Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Half a month has passed since the holiday at this time, and the time to capture Voldemort is shorter than Iger imagined. Of course, the main reason is that Lupine is too anxious on the road, otherwise Iger can play for half a month in Italy...

After Dolores wandered around the house for two days, the Grangers had no choice but to adapt to her existence passively, even though it didn't make much sense to Iger and Hermione.

Since the two became wizards, their values ​​have been different...

Especially Hermione, after getting acquainted with Buckbeak, the boa constrictor and everything just sprinkled water, so it's not surprising that Iger didn't bring a basilisk home.

But what surprised Iger was not the adaptation of the Grangers to Dolores, but the relationship between Lark and Dolores.

The relationship between the two of them turned out to be very good?

This made Iger a little confused.

Iger would often see Lak stepping on top of Dolores' head, and the boa constrictor led him to swim around...

An eagle and a snake get along well?

Iger couldn't help feeling a little bit, Dolores is really the most gentle boa constrictor he has ever seen...

Or is it stupid?

Ever since Iger came back, Hermione seemed to have lived in Iger's house, reading a book quietly every day, which seemed to be a bit of a quiet time.

As for the homework for the holidays, I finished it long ago.

At night, the golden light warmed the whole room. Hermione curled her legs and leaned against the wall inside Iger's bed, holding a book and looking at it absent-mindedly, and glanced in Iger's direction from time to time.

Iger was grabbing the dementor's head, hoping to understand the structure of this strange species.

The dementor was terrified, the house was full of joy and happiness, but he dared not inhale...

"You said you were going to take me to Paris..."

For a long time, Hermione's voice rang faintly in his ears.

Only then did Iger come back to his senses, he stuffed the dementor into the box beside him, turned around and looked at Hermione with a smile: "I'm still wondering when you can't help but ask me..."

Hermione immediately blushed and hit Iger: "You are a boy, so you can't take the initiative!"

"Didn't you always emphasize equality between men and women?" Ai Dazhinan said unconsciously,

It's quite a joke.

"If I don't go, I won't go..." Hermione turned around angrily, and then saw a slender hand resting on her shoulder, the scene in front of her was suddenly distorted, and the two appeared in Paris, France in an instant .

The moment it landed, a large black robe was quickly draped over Hermione's body, followed by the strong wind in the midair of Paris at night.

"Where is this?" Hermione felt that her voice was blown away by the wind.

"The top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris..." Iger grinned, holding Hermione's hand tightly: "Grab my hand, or you will die if you fall..."

The little girl nodded hurriedly, held Iger's hand tightly, turned her head and looked timidly at the city below.

It's a pity that the guardrails on the side didn't give her the slightest sense of security. With just one glance, Hermione's hands were densely covered with sweat...

"Are you scared?" Iger turned his head and looked at Hermione with a smile.

"En..." Hermione nodded gently. The height made her a little weak. This was not playing Quidditch, and she didn't have a wand on her. The little girl panicked a lot...

"Look into my eyes..." Iger turned Hermione's face and looked at each other: "Can you dance?"

"Daddy taught me..." Hermione panicked even more, but this time it wasn't because she was afraid of heights, but because Iger was too close to her.

"Shall we dance?" Iger grinned: "You teach me."

"En..." Hermione responded a little slowly, and then held Iger's hand awkwardly, leading him to dance gently.

Iger was humming a song in his throat, and moved lightly following Hermione's footsteps. The high-altitude wind at night seemed to be unable to cover up Iger's singing, and the two small figures danced lightly on the top of the iron tower.

Hermione danced very seriously, and Iger also studied very seriously. On the top of the Eiffel Tower under the night, the hearts of boys and girls are getting closer.

"It feels a bit dark..." Hermione turned her head to look.

"Let there be light..." Iger grinned, and the staff floating not far behind flew to the top of the tower with a whoosh and shot a fiery red firework into the sky. It exploded and turned into a grand rose firework.

Paris tonight is not destined to be peaceful, especially when the top of the Eiffel Tower is covered by layers of fireworks...

Countless romantic French people ran to the streets, shouting excitedly pointing in the direction of the iron tower.

The Muggle Prime Minister standing in front of the window looked puzzled. Is there a fireworks show at the Tower tonight?

The Minister of Magic of France also looked confused. Which wizard is so crazy? Run to the top of the iron tower to set off fireworks? Why is Nima playing so big?

But that has nothing to do with Iger, the wind at night brought Iger's soft blond hair, Iger pressed Hermione against the side railing: "Pretty?"

"Well..." Hermione's voice trembled.

"Not as beautiful as you..." Iger's voice whispered in Hermione's ear, and Hermione felt her face burning.

Iger was too close, and Hermione could even feel a certain restlessness on Iger's body...

"We're the only ones here tonight, and no one in the entire iron tower can apparate in..." Iger's voice gently touched Hermione's heartbeat with a hint of temptation, and Hermione's breathing became more rapid...

It took a long time for Hermione to calm down, looking at Iger with watery eyes, her slender legs gently wrapped around Iger's waist: "Say you love me!"

"I love you."

...

Early the next morning, a strong storm suddenly blew up in the French wizarding world, and the entire Ministry of Magic was in a state of chaos.

For most of the night, the top of the Eiffel Tower was surrounded by fireworks, all Muggle electronic devices in half the city were out of order, and a group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic were unable to apparate when they got under the tower, and they couldn't even enter the tower. not!

The Minister was going crazy, because of such a firework, the Ministry of Magic had to work overtime to modify the memory of hundreds of Muggles, forcing them to declare to the public that this was just a fireworks show of the Muggle government.

And from beginning to end, the entire Ministry of Magic didn't even know who did it...

Not only in France, the Daily Prophet also published this news early this morning. Hermione blushed the moment she saw the newspaper, and Iger continued to eat breakfast calmly.

"Is this made by a wizard?" Chris looked at the newspaper in his hand with surprise: "It's really a big deal..."

"Yeah, the whole iron tower is surrounded by fireworks, it's so romantic..." Mrs. Granger said with a smile while eating French fries.

"The newspaper said that Iger might have done it. It's ridiculous!" Chris looked at the newspaper and laughed: "'The French Ministry of Magic tried various methods but failed to enter the tower. The minister can only talk to a group of The Auror stood under the iron tower and stared blankly, but there are not many people with this level of magic in Europe at present. If it wasn't for Albus Dumbledore's old age, then Egg Morrissey was fighting with him. My little girlfriend is dating...'How is this possible? Don't wizards need to report to the Ministry of Magic when they enter or leave?"

The adopted son and daughter are both wizards. The Grangers are very familiar with some things in the wizarding world, and Aisha often chats with Mrs. Granger, so they take it for granted that this report is pure nonsense.

Hermione glanced at the newspaper with a rosy face, and ate her breakfast in silence.

Yes, entry and exit needs to be reported...

Because normal people can't Apparate to France at all, and the only way to enter and exit France is through the Ministry of Magic...

Hermione has her own thoughts, so naturally she won't talk casually, because she tasted the aging agent for the first time last night, as well as heather...

Iger also has his own thoughts, and of course he can't talk casually, because he sent Hermione back last night, and took Aisha to the Iron Tower again...

After the meal, Iger greeted the Grangers and disappeared, and appeared at the door of an old house at the end of Spider Lane.

Pushing open the door familiarly, bypassing several old bookshelves in the living room, he got into a hidden small room on the side.

"I thought you should be in France at this time..." Snape's flat voice came, and Iger turned his head to look, and Snape in a black robe was sitting behind the table boiling a cauldron: "Or... setting off fireworks ?”

"I'll... get some aging agent..." Iger smiled awkwardly.

Snape suddenly sneered as if thinking of something: "You have a lot of ideas..."

What do you say? old virgin...

Iger spread his hands and searched through boxes and boxes, then turned to look at Snape: "By the way, do you know who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is?"

"...Who?" Snape looked up at Iger, he always felt some bad premonition.

"Sirius Black..." Iger reached out and took out a big bottle and stuffed it into his arms: "He is Harry's godfather, I think you should have a common language, such as raising children or something..."

Snape's face darkened instantly, completely black...

If there is anyone Snape hates the most, then there is no one other than James.

But if it is said who is the person he hates the most, then it must be Sirius.

Because this guy almost cost him his life.

After leaving Snape's house, Iger felt refreshed.

Labor and capital are not so easy to ridicule...

Iger didn't know what Snape's reaction would be when he knew about it, but judging from his reaction, he should have just learned about it...

Not interested in whether Snape would find Dumbledore to fight, Iger took Hermione and Elsa around Europe for a few days.

Have a meal on the banks of the Seine today, and take a cruise on the high seas in Italy tomorrow.

Since Iger and Fudge broke their faces, even the work with Aisha has become much easier. Now it is just an Auror name, and there is no need to go to the office or anything.

But Aisha doesn't care. Originally, she went to work to find something for herself. If it wasn't for Iger's life-and-death disagreement, Aisha would even apply for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts...

Fudge didn't dare to really exclude Aisha in the Ministry. After all, in the eyes of other Ministry of Magic employees, Aisha was their benefactor, and Aisha left. Where did they go to get extra money?

What Iger gave was all pure gold! What can you Fudge give us?

No way, it's just so realistic...

But what Fudge thinks is that I dare not exclude you, why can't I give you a holiday?

Paid time off? A fool wouldn't do it...

For a few days, Iger took the two girls out for fun as much as possible, and lived a very comfortable life.

But he was at ease, Dumbledore was not at ease...

Madame Maxime's roaring letter was placed on Dumbledore's table because of an unknown fireworks display on the Eiffel Tower two days ago...

Even the newspapers dare not casually insist that someone did this kind of thing, they can only make a simple guess, but Mrs. Maxim does not need it, she can make the entire Ministry of Magic stand outside the iron tower and stare blankly. There are many people with this kind of strength, but there is only one who can do this kind of thing...

Even the International Federation of Wizards sent a letter of complaint to Dumbledore, asking him to take care of a certain husky in the UK.

For this kind of thing, Dumbledore feels aggrieved, and I can't stand him...

One stride is a country, so who can stand it? I can't do it either, okay?

As for the French Ministry of Magic directly hacking Aigla, but there is no way, they say nothing, Iger will still appear on the streets of Paris swaggeringly when it is time to appear, and the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic dare not go forward at all …

In the shadow of a famous tree, France and the United Kingdom are closely separated by a sea. In China, it is the width of the Yangtze River estuary. The wizards of the two countries rely on owls to communicate, so some information is transmitted very thoroughly.

Things like how strong a bastard is...

"This matter, the British Ministry of Magic must give us an explanation!"

Like Dumbledore, Fudge also has his troubles, such as the video call with the French Minister of Magic next door...

The magic world has its own information transmission channels, not just relying on owls to send messages. For example, Fudge has an alchemy booklet. This kind of communication manual contains photos, portraits, or mirrors of others. Communicate with others above.

This thing is very expensive, in the past Fudge would always use it to show off, but today for the first time I had the urge to throw it away...

Closing the booklet with a livid face, Fudge roared in his heart.

I also want to give you an explanation, but who the hell will give me an explanation?

I, the Minister of Magic, was threatened by a twelve-year-old kid pointing at his nose. I don't want to lose face?

What can I explain to you? Take your life?

Fudge felt that his life was always aggrieved.

The last time he was so aggrieved was when Dumbledore helped him to the position of minister.

The last time was when he wanted to run for Minister of Magic but the Death Eaters were rampant in the country.

There is nothing to worry about!

But even if he feels aggrieved in his heart, Fudge will not show it on his face. Although Tai Chi is Chinese, politicians in every country will fight...

After thinking for a long time, Fudge opened the booklet and turned to the page of an old man with a white beard.

"Albus, you must give me an explanation!"

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