Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Below, the students looked at Iger with shame on their faces.

Have you considered how Peter Pettigrew felt?

Although Iger may not care about the other party's feelings.

The appearance of the dementors had a huge impact on the hearts of the little wizards in the East. They didn't like this kind of soul-sucking creature at all.

"What's the spell to resist him?" Yao Minqi squinted her eyes and looked at the dementor behind Iger and asked softly.

"Calling God to guard." Iger turned his head and replied: "A request is the happiest thing in my heart."

"It's hard." Yao Minqi muttered thoughtfully.

"Of course it's difficult, otherwise many adult wizards wouldn't be able to do it." Sirius laughed: "In Azkaban, the British magic prison, there are hundreds of such creatures, a whole group, that is A place like hell."

"Not necessarily..." Iger spread his hands: "If hell is full of devils, maybe Azkaban is heaven..."

Little-faced Sirius grinned, what the hell you said made sense...

Think about it, if an existence like Egg gathers together, Azkaban might really be a paradise...

"Actually, I'm curious..." You Mengyu looked at Iger on the stage: "As you said...can he only suck people's happiness and soul?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?" Iger nodded.

"No, I don't think you understand what I mean." You Mengyu paused, and said softly: "I mean... can he suck something else?"

Iger was stunned when he heard the words, what the hell, is he so big-brained?

By the way, why didn't I think of it?

Behind Iger, the dementor wanted to escape leisurely, and then felt his head was pinched by a slender hand.

Dementor: "..."

Mud wins! mmp!

"I think your idea is very interesting, how about we try it?" Iger grinned.

Very interesting idea.

"Can you absorb some other emotions?" Iger turned his head and looked at the dementor behind him.

The dementor shook his head frantically.

"Then let's change the way of communication..." Iger smiled dangerously: "If you don't smoke, you will die!"

The Dementor thought for a while, and suddenly felt that it would be nice to change the flavor once in a while...

Expressing something with gestures, the dementor was more than two meters tall and bent flatteringly.

"Suck what?" Iger barely understood what he meant.

Get some chalk?

Forget it, it's dangerous...

He took out a bottle of flame whiskey and handed it to the dementor: "Let's try this first..."

A group of young wizards in the audience looked at the dementor eagerly.

The dementor held the wine bottle and fell into deep thought, drinking or not drinking for a while.

Damn it, try hard, anyway, if you don’t drink it, you will die. If you drink it... you may survive.

Thinking of this, the Dementor immediately raised his neck, and gulped down the whole bottle of Flame Whiskey.

A needle could be heard in the room for a while, and everyone looked at the dementor curiously, wanting to see what changes would happen to him.

After a bottle of wine, the dementor floated behind Iger dazedly.

"How does it feel?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

"Hic~" A strange hiccup sounded, and the dementor felt that Iger beside him was a little dazed.

With a strong sense of dizziness, the figure of the dementor wavered crookedly in mid-air.

He suddenly felt that his life was so suffocated, that he was made to die by such a little boy every day, he was really ashamed of the dementors.

Thinking of this, the dementor suddenly had an epiphany.

No, I want to resist!

He decided to give this boy a good look!

Thinking of this, the dementor suddenly rushed towards Iger.

There was a bang, and Iger squeezed his chin and looked at the dementor who was stepped on by him with some doubts: "Did this guy drink too much?"

Sirius looked at the dementor under Iger's feet strangely, and was at a loss for words for a while.

So, this is drunk?

Alcoholic and cowardly?

Didn't it mean that this thing can only suck happiness?

With the incident that the Dementor drank a whole bottle of Flame Whiskey, a group of students gradually looked at the Dementor with horrifying gazes, as if they had discovered What a fun toy.

"I have cigarettes here!" Sirius immediately dug out a pack of cigarettes from the cabinet and handed it over.

After lighting the cigarette, Iger took two sips, and then inserted the cigarette into the hole under the dementor's mask.

"Take a breath!" Iger's voice appeared in the dementor's underdeveloped brain like a magic voice, and the dementor suddenly became aroused and woke up from the wine.

Thinking about what he did just now, the Dementor suddenly covered his head in horror.

What the hell did I do?

Fuck, it's a good thing this little ancestor didn't get up and kill himself.

"I'll let you take a breath!" Iger twitched the dementor's head impatiently, and the dementor came back to his senses with a crisp snap.

Feeling such an insulting slap from Iger, the dementor couldn't help but hold the big hand covered with black scabs.

Suck it!

The dementor immediately dog-legged the cigarette filter with the strangely shaped hole under the mask, and took a deep breath.

One of the characteristics of creatures like dementors is that they have semi-spiritual physical characteristics, which allow them to fly in mid-air like black broken plastic bags.

Taking a deep puff of the cigarette, the dementor suddenly felt his already light body become lighter.

It seems to be able to rise with the wind and soar up to 90,000 miles.

With just one bite, he fell in love with the slender, sticky object.

"It seems...it doesn't seem to be much different from what we humans feel when we smoke. Does this thing have lungs?" Sirius looked at the dementor curiously.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the class that was supposed to let the students know about this dangerous creature didn't know why the style of painting gradually deviated in a strange direction under the question of the oriental girl, and he still galloped and stopped. The unstoppable speed...

"No!" Iger affirmed confidently: "I reached out and touched it, and the whole arm can be stuffed through his strange hole, but there is nothing inside, just like a pure black sack, without internal organs. "

Look, is this speaking human language? A group of students looked at Iger in silence.

The dementor happily smoked the cigarette between his mouths, and Iger also felt a bit of a toothache.

Iger felt that he had used the wrong test product. Why did a good dementor start smoking and drinking?

Do you still want to perm your head next?

In dementor humiliation?

The students looked at the dementor behind Iger with increasingly strange eyes, and suddenly raised a small hand.

"That..." Neville looked at Iger timidly: "I want to know, what kind of state would it be if it absorbed other emotions?"

"That's a good question!" Iger nodded, and pinched the dementor's head again in a realistic and serious attitude.

Dementor: "???"

"Why don't you try the other way around?" Sirius added fire.

"You can suck happiness... Then can you turn it around and suck some negative human emotions?" Iger squeezed his chin and looked at the dementor, as if if you dare to shake your head, I will turn your head off.

The dementor nodded quickly.

Even if you can't do it, do it!

Feeling the atmosphere in the class, the dementor took a small breath, and in an instant, the room was as warm as spring.

Iger looked at the dementor in surprise, and it really did it!

The eyes of the students in the class suddenly lit up, and they chattered excitedly. For a while, the students who were originally depressed due to the recent weather suddenly became brighter, and all of them showed irrepressible expressions on their faces. The happy emotions talked to each other about their own feelings, and even Youmengyu, who had never liked Ron very much, was happily talking to him.

At the same time, Iger noticed that a white spot suddenly appeared on the body of the originally pitch-black dementor, not the gloomy pale white, but a clear white.

Aiger immediately became interested.

Dementors actually change color depending on what they eat?

Iger can probably imagine what the dementor absorbed just now. It should be some negative emotions similar to fear and despair. The original negative emotions on the students disappeared with the absorption of the dementor, so the students They will become lively and active in an instant.

To put it bluntly, isn't this a ready-made stimulant?

Thinking of this, Iger looked eagerly at the dementor.

Let's fill the world with love together!

Iger thought so.

"Miss Yao..." Sirius smiled happily: "Are you free tonight? How about going to Hogsmeade for a drink together?"

"Okay." Yao Minqi giggled and didn't feel anything wrong.

Hermione's eyes lingered on Iger intoxicatedly, every look was full of affection.

Iger looked at the students and teachers whose IQs dropped instantly around him and felt a little headache. Once the negative emotions disappeared, everyone became indulgent. They would blurt out things that they dare not think, do or say on weekdays. Iger also saw Na Way was yelling about her liking for a little girl named Luna.

Iger could already imagine Neville's expression after people calmed down for a while.

He probably won't be out of the tower this year...

"Let me tell you the truth, since the first time I saw you I have..." Sirius was talking, and then his silly eyes gradually became lively, and suddenly his face froze in embarrassment.

"It's the first time you see me... so what?" Yao Minqi looked at Sirius in a daze and giggled. As her emotions gradually recovered, her face also turned red.

Na Na glanced at Sirius without saying a word, Yao Minqi shrank behind the desk with a blushing face.

"God... what did I just do?" Neville recovered with a pale face, and turned to look at Dean, "Do you remember what I just said?"

"You're talking about the fact that you like Luna?" Dean asked.

Neville: "..."

Heartbroken old man.

Not far away, Harry was looking at Dean with unfriendly eyes, because just after Neville finished speaking, Dean laughed and said that he liked Ginny.

"It feels... a bit like a mixture of Veritaserum, Love Potion and Felicia, it will make people happy, and it will also reduce IQ..." Iger squeezed his chin and looked at the dementor with a white stripe on his body: "use It can be dangerous if done in the wrong way.”

"I think, if anyone dares to confess, they can borrow a dementor from Iger." Sirius laughed and disappeared, as if he was not the one who stood on the podium to ask out a girl just now.

A good Defense Against the Dark Arts class gradually passed in such a mess. After class, Sirius stopped Iger.

"About Miss Yao?" Iger raised his eyelids.

Sirius looked embarrassed: "Why do you..."

"Yeah, why do I know everything..." Iger grinned: "Do you have thoughts about her?"

"Uh... some good feelings, I have some ideas, after all, I'm already in my thirties, Iger." Sirius muttered with some embarrassment: "And she's only in her twenties."

"You like her?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

"I just think it's okay, and I want to ask out for a meal." Sirius continued to mutter.

"You like her?" Iger repeated.

"After all, I never thought of getting married before. People might think I'm a libertine or something." Sirius answered irrelevantly.

"You like her?" Iger was expressionless.

"..." Sirius looked embarrassed, and then yelled angrily: "Yeah, I fucking like her, well, you win..."

"So... our British women can't satisfy your appetite anymore?" Iger looked puzzled.

"It has nothing to do with the fact that she is a woman from that country, it's just how she feels to me...I think it's very good." Sirius spread his hands.

"Yeah, it's a bit like Hermione and Lily's personality, which will inevitably attract people." Iger nodded.

Sirius looked at Iger suspiciously, always feeling that he meant something.

"So...can you help me?" Sirius hesitated.

"How can I help you? You are Sirius, please..." Iger frowned: "You still use me to help? I heard that when you were young, there were many women around you..."

"Eh...I used to...be chased all the time..." Sirius said hesitantly.

Iger turned around blankly and left.

Go to Nima, I won't play with you anymore.

You're showing off, you bitch!

"Hey hey..." Sirius hurriedly grabbed Iger: "You must help me, after all, you are still familiar with her."

"Yeah, I made her pee her pants, it will definitely help you..." Iger teased.

"You can't help me, Iger..." Sirius felt a little embarrassed: "I really never took the initiative to chase a girl... or a girl who is so much younger than me."

Iger pouted: "Success, I'll help you."

"Really?" Sirius' eyes lit up immediately.

"Really." Iger nodded.

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Sirius asked with a smile on his face.

"Because you talk about Harry's father every day, those who don't know think you are gay..." Iger rolled his eyes: "For Harry's physical and mental health... Thank God you finally have a woman who is interested..."

Sirius:"……"

Although Iger agreed that Sirius was very happy, but why does he always feel like hitting someone?