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"I'd like to inquire about custom-enchanting some metal components. Naturally, I'll provide the base materials. I need the ability to channel magic through the metal while simultaneously using it to protect my wand—after all, wands are fundamentally wooden constructs." Tony surveyed the deceptively ordinary shop interior while addressing George.
George stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Do you have technical specifications? What metal composition? Required dimensions and configuration?"
Tony had anticipated that electronic devices would malfunction within the magical district, so he'd prepared printed blueprints beforehand. He immediately extracted them and presented them to George. "Precisely like this. For the metallurgical requirements, I need superior protective capabilities—ideally with flexibility, thermal resistance, cryogenic durability, and optimally, automatic surface adhesion that won't be compromised by high-velocity movement."
George regarded Tony with puzzled curiosity. "Your specifications are remarkably straightforward. Any Quidditch outfitter stocks metal plating designed for glove integration. Why pursue custom fabrication?"
Tony looked genuinely bewildered. "Quidditch? What exactly is that?"
"Wait a moment—Tony? Tony Stark?" George suddenly appeared to recall something significant, his voice sharpening with recognition.
"Correct—that's precisely who I am," Tony confirmed.
"Are you acquainted with Harry Potter?" George pressed further.
"Isn't that Gemini's guardian?" Tony's eyes widened with realization.
"Brilliant! It really is you!" George extended both hands eagerly, attempting another handshake. "I'm Harry's friend—absolutely delighted to meet you properly. I'm familiar with your circumstances. No concerns whatsoever—I've fabricated countless similar items. I can fulfill every specification you've outlined, and with remarkable efficiency."
Tony observed George's outstretched hands and immediately retreated a full step. "Absolutely not! Maintain your current position!"
George regretfully removed his gloves with theatrical disappointment. "Blast—didn't manage to fool you this time!"
Approaching the counter, he retrieved parchment and a quill pen, offering them to Tony. "Excellent—document your precise custom requirements. I'll prioritize your commission—should be completed by this afternoon. After all, these are fundamentally simple enchantments."
Tony considered carefully, positioning his blueprints on the counter while examining the writing materials with suspicious scrutiny. Detecting no obvious magical traps, he relaxed and lifted the quill to begin writing.
SPLURT!
A violent stream of ink erupted from the quill's rear section, drenching Tony's face completely.
"HAHAHAHA!" George exploded with delighted laughter. "Jet-Spray Quill!Two Galleons per unit!"
Tony wiped the ink from his features and released a resigned sigh. "Absolutely impossible to anticipate."
"Ha ha—don't be so dramatic! I'll fabricate your custom order completely free of charge—consider it compensation for beta-testing my newest products. The ink will vanish automatically in ten minutes, and I'll include several popular shop items as additional apology. Acceptable terms?" George laughed while patting Tony's shoulder companionably.
"Agreement reached! Considering I've paid a substantial price already!" Tony nodded acceptance. "Incidentally—are you familiar with Gemini Black?"
"Merlin's beard—the little princess of the Black family! Why wouldn't I know her? Honestly, she represents more than half the reason I established an American branch. Otherwise I'd currently be operating within the Chinese magical community!" George grinned enthusiastically. "Her guardian learned of my international expansion plans and specifically requested I prioritize American operations to provide local support for her."
"Fascinating. However, why would an underage witch travel such extraordinary distances to relocate here?" Tony inquired.
"Ah—apparently Gemini hasn't shared extensive details with you. That particular information requires direct consultation with her," George replied diplomatically.
Tony shrugged with acceptance. "Fair enough. I've provided my address—please expedite completion. Additionally—how do we maintain communication?"
George rummaged beneath the counter, eventually producing a gold Galleon which he offered to Tony. "Keep this on your person at all times. When I require contact, it will generate heat. Observe the portrait in the center? I can communicate directly through this image. Conversely, if you need me, simply press and hold the portrait for five seconds—I'll receive immediate notification."
"Curious question—why doesn't the magical world utilize cellular communication technology?" Tony asked, examining the enchanted coin.
"Excellent inquiry. Electronic devices entering magical environments experience severe electromagnetic interference. Although I've attempted technological integration, you must understand—my expertise in Muggle technology remains significantly limited, preventing successful implementation." George grimaced regretfully. "Furthermore, these devices evolve too rapidly—before I can master one model, newer variants appear!"
Tony stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Do you accept investment partnerships? I can provide comprehensive mobile technology documentation—from earliest prototypes to cutting-edge innovations. I'll also subsidize research expenses. I require forty percent equity! Your assessment?"
"You can actually obtain such materials?" George's eyes blazed with excitement. "Forty percent is excessive—twenty percent maximum. Remember, I must handle all magical modifications! Fair warning—using magic on Muggles triggers Ministry detection, especially in America—you'd face immediate prosecution."
"Ha!" Tony lifted his chin with supreme confidence. "Who exactly am I? Do I require magic for such trivial matters?! I need only speak the request and someone will deliver everything immediately!"
"Ah! Esteemed Mr. Stark, your generosity rivals your legendary genius! Your magnificent..." George immediately rose, launching into exaggerated praise with theatrical gestures and operatic delivery.
"Stop, stop, STOP!" Tony frantically interrupted George's performance. "I'm departing immediately! Contact me when fabrication is complete!"
After rapidly delivering this statement, Tony fled the shop without backward glance.
"Hahaha! Did you witness that, Fred? This fellow is absolutely fascinating," George laughed while watching Tony's hasty retreat. His expression flickered with momentary melancholy before he rubbed his face and examined Tony's abandoned blueprints.
Tony returned to The Copper Oak, utilizing the Floo Network to reach home. His armor continued autonomous construction while his mind remained electrically stimulated—sleep seemed impossible. After brief consideration, he resumed reading Introduction to Alchemy.
"Sir, Miss Potts has arrived," FRIDAY's voice interrupted Tony's academic absorption.
"Tony? Several documents require your signature," Pepper's voice followed immediately.
"Understood—I'm coming," Tony closed his book, massaged his temples, and checked the time—noon had arrived.
"Did you bring sustenance?" Tony collected the documents from his desk, signing his name without examination.
Pepper sighed and positioned the food she'd purchased en route before the paperwork.
"Absolutely magnificent! Thank you, Pepper—cheeseburgers! You're genuinely the best!" Tony immediately brightened upon seeing his preferred meal, rapidly completed the remaining signatures, seized the bag, and devoured a burger enthusiastically.
"Do you have additional commitments this evening?" Tony asked indistinctly through his mouthful of food.
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