Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger felt a little regretful, and he didn't see any excitement in Lupine's eyes.

"Do you know who she is?" Iger looked at Lupine curiously.

"I don't know..." Lupine was a little puzzled.

"It's a weird, very smart girl. She's twenty years old this year. She's Sirius' niece." Iger had no expression on his face, and muttered absent-mindedly, "Look, isn't she beautiful?"

"It's very beautiful, but what's the problem?" Lupine looked blank.

Sighing, Iger put away the group photo. It seemed that if the two hadn't been in contact, it would be useless to just rely on what he said now, but Iger didn't see the wave in Lupine's eyes when he put away the group photo.

He likes the girl with the hair the color of bubblegum...

At least the senses are very good, but Lupine doesn't really want to touch her, she is only twenty years old, two years younger than Iger's girlfriend Aisha!

what do i have

I'm old, poor, and dangerous...

Lupine's eyes darkened.

Iger didn't notice Lupine's dark eyes, but he probably wouldn't care if he did.

In Iger's view, Lupine is the kind of person who is about to suffer the best.

In Iger's eyes, as a friend, if I am rich and you are poor, but we have a pure friendship, then it is not called friendship, it is called a show.

The normal development situation should be that I am rich and you are poor, so I should drag you to be rich together. This is the normal direction of development.

Or if I am poor and you are poor, let's kill the rich one together, and then we will be rich together, so that's okay...

Obviously holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, backed by a tourist development zone like the Forbidden Forest, Iger feels that if he has friends who are not doing well around him, his life will be in vain...

"When we return to England, I will introduce you to a pair of twins. I will invest in your control. The two of them will be in charge of operations. We will start to grow from Diagon Alley!" Iger smiled and patted Lupine's face with his little hands. "Then you will get promoted and raise your salary, become the store manager, marry Yirongmagus, and reach the pinnacle of your werewolf life!"

"What are you going to do?" Lupine looked at Iger curiously. He didn't doubt what Iger said. After all, he had seen Iger's inexhaustible piles of gold with his own eyes.

Iger smacked his lips expressionlessly, "e...Poisoned Egg Magic Trickster...Oh, damn...don't look at me like that, those two brothers are only suitable for this..."

"I see..." Lupine probably knew who the twins belonged to. In fact, Fred and George were quite well-known in the wizarding world. Of course, it was not a good name.

In the eyes of other families in the magic world, the children of the Weasley family are very up-to-date, except for a certain pair of unreliable twins.

"So relax, you have to hold your chest up now, after all, you are about to be a person with a small fortune, what does it look like to always keep your head down when talking..." Iger said in a barbaric manner.

When Lupine talks to people, he always subconsciously tilts his head and lowers his head, and doesn’t look into the eyes of the other person. Maybe he doesn’t realize it, but Iger can see it very clearly. I have seen it.

"In this world! As long as you have money! Power! Or strength! Then no one dares to discriminate against you!" Iger said with a face of gangsters, "When you stand at the highest peak, everyone will Ignore the question of you being a werewolf like a blind man, let alone a werewolf, no one will care even if you have goblin blood!"

"For example, Dumbledore is an old glass... Do you think people will say that is a glass figure?" Iger spread his hands "No, people will just say look,

He's a character, but just happens to be glass..."

"Other people's opinions are bullshit!" Iger grinned. "At the very least, you should think highly of yourself."

Iger didn't know whether the chicken soup he fed was poisonous or not, but that didn't matter. The important thing was to let Lupine get out of this inferiority complex.

Lupine looked at Iger and grinned "Thank you, Iger."

"So we can act separately?" Iger looked excited.

"Of course...no..." Lupine laughed teasingly.

"Oh...damn..." Iger curled his lips.

Iger couldn't act alone after all, but it didn't have much impact on him, although it's a pity...

Paris in the evening is beautiful, and the golden lights on both sides of the Rhine River are so beautiful that people are enchanted. The two are walking by the river and blowing the evening breeze. Iger looks intoxicated, "I really should take Aisha and Hermione to take a look... "

"Two people?" Lupine looked at Iger with a strange expression.

"Is there any problem?" Iger curled his lips, it's rare and strange, this means that he has traveled to England, if he travels to the Tang Dynasty, if I don't find ten or eight girls, I will be sorry for my rebirth!

Why can't I travel to ancient times?

Iger sighed regretfully, and Lupine's expression on the side became even weirder. Is your expression too small or something?

The two of them spent the whole day shopping and eating in a state of driving a train. Of course, this also relaxed Lupine's mind from the bottom of his heart.

When night fell, Iger dragged Lupine to a wizard bar in a magical street in Paris, and Iger saw two unexpected people.

In the noisy bar, two tall figures were sitting on a booth. Hagrid's fluffy hair was tied behind him like glue, and he was wearing the dragon fur coat Iger gave him. Opposite him was an affectionate Looking at his Madame Maxime...

"Why did he come to France?" Iger looked at Hagrid blankly.

Just as Lupine wanted to go up to say hello to Hagrid, he was dragged by Iger to the bar.

"Hagrid is in his sixties this year, and he finally found a compatible female partner. We shouldn't disturb him..." Iger grinned.

"Do you know that guy?" A contemptuous voice came from the side, and the two of Iger turned their heads to look. A blond girl in a white skirt was drinking a glass of low-alcohol cocktail. The girl looked very beautiful, and her ice blue eyes flickered Suddenly, a head of silver hair scattered behind her head like a waterfall, but unfortunately the arrogance on her face ruined this beauty, "He is not worthy of Madame Maxime."

Frowning slightly, Iger always felt that the other party seemed to cast a spell on him just now. Looking at Lupin, a flash of surprise flashed in Lupin's eyes, and then he returned to calm.

"Did you cast a spell on us just now?" Iger frowned and looked at the girl in front of him, raising his hand to cast a spell on her.

"It should be a mixed Veela..." Lupine pressed Iger's shoulder to signal to be calm.

"Don't be so unfriendly, I saw you, just a few days ago in the Hogwarts Quidditch stands." The girl in front of me smiled, "My name is Fleur, Fleur Delacocour, I followed Madame Maxime went to Hogwarts together."

Is that so? Iger looked puzzled.

"So?" Iger curled his lips, looked at the bartender behind the bar and threw a golden bean casually, "A bottle of flame whiskey, a glass of lemon juice, two salt-baked snails..."

The bartender took the golden beans, nodded and bowed, turned and left.

"Hagrid is a very good and considerate man, and judging from his size, apart from Hagrid, the only male creature that can match your wife is a troll. I don't accept rebuttals, thank you..." Looking at Furong beside him Rolling his eyes, Iger ignored her.

Furong looks better, but without the charm magic, she is just good-looking, and she also has an arrogance, which Iger doesn't like very much. This kind of arrogance is different from Hermione's arrogance of knowledge, but she simply thinks she is superior to others.

As for the poor charm magic with weak fluctuations, Iger feels that it hasn't sucked catnip yet...

I don't know where the sense of superiority comes from when I'm weak...

Lupine next to him had a strange expression on his face, and then he shook his head and smiled wryly.

Originally, I thought that although Iger was Snape's disciple, he was not as annoying as Snape. Now, it seems that it was only because Iger didn't hate himself. Judging from what Iger said just now, the other party's poisonous tongue is no worse than Snape. Nep poor...

Fleur's face suddenly turned a little red. In her eyes, Mrs. Maxim was a very noble existence, and perhaps because she was also a mixed race of magical animals, the other party had always been very kind to her. Iger's words made her feel very offended .

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Fu Rong looked at Iger angrily. If she hadn't seen this guy beating the basilisk casually, Fu Rong would really have cast a few curses on him.

"Huh? Did I just say something?" Iger looked surprised.

Fu Rong suddenly felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest...

Soon, the bartender took a bottle of flame whiskey and put it on the small bar in front of Iger. Iger snapped his fingers, and the big wine bottle flew up to pour wine for the two of them.

"In your eyes, the standard of love between two people is whether they are worthy or not?" Iger casually grabbed the bottle and pressed it on the table, then turned to look at the bartender, "Another bucket of ice, I have no eyesight..."

The bartender mumbled and turned around and walked into the back kitchen, but the door slammed loudly...

"Isn't it?" Furong snorted.

"Hagrid is my gamekeeper, a magical creature who owns the entire Forbidden Forest. Just walking in the forest will cost you tens or hundreds of Galleons. How can he not be worthy of Mrs. Maxim?" Iger spread his hands, Picked up the glass and took a sip.

He belched for a long time, and a trace of flames slipped out from the corner of his mouth and dissipated into the air. Iger felt that the alcohol was a bit strong, so he casually mixed half a glass of lemon juice into the wine glass.

"Identity, self-cultivation..." Fu Rong sneered, "These are not things that can be solved with money."

"Hagrid's self-cultivation is that he will treat unarmed Muggles with courtesy, can you do that?" Iger laughed sarcastically, "In terms of identity, he is the only gamekeeper I agree with at Hogwarts. And he is the new professor of our Hogwarts Protection of Fantastic Beasts class next year, the most important thing is that he is my friend, which is more noble than any other status..."

Lupine's expression was a bit weird. He only heard Voldemort say this kind of argument, but for some reason, Voldemort's words would only make people feel disgusted, but Iger's words made people feel very at ease.

"It's as if Hogwarts is yours..." Fleur frowned, the boy in front of her felt very bad, arrogant and aggressive, the main reason was that she couldn't talk to him.

"Unfortunately, Hogwarts is indeed mine, as evidenced by the title deed, including the Black Lake in the Forbidden Forest and the back mountain, all within a radius of twenty miles are my territory, I, Iger Morrisseys..." Iger The corners of the mouth turned up, and a pair of scissors gently stretched out like a crab's claws to clamp "the site..."

Fu Rong's expression was a bit clouded, the rich man of the other party was beyond her imagination, but she still didn't want to admit that what the other party said made sense, "So he is noble? Just because he is your friend?"

"No, he was born noble, and I... only make friends with noble people..." Iger raised his cup and looked at the girl in front of him, "So... are we friends?"

In the early nineteenth century, the verbal confrontation with Iger, a soul from the 21st century who has been influenced by the Internet, was not at all frustrating. So far, how many people have not fallen on Iger's wand, but almost died on this mouth.

Like a troll who likes to brew potions...

Fu Rong took a sip from the cup in a daze, completely dumbfounded.

She believes in and yearns for love very much, and her veela blood also gives her an instinct to be loyal to love, but for a girl like her who is proud and arrogant, she has high demands on her partner, which has nothing to do with them fidelity to love.

In other words, as long as you love each other, you will never change until death, but the prerequisite is that you can see each other...

Veela is a very magical creature. They yearn for love, and they are loyal to each other. They are very cautious about love, but once they fall in love, they will be desperate.

Someone once counted that all Veela known to fall in love with human beings, without exception, are all consistent. Therefore, many wizards in France hope to marry a Veela as a wife.

But unfortunately, Veela has very high standards for choosing a mate, and most wizards are rejected by Veela.

Iger doesn't hate the other party, but just hates the arrogance of the other party.

Different from Hermione's arrogance for her own intelligence, Fleur's arrogance is more like the feeling of being superior, which makes Iger very uncomfortable.

He doesn't like the feeling of looking up.

Although Iger appreciates the character of the other party's inseparable love, it doesn't mean that Iger will spoil her.

On the contrary, Iger's favorite thing is to smash other people's pride to pieces, and then reassemble it indiscriminately before returning it to others.

Like Draco...

From a pure blood to a guy like Mr. Weasley...

Or Snape...

From a cold, strict and emotionless double agent to a full-time dad...

A person's personality can gradually change with the influence of the surrounding environment. Iger sometimes feels that the change he caused is good. At least they don't have to worry about the risk of death, right?

And Snape has a daughter, Draco has friends, and even Petunia has an owl...

Therefore, Iger can pat his chest unceremoniously and look at this group of people and shout, "Your pride, let me smash it!"

Going to the fucking magical world, what I want is the hot-blooded anime style, okay?

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