Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I was able to cut my arm, but I couldn't cut it off, and I lost a lot of weight..." Iger wrote down in a notebook: "And the healing speed is very fast, no other things are needed. Auxiliary..."

"The physical change is the addition of horns, wings and tail... I can feel a special power in the horns..." Iger muttered: "The wings can fly, but I still don't know how to fly... The tail can cast spells, and the texture is very Strong, the only thing that can cause damage is Mithril metal."

"These... are probably some of the things I have felt in the past two days." Iger sighed slightly.

"What about the mental state? Has there been any change?" Hermione looked at Iger with a little worry and asked, "You know, physical changes are far less dangerous than psychological changes."

"Psychological changes..." Iger squinted his eyes thoughtfully: "Other people's fear, despair... These emotions make me feel very comfortable, and there is an indescribable sense of comfort, like me threatening Umbridge The sense of fear she had when I was in the middle of the night...isn't it a bit perverted?"

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched, and he looked at the three people beside him in embarrassment.

"Could it also be a change in the body?" Sirius suddenly clenched his fist and hammered his palm and looked at Iger suddenly: "Did you say before that the dementor is the creation of the devil?"

"Of course...but it's just said..." Iger nodded.

"Think about it, dementors absorb happiness to brew despair, fear..." Sirius pointed to the dementor nested in the corner and looked at Iger: "Is it just to serve the devil?"

"In this way, it makes sense..." Iger nodded suddenly: "What is the effect?"

"Why don't we go to Azkaban to experience it?" Hermione made a suggestion, then she was stunned, and turned to look at Sirius apologetically: "Sorry...Sirius, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, you're right." Sirius waved his hand and looked at Iger seriously: "The best way is to go to Azkaban to experience it, if this state has a bad effect on your mental state What about the impact? And I suggest that you better inform Dumbledore and let him check it for you."

This is the advantage of Sirius. Although there is no bottom line when he goes crazy, he can always have a more stable idea on some major issues.

For example, because Dumbledore trusted Snape, knowing that Snape was a Death Eater, Sirius would trust him unconditionally.

Snape is much worse than that.

Knowing that Sirius was not a Death Eater, Snape still wanted to find a chance to kill him.

Of course, this is also related to the sins that Sirius did in the past, no wonder others...

"Let's go and have a look first..." Iger nodded, turned around and climbed out of the suitcase.

As soon as they got out of the suitcase, they left the house and Apparated directly to the Ministry of Magic.

Azkaban can visit the prison...

Iger didn't bother anyone, and Sirius took a few people to Azkaban directly in the name of visiting his dear cousin.

The Portkey administrator didn't want to agree at first, but seeing Iger behind Sirius, the administrator finally prepared the Portkeys for several people attentively...

Azkaban, also known as Azkaban Castle...

Although it is nonsense, this place is indeed a castle on the sea. It is located in a place where the sun is not seen all year round in the North Sea area of ​​England. There are hundreds of dementors floating densely in the entire sea area. It is surprising that today's Dementors are very nice...

After Iger arrived...

At the first sight of this castle, Iger's mind automatically dropped hundreds of dementors and the dark clouds around him, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

"It's useless to use this place as a prison!" Iger said...

"Actually, I also thought at the beginning...it might become a big castle of the size of the next Hogwarts after renovation, but it's a pity..." Sirius nodded seriously.

Iger gave Sirius a weird look, is this guy serious?

Can normal people think of these things when they are in prison?

Why, your nerves are too rough...

Compared to that, Harry's feeling was terrible. At this moment, Harry summoned a silver stag to follow him, which made him feel much better.

Like him, a silver Norwegian Forest cat beside Hermione was licking its paw obediently.

Iger tried to touch the silver cat next to him, and the warm touch came, and the patron saint did not bring any negative effects to Iger.

"This proves that although dementors are created by demons, I will not be affected by patron saints like dementors..." Iger was slightly relieved.

It would be terrible if I was so strong, but was attacked by the patron saint...

A group of people walked all the way to the inside of Azkaban, greeted the two Aurors guarding the gate, and they walked in the prison unimpeded.

All kinds of negative emotions permeated the surroundings along the way, and Iger clearly felt that his body was becoming more and more excited because of these emotions of panic and despair.

The wet and cold walls covered with moss were constantly dripping with water, and several Aurors patrolled each floor in an orderly manner during their visits. Hermione and the others only felt that the surrounding environment became more and more depressing and terrifying.

In the prison on both sides of the corridor, a prisoner who looks neither like a ghost nor a ghost looks straight at several people. Some are excited and some are fearful. .

The four of them wandered around the prison for more than ten minutes. Hermione rubbed her arms uncomfortably, exhaled and looked at Iger: "How do you feel?"

"It seems... the magic power has increased, but it is very slight..." Iger nodded: "The strength seems to have increased..."

"Then let's leave quickly..." Hermione's face turned slightly pale, and she kept stomping her feet, looking terribly cold.

"Let's go, damn it... This place is really not for people to stay in..." Sirius couldn't help but feel a little anxious, this place always brought him bad memories.

Iger nodded, and a few people turned around and were about to leave.

In a cell not far away, there was a strange laughter, and Iger turned his head to look, and his eyes fell on a woman with pale complexion and high cheekbones.

"Who is she?" Iger looked at Sirius in surprise.

"My lunatic cousin..." Sirius glanced at the other party with some disgust in his eyes: "The number one fanatic of the mysterious man, Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Oh..." Iger nodded.

It's the bitch who killed Sirius in the original book...

Oops, there is an inexplicable killing intent.

As far as the relationship is concerned, the relationship between Iger and Sirius is very good, which can be said to be very good. If Sirius can still be killed by Bella when he appears, then Iger will have no face to say that he is a time traveler.

Judging by the way Ribera kills Sirius in the original book...

Oh no...I want to kill more...

"Let's go." Iger nodded, and silently sentenced the lunatic to death in his heart.

"Harry...Potter! Hahahahahaha..."

Weird laughter kept lingering in her ears, Bellatrix bared her teeth and looked at Harry beside Sirius with a sloppy smile: "Little bastard..."

"Voldemort is also a half-breed, that is your little master." Iger looked at Bella and grinned: "How is it? How do you feel knowing that your master is a bastard?"

"Ah!!" There was a stern roar, and Bella grabbed the railing in front of her with a ferocious face, and stared at Iger through the railing with resentment: "How dare you, little bastard..."

"Ah... By the way, Voldemort has been captured, do you know who captured it?" Iger grinned, and moved to a place just out of Bella's reach: "I captured it~ He was He crawled in front of me and begged me, hoping that I would give him a way out, and made all kinds of promises, but I didn't agree~"

Iger felt that if he could see himself at this time, the expression on his face must be so cheap.

Bella gritted her teeth and grinned at Iger, then looked at Sirius not far away.

Sirius immediately laughed out loud: "What he said is true...your master has really been arrested."

Sirius laughed wildly, even crazier than Bella just now, the laughter was full of irony and joy.

"By the way, there is one more thing..." Iger's mouth twitched: "I don't like people insulting my friends...so..."

"Cruciate."

"Ahhh!"

The screams rang out in the prison, and Bella rolled on the ground with bulging veins on her neck. A few Aurors rushed over after hearing the sound, and then took a look at Iger, then shrank her neck and left again...

"Enough Iger!" Hermione pressed Iger's arm: "Enough, calm down, don't do this, don't turn your heart into a devil..."

As she said that, Hermione reached out her hand and kept running along Iger's back, trying to comfort Iger's emotions: "You are dangerous like this, you can't go on like this..."

"Hey...hahahaha..." Bella reluctantly grabbed the iron railing on the side, and spat weakly at Hermione: "Get away, little bitch..."

'boom'…

A fiery fire raged and roared past, and the figure in the cell instantly turned into a pile of coke.

"Ah... sorry..." Iger looked at Hermione awkwardly: "I can't help it..."

Hermione sighed helplessly and said nothing more.

This guy is definitely courting death...

Harry stared at the carbon residue left by Bella in a daze. Malfoy was so arrogant before that he didn't dare to say that. Insulting Hermione is definitely the number one taboo that Hogwarts can't touch.

Those who are familiar with Iger are well aware of one of Iger's characteristics, which is short-term protection.

You said that it’s fine if you flirt with me as a friend, but why do you flirt with other people’s girlfriends?

The moment Bella's life disappeared, a strange fluctuation continued to linger beside Iger, and he subconsciously sucked his nose. Iger suddenly felt that the magic power in his body had increased slightly, and at the same time, his body strength suddenly increased Big cut.

Sighing a little suddenly, Iger probably understood why such things as dementors appeared.

Iger felt that if he guessed correctly, at that moment, Bella's soul was swallowed by him...

"Let's go..." Iger calmly led the three of them and disappeared in place. After a long time, the two Aurors approached with some fear.

"What to do?" An Auror looked at his companion.

"Let's just treat it as a natural death...Anyway, this ghost place has to die every two days, it doesn't make any difference."

With one sentence from each of the two, the matter was directly concluded...

...

After seeing off Sirius and Harry, Iger saw his sister nestled on the sofa sullenly, staring at him eagerly.

What are you looking at?

Iger still resisted the urge to ask...

"What's the matter?" Leaning gently beside Hermione, Iger put his arm on Hermione's shoulder, and stuffed the twisted tail into his pants. little girl.

"I'm worried about you, Iger..." Hermione let out a long breath, and looked at Iger with tired eyes: "I've been worried since the time we met a werewolf at Malfoy's house..."

"Your intention to kill is too great, and you will kill others if things go wrong." Hermione sniffed: "I have dreamed several times in my dreams that you have become a mysterious person, cold-blooded and ruthless. People are dying at your hands one after another..."

"What kind of messed up dream is this? Am I that kind of person?" Iger couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this.

"What if, Iger?" Hermione shook her head slightly: "Human life is not so cheap, every life has existed in this world for more than ten years, and has left his own life in this world. The imprint loses all its weight and value in an instant in your hand so lightly, won't Iger feel uncomfortable?"

"I even read Harry's letter saying that you burned the lives of a dozen dark wizards in Albania. I know they wanted to harm you, but I think at least they should be handed over to those who are in charge of the trial. ..." Hermione said with red eyes: "I'm really afraid that one day, suddenly, you don't care about anything and become an existence that only knows how to kill. I..."

"I won't." Iger interrupted Hermione with a flat face.

"Why?" Hermione sniffed, not seeming to believe Iger's words.

"Maybe it's because... I love my life so much..." Iger tried to organize his words with his mung bean-sized brain: "I love Chris and Jane, I love Hogwarts, and I deeply love the people around me." Everyone and everything, and most of all, I love you...and Elsa..."

The thigh hurt slightly, Iger lowered his head, and Hermione's little hand retracted quickly.

Iger couldn't help laughing immediately.

"I think it might not be appropriate for you to compare me with a lunatic who only knows how to kill..." Iger grinned, with a narcissistic smile: "Personally, I think I am more like a warrior, or a knight? For a certain A thing as precious as life is fighting, are the soldiers on the battlefield all lunatics who only know how to kill?"

"Then what are you doing?" Hermione looked at Iger eagerly.

"All my love..." Iger grinned, showing his bright white teeth.

"So you won't become like the mysterious man?" Hermione tightly held Iger's hand on her shoulder.

"Believe me, and believe in yourself." Iger laughed: "Love is an immortal belief, and it is the bones of all dark personalities."