Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Nicole, that kid will definitely need your help in the future. I noticed that his wand has started to burn, which proves that the magic power in him is far more than the twisted silence we see."

Dumbledore's voice continued to emerge from the light cluster, mingling with Snape's extremely impatient voice from time to time.

Iger's eyes were slightly red, and he kept sobbing in a low voice.

"That kid is not obsessed with his parentage, which is really good news, thank God, you know Nico..."

Dumbledore's cheerful voice continued, but Iger was in no mood to listen anymore, and disappeared into the safe house in a flash.

"Ah..." Nicole May stretched out his arms looking at the place where Iger disappeared, and then swallowed dryly.

"I still want to check my body..." The old man felt a little wronged.

Although I know that the relationship is not that good, but you can't treat me as air, right?

Too much! I will never help him get things again! The old man turned around and went back to the house with a bit of a grudge...

...

Iger feels that people who truly love themselves will not laugh at their changes. It turns out that he still thinks too much...

"Pfft...hahahahahahaha!"

Ever since Iger returned home, Mrs. Granger's devilish laughter has never stopped. Wherever Iger goes now, Mrs. Granger's heroic laughter echoes in his head.

Listening to Mrs. Granger's crackling laughter in the living room downstairs, Iger felt that she really laughed like a pig...

From Iger to home, Mrs. Granger kept laughing when she saw the two horns on Iger's head. Chris touched Iger's horns from time to time, and then smiled like an idiot.

"Baby, you are so cute! So cute! Hahahaha..." At the dinner table at night, Mrs. Granger kept pinching Iger's little face and laughed: "Why did you become like this? It's like committing a crime." Same, so cute!"

As she said that, Mrs. Granger kneaded Iger's face again, wanting to be rare.

Hermione looked at Iger with a red face,

I smirked from time to time, and then fell into a strange and depressed silence again. Iger looked a little uncomfortable. I don't know if the little girl has any opinions on herself...

Mrs. Granger had been laughing for more than three hours before finally stopping her magical laughter, and then the laughter broke out again after Iger's tail came out, and the whole person laughed so hard that he almost fainted on the sofa. confused.

Chris and Hermione on the side looked at the writhing tail behind Iger strangely, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Kaka doesn't have any opinion on Iger's appearance. In his opinion, Iger is his young master, and his young master is the most handsome no matter what he looks like.

"So, that is to say, Iger, you are not a human being, but a devil or a demon...Is that so?" Chris looked curiously at the horns on Iger's head.

"Hmm..." Iger hummed muffledly.

"God, our child is a little devil, it's unbelievable hahaha..." Mrs. Granger was still laughing, as if she couldn't stop, she grabbed Iger and kneaded it from time to time. He looked very excited.

"Thank God, my daughter is a witch and my son is a devil. This kind of wonderful life is really exciting..." Mrs. Granger folded her hands devoutly and began to pray, seeing that Iger was stuck in the old slot Throat choked enough.

Are you sure this kind of life is given to you by God? you heretic...

In the past, they would be tied to the stake and burned, right?

Your daughter is a witch and your son is a demon, so are you praying to God or provoking?

At night, Iger sat at the desk in the room and fell into deep thought. Thankfully, the Grangers didn't alienate themselves because of their identities, but for some reason, Hermione seemed to have something on her mind.

The door opened, and Hermione walked in with her head drooping, looking at Iger timidly.

"Iger, I have something to ask you..." Hermione's voice sounded a little low.

Iger's heart tightened suddenly, isn't the little girl here to draw a line?

If yes, what should I do?

There was an inexplicable burst of acid in my heart, and for the first time Iger felt powerless about things like feelings.

"If you have something to say, just say it..." Iger's voice sounded a little low, revealing a kind of deadly calm, he felt as if his heart was clenched by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe, as if he was waiting Hermione passed the sentence on herself.

It was the first time Iger felt so uncomfortable since his rebirth.

Hermione was short of breath, her immature little feet were rubbing against the floor in slippers...

"That... demons and humans, can they have babies?" Hermione looked at Iger with a blood-red face, her eyes looked a little uneasy.

"...should...no problem..." Iger suddenly became ecstatic in his heart, but he still looked at Hermione with a calm face: "Both Veela and giants can have offspring with humans, there is no reason why demons can't..."

"Oh..." Hermione's face turned even redder: "I want to say, if we really don't have any children in the future, we can also adopt them..."

So is this why you have been silent just now? Iger looked at the little girl in front of him speechlessly, the little girl thought really early enough.

Laughing maliciously, Iger reached out and grabbed Hermione's arm, and the two of them appeared on the top of the Eiffel Tower with a 'snap'...

Originally, after the last incident, the French Ministry of Magic would leave a person on duty on the iron tower every day. With the appearance of Iger, the Auror on duty didn't respond at all, and just rolled his eyes and passed out...

"I deeply feel that we can practice it before drawing a conclusion..."

Pushing Hermione against the iron railing aside, Iger breathed heavily and looked at Hermione, who was blushing.

Tonight, the passionate people of Paris once again saw the free fireworks released by their own government over the Eiffel Tower.

The colorful fireworks rose layer upon layer above the night sky, and the whole Paris once again fell into the ocean of carnival. Countless couples took to the streets hand in hand, and the streets were full of kissing couples.

The minister of the French Ministry of Magic felt that he was going crazy, and contacted Madame Maxime again the moment the fireworks exploded.

In a wizard bar in Paris, two tall figures looked at each other affectionately. The fireworks in the night sky outside the window added a layer of ambiguity to the atmosphere between the two. A buzzing sound sounded, and Maxim looked at his The alchemy booklet, glanced at the names that gradually appeared on the booklet, and then threw it into the distance.

"Is it okay? It seems to be your minister..." Hagrid asked in a low voice, his small black beetle-like eyes were shining with affection.

"Fuck it..." Madam Maxiff looked at Hagrid obsessively, "These fireworks are so beautiful."

"Oh... you are more beautiful."

The sour smell of love continued to permeate the small room, and the Minister felt that he was going crazy.

In just three minutes, he had kicked over five chairs...

Gritting his teeth and looking at the top of the iron tower in the distance, the Minister felt a little cerebral congestion.

Crazy, are you? What's wrong with you?

What do you think this is? Is it the back garden of your house?

By the way, your house is so big, why do you always run to our Eiffel Tower when you have nothing to do?

Sure enough, he is sick!

Opening the alchemy pamphlet, the minister had a furious expression on his face, "Wow, is Fudge there?"

Sorry, the number you dialed is currently active...

crooked? Professor Dumbledore?

beep beep...

Damn, is this a hooligan?

You guys are going to play hooligans together, right?

The minister felt extremely aggrieved. If it wasn't for the extraordinary significance of the iron tower, he might have fired a rocket launcher over it...

...

Iger's life after returning to the UK has not changed much compared to before. Just as Iger thought, Aisha expressed delight in Iger's appearance, and even took the opportunity to laugh at Iger.

Harry and Sirius also paid a visit after writing the letter with Iger. Harry said: Ouyo, boy, you look so handsome.

Sirius also kept comparing his head, as if he was calculating how he would grow horns.

Everything around him didn't seem to be going in the direction Iger envisioned, and even Rita Skeeter was wisely silent about Iger's new look.

She can criticize Dumbledore, but she dare not make irresponsible remarks to Iger even if she has ten guts, and she even has to find a way to whitewash Iger's persona. With Iger's current look, Rita feels that she Some are busy...

To Iger's surprise, when the news spread that he was not a human being, the response from the British wizarding community did not seem to be very high.

At the beginning, people were still a little curious. Someone would always ask: What is the origin of that poisonous egg? Giant? Or goblin? It can't be a goblin, can it?

Then someone will tell him that it's a devil...

Then people will mutter: Oh, it's very appropriate...

The British wizarding world is not very big. Based on the population, a town is full of people. From word of mouth, it seems that there is not much opinion about it.

Iger found that the criterion for people to discriminate against mixed-race humans is whether the other half of the blood is inferior. For example, some people think that the blood of goblins or house elves is inferior.

But if it is a devil or a demon, everyone seems to have no impression.

Even in the wizarding world, most of the impressions of demons are the mythical image with horns and wings on its back, and I really don't understand more aspects.

In short, people generally ask one question: Is it very strong?

Then someone will tell him: strong! Very strong!

Then people will start discussing the superiority of the demon blood, and some families even claim that their family has the inheritance of the devil blood, as if this can prove the purity of their blood.

Of course, not everyone is so friendly to Iger. At any time, some people will jump out and criticize others. Even if the target is Iger, who is notoriously difficult to mess with, there are always some people who want to show themselves People jump out and grab someone's attention.

Like some fat pink toad, Dolores Umbridge...

Ever since the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet told himself that Umbridge wanted to apply for the "Non-Human Creature Supervision and Management Act", Egger immediately understood who instructed this matter. After all, for a Umbridge, Even if she had ten guts, she wouldn't dare to tease Iger.

Iger guessed right. In fact, Umbridge was also very tormented. In the past few days, all she dreamed was that Iger knocked off her head, and hung it with Fudge's head at the entrance of the magic department...

The general situation is that Fudge is very troublesome, and he wants to restrict Iger, but as far as Iger is concerned, the minister's subordinates have basically been emptied by Iger's piles of gold, and no one is willing to offend Iger for Fudge.

A strong man who rises like the sun is gold when he makes a move; a minister who is about to retire in two years, always oppresses his subordinates when he has nothing to do...

Everyone knows how to choose...

And Umbridge, who was looking at the minister in a state of distress, just chose the wrong time to take a wrong flattery. Fudge looked at it, oops, there is a ready-made fool, what else to choose? Don't choose, it's you!

Then Umbridge had no choice but to draw up a so-called "Non-Human Biological Supervision and Management Law" with tears in his eyes, hoping to restrict Iger with this.

But in fact, Umbridge only feels that Iger is not easy to mess with. The naive old toad has always thought that the Ministry of Magic is the most powerful person. Little did he know that the only other person in the entire Ministry of Magic who had confiscated Iger's gold was Scrimgeour, Scrimgeour is too clean, and Umbridge is purely because Iger doesn't want to talk to her...

"I feel like you've been targeted..."

It was breakfast time again, and Chris' eyes skipped the Daily Prophet and looked at Hesse's adopted son who was eating at the table.

"What does it matter?" Iger muttered vaguely: "What can they do? How dare they do it?"

"As expected of my son, domineering!" Chris laughed.

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door, and Kaka hurriedly opened the door, bowing deeply to the visitor.

"Kaka, who's here?" Chris turned his head, and there were five or six Aurors from the Ministry of Magic standing at the door. Basically, Iger didn't know him very well, but Iger was sure that these people had taken his gold …

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morrissey, the ministry has just passed a supervision law that is not very friendly to you. We are here to conduct limited supervision on you..." The Auror with his head leaned over and whispered in Eiger While muttering: "I heard that the minister sent a lot of gold to pass this bill, so I don't think it's that other people are targeting you..."

"What do you want me to do?" Turning his head and glanced at them calmly, the hearts of the Aurors who looked at them with scarlet eyes jumped suddenly.

"It's not detailed, so we're just going through the motions..." The Auror laughed.

"Oh... let's have a meal together." Iger added a few chairs with a wave of his hand.

After a meal, several Aurors politely greeted the Granger family and left.

"What are they here for?" Hermione looked at Iger suspiciously.

"Come and prove to me..." Iger's mouth curled up slightly, and he felt that the smile he smiled was the legendary evil charm...

"Come and prove to me that they are standing firmly by my side..."