Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger sometimes feels that love cannot be explained by words alone, so Iger immediately dragged Hermione back to the room, and taught Hermione what is...love...

Of course, if facing an old man like Dumbledore, Iger would never communicate with him like this.

There is a generation gap...

Just like Iger said, if it wasn't for defending his own peaceful life, a fool would be willing to fight others to death outside...

But the sky doesn't fulfill people's wishes, there are always some unscrupulous people who come to tease me, this is what the uncle can bear and the aunt can't bear.

It was another early morning, and Iger looked at Umbridge in the living room, not to mention how uncomfortable he felt.

Why do you always run out of disgusting people at such a beautiful time as breakfast?

Who the hell didn't fasten the waistband so it leaked out?

"What are you doing here?"

Just after waking up, the messy long hair and the horns on the head were tangled and tangled. Iger was struggling to smooth his hair, looking at Umbridge with disgust.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Iger doesn't feel at all that Fudge dares to come to trouble him during this time period. He just offended Voldemort and himself, and Dumbledore's sense of him is also in a mess.

At this time, if Fudge dares to stab Iger, he can guarantee that he will not survive three chapters...

Umbridge looked at Iger with a flattering expression, the smile on his face was full of humility.

This is a woman with a very strong desire for power. As long as she has power in her hands, she doesn't care who her immediate boss is. For her, it's all the same...

Just like some people, as long as they have money, they don't care whether they are carrying a pig or a dog...

"Hello, Mr. Morrissey." Umbridge said with a smile as if a constipated person squeezed through the dry road, and Egger suddenly got goose bumps.

"I'm here to apologize to you for the last offense..." Umbridge tried her best to put on what she thought was the most sincere smile and looked at Iger. In fact, she smiled sincerely, because having a good relationship with Iger has something to do with it. help her gain power.

Since I went back last time to find out the situation,

It was only then that Umbridge realized that the Ministry of Magic he was in had long been corroded by Iger with gold like a sieve. He immediately made up his mind and planned to hug another thigh.

"Is there anything else?" Iger glanced at her, planning to start chasing people away.

Mrs. Granger came out of the kitchen with a pot of stew, and gave Umbridge a strange look.

To Jane, this woman is very annoying. For some reason, she looks disgusting to death.

Damn it, I didn't stop Iger from killing it last time...

"I'm here to communicate with you. Do you think... some people can better help you convey some information to the outside world?" Umbridge thought he was very reserved: "Or some special positions... Do you think some people are more suitable?"

"Of course..." Iger responded casually: "I think Scrimgeour should be good as the Minister of Magic, and Aisha is better as the director of the Auror Office..."

The smile on Umbridge's face suddenly froze, and then he laughed dryly: "Unfortunately, although I think it's very good, these appointments are ultimately decided by the Ministry..."

"So what are you talking to me here?" Iger sneered and ignored her.

Chris on the side burst into laughter when he heard the words. Chris suddenly felt that his son was good at Tai Chi, one push two five six, and he mastered the essence of being an official to the fullest...

If Iger is not a wizard, it seems that being a member of parliament or a lawyer seems to be pretty good? Chris was a little lost in thought.

Since the appearance of Iger, the lives of the Grangers have become farther and farther away from ordinary Muggle families.

All the items in the house are almost fully automated by Kaka.

The automatic stir frying spatula, the automatic washing of the tableware, and the unexpected conversation style close to Muggle life made Chris feel a little uncomfortable.

Umbridge finally left, and Iger felt that she seemed to have an illusion. Maybe she felt that she hated her because of her position?

It's so naive...

Fortunately, in the next month or so, Umbridge never came to harass Iger again. Maybe she also saw that Iger didn't like her very much. In short, Iger lived very comfortably in the past month or so.

The Ministry of Magic never heard anything about Iger again, and the previously passed supervisory law proposal also became a dead letter after Umbridge was driven away by Iger twice.

But in the final analysis, the relationship between Iger and Fudge is finally settled. After all, with such an incident, Iger's character will naturally not give Fudge any good face.

Fudge is also very helpless about this, he just hinted that Umbridge made some moves to frighten Iger, and paid some money to promote the promotion of the supervision law. The original idea was just to limit Iger because of this. .

But if you want to completely push Iger to the opposite, Fudge still doesn't have the guts.

Fudge felt a headache, whose teenage kid would be so difficult to deal with?

Teenagers are easy to fuck…

But it's hard to deal with a powerful, courageous and fucking rich teenager...

Not only does he have his own ideas, he also has a strong ability to act, and the most important thing is that he also has the financial resources to support his ability to act!

Damn, the brat should be damned!

For the resentment of Fudge a few kilometers away, Iger is not conscious at all. He still eats and drinks happily every day, waiting for the start of school on September 1st.

Although it is not mentioned in the original book, in fact, the beginning of each year is a celebration for Hogwarts boys, because their future wives are likely to be among the group of new students...

Even some nymphomaniac senior girls would look curiously at the new students, and inadvertently turn off the electricity on some handsome young man.

These are all things that Rowling didn't mention at the beginning...

Every time the school starts, it may be a troublesome thing for other students, such as packing clothes and packing suitcases. Fortunately, Iger and Hermione don't need to do that kind of thing. It’s okay, my suitcase is different from others’, the most important thing is that there is a luxuriously decorated tent with more than 200 square meters in the suitcase.

It's a pity that the tent is now being lived in by a little unconscious loli, but fortunately the place is still big enough.

What's even more regrettable is that because of Hermione's strict defense every day, Iger didn't have the slightest chance to conduct an in-depth study on this comatose little vampire.

This once made Iger very helpless. I just want to study the difference between vampires and demons. You have to believe me!

Iger looked at Hermione's unkind eyes and sighed slightly. What about the trust between humans and devils?

On platform nine and three quarters, the little red leather train was snorting and steaming, quietly waiting for the students to get on him. He dragged Hermione onto the train, and Iger turned towards Aisha and Granger on the platform. The couple waved.

A lot of things have happened in just three months, and the sudden start of school made Iger feel inexplicably settled down. Of course, this is going to Hogwarts. No one would be happy about the start of school in the previous life. .

In Iger's eyes, the definition of Hogwarts and home is basically the same, even in terms of comfort, the small single room in the dormitory is far from comparable to the small room at home.

At least Mrs. Granger in the dormitory won't suddenly pop in curiously to see if Hermione is in her room...

It's too scary!

And from time to time at home, there will be a big bat holding a little doll affectionately, coaxing his goddaughter gently with a bottle in one hand, this distorted style of painting makes Iger a little unacceptable, at least in In school, Iger felt that Snape should be normal...

However, Iger is not the happiest one about the start of school. The happiest thing is to talk about Sirius, a single man who has been imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years and has a very eccentric personality. Iger is not surprised if anything happens.

Just like now, Sirius is laughing and waving to the parents who are sending them off on the platform. Molly is full of worry, for fear that Sirius will mislead her own baby. Mr. Weasley is better, of course, he himself not a decent person...

Not far away, Grandma Longbottom also looked at Sirius with satisfaction, the shadow of a famous tree. Sirius had a wild reputation when he was in school. The old lady seemed to think that if there was such a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, her own The grandson should be able to be a little manly.

In fact, the teacher she is most satisfied with is Iger, but Iger is only a substitute teacher, which makes the old lady miss it for a long time...

pants pants... pants pants...

The sound of the steam train sounded, and the little red leather train whined and headed towards Scotland.

"What is Sirius going to teach us this year?" Ron looked at Sirius curiously.

I haven't seen him for three months, and Ron has changed a lot. This is the case with adolescents. After two or three years, he basically can't see the way he used to be.

"I don't know, but the final exam will probably be a fire dragon..." Harry pursed his mouth in embarrassment.

"Cool..." Ron's eyes lit up suddenly: "Is it still in grade four, five, six, seven or four?"

"The main thing is this..." Harry looked a little pale: "He didn't specify which grade it was..."

In the next second, Ron's face turned pale...

"It's just a fire dragon, don't worry, it's not a big problem, and you're not going to face the fire dragon alone..." Hermione snorted nonchalantly: "Besides, Iger will also take part in our exam, do you think it's possible? is there a problem?"

Although the little girl doesn't trust Iger's character very much, when it comes to strength, Hermione still only recognizes Iger.

"Speaking of which, dude, I wanted to say it when I read the newspaper a few days ago..." Ron cheered up and looked at Iger when he heard the words: "Your big horns are so cool!"

Hahaha…

Iger raised his head and laughed, Lao Tzu is even cooler...

"Fred said that you might feel uncomfortable when you wash your hair, but George said that you might pay more attention to the hygiene of your butt than your head, and he said that you have a long tail..." Ron grinned, haha Li suddenly laughed.

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched, it's a pity that you don't talk about cross talk...

"But not everyone has the same attitude as the two of them..." Ron's face was a little ugly: "I don't know if you have noticed, the recent newspapers have mixed reviews about you, and some people seem to think that because of your You might not be that reliable because of your race."

"There's always something bad to say about you in the little papers, of course...except for the naysayers..." Ron spread his hands.

"I hope that the naysayers will also think that Iger is unreliable." Hermione snorted unkindly: "Then everyone will think this is just nonsense."

"Besides, Iger has always grown up as a human being. I don't think body changes should explain anything." Harry glanced at Iger: "The prerequisite is that you must ignore his horns..."

"So what exactly is a demon?" Ron looked at Iger curiously.

"A nasty creature that likes to devour other people's negative emotions..." Iger pursed his lips.

He didn't say that he would devour the soul, otherwise even Iger would not be sure whether the people around him would leave him. After all, devouring the soul sounds a little too evil.

Think about the attitude of human beings towards Dementors, even Voldemort hates them, they are even more unsuccessful than Qin Hui...

In fact, after devouring Bella's soul, even Iger himself felt a little unbearable.

Although the increase in physical strength and magical power makes people feel intoxicated, the nausea like 'cannibalism' cannot be eliminated.

"It doesn't seem to be much different from us..." Ron was stunned.

"That's right... Apart from the horns, tails and wings, and that huge magical power that has no place to rest, there seems to be no other difference..." Harry smiled.

"The physical strength is also very good..." Hermione muttered casually, and then her face gradually turned blood red under Iger's smirk, and she seemed to realize that she had said the wrong thing.

Fortunately, Harry and Ron didn't hear any strange overtones...

Lavender Brown passed by 'inadvertently' for the fifth time outside the box, and Iger gave Ron a strange look: "Did I come to see you?"

"Ah..." Ron looked a little embarrassed: "We had some correspondence during the holidays and teased her a few times..."

With that said, Ron looked at Lavender outside the door and squeezed out a weird smile.

"What kind of smile is this?" Hermione asked Ron with a strange look in her eyes.

"Eh...Sirius said that girls like bad-looking boys...Is my smile not attractive enough?" Ron looked a little embarrassed, and he was not so proficient at flirting with girls for the first time.

"From the results..." Harry glanced blankly at the intoxicated Lavender outside the door: "You succeeded..."

"I still think there's something wrong with it. Sirius said that girls like bad-looking boys..." Hermione looked at Ron suspiciously.

"Is there a problem?" Ron looked puzzled.

"But it shouldn't be a boy with bad growth..." Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly: "Or is there something wrong with my understanding?"

Iger and Harry looked at each other, there was a strange silence for a moment, and then bursts of laughter spread throughout the car, Ron's face turned blood red, and he muttered indistinctly: "I want you to care, the front teeth..."

"I..." Hermione looked annoyed immediately, then turned her head to look at Iger pitifully, and asked shyly with her small mouth slightly pursed: "Are my front teeth really big..."

Iger hurriedly stopped laughing when he heard the words, this one can't laugh, my wife...

"Personally, I think it's pretty cute, don't you like it?" Iger looked at Hermione cheerfully and asked.

Hermione's front teeth are not particularly big, but they look a little like rabbit teeth, but they are actually quite cute.

Of course, the premise is that the slight and irritating pain caused by friction at the time of the indescribable must be ignored...

"I don't like it..." Hermione sniffed, seeming to be very concerned about this.

Not particularly into dressing up, but what little girl would hate being more perfect?

"Do you want me to remove it for you?" Iger looked cheerfully at the aggrieved Hermione.

The little girl nodded immediately when she heard the words.

Iger stretched out his hand, touched the bottom of Hermione's front teeth with his thumb, and the two naughty-looking front teeth were suddenly shortened by about two millimeters...

"Cool!" Ron looked at Iger's hand in surprise, and then pointed to his face frantically: "Look, can the freckles on my face be erased?"

Iger: "..."

"And the scar on my forehead!" Harry was also excited: "I'm fed up with this stupid mark, everyone is staring at it..."

"I really can't do this..."