"Need to leave the country? Go to France?"
This is not surprising to Aaron. Although vampires are distributed throughout the European continent, there are very few vampires willing to cross the sea on an isolated island in the UK. Therefore, the number of vampires in the UK is very small, and the only famous one is the Brando family.
When Aaron was traveling in France, he had some dealings with local vampire families, so he knew a lot about them. Since these French people came to him, it was probably because of their reputation at that time.
"Of course, the Ministry of Magic is willing to hire you as a special consultant for this mission. We will pay you a sum of money, which will be jointly allocated by the two countries. The amount will not disappoint you."
Seeing that Aaron seemed hesitant, a polite-speaking wizard wearing a pair of glasses among the Aurors brought by Moody quickly said.
The three old black men probably understood, and nodded frequently, and said that the French Ministry of Magic had a lot of money. When they studied abroad at Beauxbatons, the scholarship they could get in a year was not a small amount.
Aaron shook his head: "This is not a matter of money. School is about to start. I am a professor. If the delay is too long, what will my students do?"
"Oh Custer, you don't have to think about that."
Professor McGonagall quickly said - she has always felt that Aaron is a good person, and since there is an opportunity to perform, he should not miss it. This will be beneficial to his future development in the magical world:
"This year's situation is special. In order to deal with the basilisk and the secret room, we have extended the Christmas vacation for a few days. You have enough time to be a good consultant."
"Alright alright."
Aaron nodded, "However, I have a condition..."
"Please tell me." Mr. Glasses asked politely.
"That's right, I just bought a potion company and plan to produce my own potion, but there is an ingredient in it that requires relevant permission from the Ministry of Magic."
"What is it?"
"Hypercarpus."
"This..." Mr. Glasses suddenly had a problem: "To tell you the truth, snakeskin is strictly controlled in the UK, and the qualification approval of this thing is not under our control..."
"Okay, okay." Moody waved his hand impatiently. He turned to look at Aaron and asked in a rough voice:
"What you want to produce is the golden apple potion that Scrimgeour mentioned?"
"Yes." Aaron nodded.
Moody then said happily: "Then I will solve this matter for you. I will persuade Scrimgeour and let him get in touch with you. I will ensure that you can buy snakeskin legally. What do you think?" "
As a combatant on the front line, Moody knew the significance of this potion all too well. It can be said that with the golden apple potion, the danger of hunting down the dark wizard will be greatly reduced.
For Moody, who always puts the fight against the dark forces first, there is nothing more important than this.
"However, you have to promise me that if this potion is mass-produced, it must be supplied to us first." Moody said rudely.
Aaron nodded: "Don't worry, I have already promised Scrimgeour."
There is no need for Moody to say this. In fact, in Aaron's expectation, the main sales targets of the Golden Apple Potion are Aurors and combatants from various countries. After all, what can an ordinary wizard do if he buys this? To add to the fun?
"Golden Apple Potion? Is it the kind of potion that can make people stronger?" Tonks' eyes suddenly lit up: "With this, won't we need to train so hard?"
"If you still have this idea, the amount of training will be doubled!" Moody turned and scolded.
Tonks curled her lips angrily. Moody just stood up and said: "In that case, we have agreed to go to the Pig's Head Pub in Hogsmeade Village at this time tomorrow, and we will wait for you there."
With that said, he planned to walk towards the door.
"Aslato, finish the tea." Mag said to him.
"No need, Professor McGonagall, we are pressed for time." Moody said and walked out the door.
…
The next day, the Pig’s Head Bar.
Aaron, who had packed up early, arrived here early. Before Moody arrived, the three black wizards were already waiting here.
Aaron sat on a chair, ordered a glass of fire whiskey, and communicated with the wizard named Hugo.
He didn't speak so fast this time, and although he still had some accent, it didn't affect Aaron's ability to understand what he meant.
"...You mean you don't use wands and rely on gestures to cast spells?"
"It's like this in Ouagado." Hugo told him excitedly: "It recruits wizards from all over Africa. The wand has been introduced to Ouagado for some time, but many of us think this It’s destroying our tradition and unwilling to accept it.”
"What about you? I think you have a magic wand on you." Aaron asked with interest.
"I only stayed in Wagadu for three years. Then I went to school in Beauxbatons, where I got used to the wand."
Hugo seemed to be a very enthusiastic person. He took out his wand and showed it to Aaron - it was a wand made of beech wood. The core of the wand was the feathers on the wings of a Pegasus. It was twelve inches long, tough and elastic.
"France has the closest relationship with Ouagadu among all European countries. Many of my friends now live in France and we like this country."
Hugo introduced him.
Aaron chatted with him for a while, and then he made his request:
"I wanted to say, uh, can you show me how to cast a spell with hand gestures? I've been to North Africa before, but people there seem to have generally accepted wands, so I didn't get to see much."
"Of course." Hugo agreed immediately: "It's just that I've been in France for too long, and now I probably only know some simple spells - you know, the wand is still more convenient after all, although some of my friends think this It’s a conspiracy by white wizards to destroy our magical heritage.”
"No problem, simple is fine, I just want to take a look."
Hugo then started his performance - his two thick black hands overlapped each other, changing gestures slowly and somewhat unfamiliarly - this reminded Aaron of the seals in Naruto.
Hugo said while operating: "This is just the most complicated and elementary method. I once saw a powerful wizard. He only needed to wave his hand to set off a gust of wind. It was very powerful."
After changing dozens of gestures, Hugo completed his magic - he pulled out a bouquet of flowers from his palm like a magic trick.
"Oh, I forgot."
Hugo tapped the stamens with his fingers, and the bouquet of flowers immediately lit up.
Aaron smiled politely - it seemed that Hugo was right, his skills were indeed too rusty.
Hugo gave the flowers to a bar waitress, and then said to Aaron:
“In Wagadu, you cannot make too complicated gestures when greeting others, as this will make people suspect that you are up to something bad. We usually don’t wear clothes with too long sleeves, because exposing your hands shows your respect for others. "
Aaron nodded and understood - he had only spent a few days in North Africa, which had almost been occupied by white wizards, and had not been able to appreciate the local customs very well.
During the conversation, Moody walked in carrying a rusty bucket. He was a little surprised to see Aaron come early, but he didn't say anything.
"What is this?" Aaron was a little surprised when he saw the bucket in his hand.
"We collected it from a smuggler before. This is a portkey that will allow us to reach Paris in the blink of an eye."
Moody said.
