Mr. Flamel's forgiveness, I will definitely give you some magic stone powder so that you can fulfill your wish. But if Mr. Flamel is unwilling to forgive me, then I'm sorry, this thing is not mine. Yes, I can’t make the decision, not even a little bit.”
Luke's words were loud and his expression was quite firm. It seemed that there was no room for negotiation.
Then the smile on Gibson's face gradually turned bitter, and his head gradually lowered, looking like an eggplant beaten by frost.
At this time, Luke looked at Dumbledore, who was standing still on the other side and watching the show, with an unkind look on his face.
The two exchanged glances.
'How shameless. '
'To each other. '
Dumbledore will not despise Luke now, and Luke will not despise Dumbledore, because both of them spared no effort when deceiving Gibson.
Luke sighed softly in his heart.
"A world where only Gibson was injured was born..."
But this thought had just come to him when he saw Gibson, who had been listless just now, suddenly raise his head. The smile on his face was no longer as simple and enthusiastic as before, and it was truly vicious.
Then Luke's vision was firmly occupied by a flash of iron gray.
"Damn it, this is going to happen."
Luke burst out with a curse in his heart, and the wand in his hand was grasped again, but just as he raised it, Luke's hand stopped.
"Bounce!" With a sound, Luke's body and wand landed almost at the same time.
My eyes were dark, and my head still hurt a little, but these feelings were gradually becoming dull.
But before Luke fell into a deep sleep, he still heard a voice with a ferocious smile.
"tnnd, I am a dark wizard! What ideals and pursuits are you talking about? What principles are you talking about and what are the futures?"
"Kid, have you never seen a dark wizard? Remember! Talking about these things with a dark wizard! It's all false!"
Luke wanted to say that he had seen a dark wizard, and he had seen one of the strongest dark wizards. But the dark wizard was killed by him before he could do such a thing.
Luke wanted to give this old man the middle finger. He was really touched just now. But now it seems that being moved is indeed a superfluous emotion. Next time you are chatting with someone, remember to suppress such emotions.
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Ah, one is not enough, I have to give Dumbledore another one. Old man, you made a mistake in making friends, wait for the gold coins to explode!
It's a pity that Luke didn't have time to say these words.
The mind returns to tranquility and the soul falls into silence.
Looking at Gibson who was rummaging around on Luke's body and finally took out the powder of the Sorcerer's Stone from Luke's belt and showed an excited smile, Dumbledore felt that his breathing seemed a little bit difficult. .
Damn... Do you want to kill Gibson and leave it to Luke?
But watching Gibson really only take out a little bit of powder from the packet. Then he stuffed the small bag containing the powder back into Luke's belt, then turned around and ran to the stove not far away, picked up the sledgehammer, and started working immediately. ,
Dumbledore decided.
"You will decide for yourself when you get up. What kind of person you are will soon be revealed, Luke Gaunt."
Dumbledore whispered as he straightened Luke's head, which was lying on the chair.
