[Comprehensive British and American] Unscrupulous house of everything

"It is said that in the big city of New York, there is a master house. When you are desperate, it will appear in front of you. Go in, write down your appeal and the price you are willing to pay on the parchment in the store, and leave an address where you can be contacted. If the manager of master house is willing to accept your commission, then..."

"Excuse me, Happy, what are you talking about?" Tony Stark was sitting in the back seat of the car, flipping through a fashion magazine, interrupting Happy, who was speaking like a poem while driving.

"Don't you know? This is a recent urban legend! It is said that many people's wishes have been fulfilled! I also want to go to Master's House! I want to fulfill my wish!" Happy said while driving.

"Oh, what do you wish for? Find a girlfriend?" Tony asked absently while flipping through the magazine.

"Of course not, I want to lose weight! The kind that can be lost without dieting and exercising!" Happy said happily, "What about you? What would you want if you could go in?"

Tony closed the magazine and looked out the car window, "First of all, I won't be cornered, and then, what do you think I can't buy?"

Happy: "..." Big dog!

The car parked steadily in front of a casino in Las Vegas, "Tony? Are you sure you don't want to accept the prize? Release Colonel Rhodes' pigeon?" Pepper Potts asked standing in front of the car door.

Tony raised his eyebrows and showed a big smile, "Now is the happy hour!" He hugged the two beautiful female models who came up to him, and walked into the casino without looking back.

"I think we can prepare for the next step." Happy sat in the car, opened the window and said to Pepper, Pepper shrugged and turned to get in the car, "I can only say that I tried my best, poor Rhodes, let's go and prepare some garbage disposal supplies."

The car started slowly and merged into the traffic on the street.

In the middle of the night, a man was wandering in the street in a daze. He didn't know where he should go or what to do. He was a singer. He was originally, but only a month ago, because of an illness, he could no longer sing. Almost everyone knew that his career and dream had all stopped a month ago.

The street lamp on the side of the road flickered for a while, he looked up numbly, the street lamp was completely extinguished, and there was a light coming from the alley beside the road, and he saw a strange shop name, Wanshiwu.

He pushed open the shop door and walked in. His eyes dimmed and then lit up again. It was a dim room with candles burning on the candlesticks on the wall. There was only a table and chair in the middle of the room. On the table were ink bottles, quills, and a blank piece of parchment. He walked over and sat on the chair.

He was at a loss looking at the paper and pen in front of him, not knowing what to do, he picked up the pen tentatively, and writing began to appear on the parchment.

[-]. Write down your request

[-]. Write down what you are willing to pay

[-]. Write down your name and address
[-]. Only US dollars and gold payments are supported

[-]. Unconditionally cooperate with the clerk
[-]. Those who refuse to pay remuneration shall bear the consequences
[-]. Get out if you don’t believe me!

The last three words were enlarged and bolded, and when he finished reading all the words, the handwriting disappeared, leaving only a blank piece of paper.

He dipped the ink with a quill pen and started to write stroke by stroke.

[My vocal cords were damaged due to disease, I hope they can return to their original state, and I want to continue singing.I can give all my property, $300 million, I just want to get my voice back!Address: Top Floor, Green Building, Fifth Avenue, Manhattan.Taron Albert]

Tarun put down his pen, picked up the parchment and looked at it, then placed it flat on the table, covered his face with his hands, and wept silently.

boom!
Tarun sat on the ground blankly, looking at the dazzling streetlights, didn't he just now?It's an illusion! ?

Seeing the ink left on his hand, Tarun wiped it carefully. It was indeed ink. Is that true?Not an illusion! ?
Tarun's eyes lit up, he got up from the ground, and hurried home, he wanted to believe it was true!

"Miss Jamie, the new order, the reward looks very lucrative!" The short figure was wearing a standard clean pillowcase, revealing the sparse hair on the top of the head and big fluttering ears, and gently handed a piece of parchment to the girl beside the cauldron with his thin fingers.

"How rich? You have to remember the exchange rate between dollars and Galleons. Tens of thousands of dollars can't be exchanged for Galleons at all!" The girl continued to stir the weird liquid in the cauldron.

"It's really rich! Three million!" Kirby screamed, "If Miss Jemini hadn't given up on inheriting the family business, we wouldn't have fallen to this point! We still have to accept the Muggle commission! My poor Miss Jamie! You are clearly the last descendant of the Black family, but you have to work with Muggles. What will happen if Kreacher finds out? Kreacher will kill Keby!" Kirby was about to shed tears as he spoke.

Jeminy Black, the posthumous son of Sirius Black's one-night stand, is 15 years old this year. He was different from ordinary people since he was a child. He was praised by people familiar with him as having a talent comparable to that of Albus Dumbledore. He was an "excellent" student at Hogwarts. The Dassault Curse killed an acromantula, which nearly ate her schoolmates, but it was an Unforgivable Curse, and she was under 15 at the time.

Before her guardian Harry Potter arrived, Jemini packed her luggage as quickly as possible, and fled from England to the United States with her own elf, hiding among the Muggles. Because she was a smuggler, she didn't dare to appear in front of people openly, so she had to let the house elf run errands for her, and registered pure-blood families in the U.S. Congress. Anyway, since the great war in the British wizarding world, there are only a lot of pure-blood families with only heirs left to register.

Because she left in a hurry, Jemini didn't bring much money with her. Although there was Gringotts in the United States, she didn't want to go to pick up things, otherwise she would be discovered, so she could only use an ancestral treasure of the Black family to open a master house without a specific address.

"Shut up! Keby, ask me to take a look!" Jamie interrupted Keby impatiently, took the order and began to read.