Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

For a whole month, Iger's mood was not very clear, and the fact that he could not participate in the Triwizard Tournament was still a bit too sad for him.

And it is still such a racially discriminatory rule that is publicized to the outside world. Iger feels uncomfortable no matter how I think about it.

Although Hermione laughed out of breath after hearing the news, Iger still felt that this was racial discrimination by "Chiguoguo".

"Of course it's discrimination...but I think you're thinking the opposite. Human beings should be the ones being discriminated against..." Hermione said so.

After Hermione explained it this way, Iger suddenly felt that the suspension was not so difficult to accept.

Although participating in the competition means honor and glory to a teenage boy...and the fanatical admiration of the girls, Iger feels that a serious person like himself definitely does not want to participate for these messy reasons.

The weather in the UK in December turned cold rapidly. The temperature outside the house was getting lower and colder every day. Soon, the snow outside the window changed from scattered small snowflakes to heavy snow with a thick white blanket. Wrapped all over the ground, it creaked when one stepped on it.

"How are you going to spend Christmas this year?"

In Potions class, Harry looked at Iger and Hermione with braids and asked inquiringly.

Following Snape's gentle attitude towards Harley, Harry, who originally said he didn't want women's clothing, called Zhenxiang and joined the army of women's clothing. Fortunately, after turning into a girl, Harley's appearance is indeed male-female. In that category, no one would call him a pervert.

In fact, the students understood Harry quite well...

"Of course it's going home." Iger spread his hands: "Otherwise?"

"Our family has agreed that we will go to Grimmauld Place together this year. Harry said that Krum is coming, and we plan to spend Christmas together." Ron looked at Iger regretfully and sighed, as if Iger didn't go. His loss as well.

Iger is expressionless, what do you want me to say?

Thank goodness he survived? That sounds a little too unfriendly.

After Ron's words fell, a big hand stretched out from nowhere and pressed it on his head. Ron couldn't help but screamed in pain. Behind Ron, Snape had a gloomy expression: "Seriously!" Boil your potion, Weasley, and let me see you getting bored and moaning, and I will let you personally brew that irresponsible potion for you to try the effect.

"

Ron looked very bitter.

Turning his head to look at Harry, Snape managed to squeeze out a forced smile, then turned around and walked away slowly.

"You managed to get the treatment of Iger and Malfoy..." Ron looked at Harry with a sour face: "Dude, you betrayed."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't." Harry blinked his green eyes: "Otherwise, what could I do? Then I hardly need to do my homework, if it were you...I mean..."

"In other words, I might not even go to class." Ron smacked his lips enviously.

"Really?" Harry grinned.

...

"Five points to Gryffindor, good aging agent..."

When the get out of class was over, Snape stirred the potion in the cauldron in front of Harry with a spoon, as if he didn't notice that the potion was corroding the spoon in his hand.

Harry blinked and blinked: "Thank you Professor..."

"Add another five points..." Snape walked away with a blank expression: "There are not many polite Gryffindors..."

"Sh*t! Is this okay?" Ron opened his mouth and looked at Harry next to him in shock.

Not far away, Malfoy frowned and looked in Harry's direction suspiciously, with a strange expression on his face.

He couldn't understand why Snape's attitude changed so much before and after. Could it be because of Niangniangquan?

Looking at Harry's appearance, Malfoy fell into deep self-doubt.

Shall I try it too?

Sirius didn't have much to say about Harry's habit of turning into Harry when he had nothing to do.

Snape knew a little bit about Lily's obsession, otherwise he would not have allowed a Death Eater who was under Voldemort to approach Harry.

It's just that because of these things, Sirius often ridiculed Snape, and Snape had no right to hear and deal with Sirius' sarcasm.

As long as you can see Lili again, what's the point of being scolded?

Iger felt that if he could adopt Harley, let alone let Sirius scold Snape, Snape would be willing to be beaten up by him, maybe he would have to thank Sirius from the bottom of his heart, and then Said that the previous grievances were written off and so on...

The heart of licking a dog is so strong!

...

Winter was coming, and there was heavy snow outside the window, but the Gryffindor tower was always as warm as spring, the flame in the fireplace was burning vigorously, and the dry wood was constantly crackling in the fire.

The heat of Peter Pettigrew's jailbreak has completely passed, and the cats in the castle flocked into the tower of Gryffindor because they were afraid of the cold.

Almost all the places visible to the naked eye in the lounge are covered with fluff balls, on the windows, by the fireplace, on the soft chairs, behind the tapestry, and even on the long table that the little lions usually use to study or do experiments. There are also cats everywhere.

The sounds of meowing meowed in the tower one after another, because of these cats, Hermione has been excited for several days.

And Iger also turned into a black cat from time to time and mixed in, always in the arms of girls who were inadvertently attracted by cats from other colleges, which made Iger feel very happy.

Of course, it was true that Hermione almost caught her and made soup...

"Little master..." Crookshanks' slightly hoarse voice sounded beside the black cat's ears, and Iger shook his ears and turned his head away.

"Meow?"

"We didn't find Peter Pettigrew..." Crookshanks looked disappointed: "Sorry, I'm so stupid..."

Saying that, Crookshanks' flat, fierce-looking face showed a hint of sadness.

It is very afraid that Iger will not want them for this reason.

"It's okay, I didn't expect you to catch him." Iger turned his head and continued to lie on his stomach, his furry chin resting on his two fleshy paws.

"Meow?" Crookshanks looked bewildered.

"This is your home." Iger flicked his tail casually.

For Crookshanks' sadness, Iger felt that it was unnecessary.

This cat is smarter than humans. It can read maps, understand human speech, and distinguish Animagus. The most important thing is that it is sensible!

Such a well-behaved cat is simply priceless, isn't it?

"Living in Hogwarts, we are family, family, do you understand what it means?" Iger yawned. Every time Iger became a cat, Iger was very lethargic. At first Iger thought that his transformation had gone wrong. what is the problem.

Finally, I asked Professor McGonagall to find out that cats are like this...

A large number of catgirls sleep longer after transforming.

"Family meow..." Crookshanks nodded thoughtfully.

Iger looked at Crookshanks and suddenly found it very interesting. As an animal speaker, Iger communicates not only with humans every day, but also with all kinds of pets around him, Crookshanks, Dolores, Buckbeak , Huanghua or Lak.

As a good master, Iger is not only responsible for their rations, but also regularly does some mental health work for them.

This made Iger feel that if he didn't live in the magical world, he should be a veterinarian, or a psychiatrist...

"The so-called family is the existence that can rely on each other and entrust your life. No matter whether the world treats you softly or not, the family will always be our most solid backing." Iger said.

Beside Iger, the cats listened carefully. Although they may not be as smart as Crookshanks, they are definitely not stupid. They can still understand Iger's words.

Iger is very satisfied with the attentive listening of the cats.

The values ​​of babies should be cultivated from an early age. For these creatures whose IQ is similar to that of children, Iger feels that it is very proud to cultivate their values.

"Iger, are you there?" Dumbledore's voice rang in his ears again.

Iger flicked his tail, turned around and appeared in the principal's room.

"What's the matter?" The black cat stood up, and Iger stood up with a pair of big horns on his head.

"There is news about Peter Pettigrew." Dumbledore looked serious.

"Where is it?" Iger froze.

"He has been to the Ministry of Magic..." Dumbledore frowned: "His target is the Department of Mysteries."

"Department of Mysteries?" Iger pinched his chin and muttered to himself with some doubts: "For what? The prophecy of the old crazy woman?"

Dumbledore was a little speechless, isn't it bad to speak ill of the teacher in front of the headmaster?

But he didn't get entangled in this, just nodded slightly: "I think... the only thing that can be related to him should be the prophecy."

"You want me to go?" Iger looked at Dumbledore.

"Let's go together. The Department of Mysteries is the most mysterious place in the entire Ministry of Magic. Even if it's you, I won't let you go alone." Dumbledore stepped forward and put his hand on Iger's shoulder: "Let's go Bar."

With a crisp sound, the figures of the two disappeared instantly.

...

Perhaps because of the approaching Christmas, the Ministry of Magic seemed extraordinarily busy, with paper airplanes flying all over the sky, and taking the elevator into various offices.

Iger also saw Mr. Weasley with a haggard look. It seemed that he should also be a little upset by his busy work recently.

After saying hello to Mr. Weasley, Iger walked all the way to the Auror's office.

Now that you have come to the Ministry of Magic, you have to look at your eldest wife no matter what, this is the most basic respect...

Dumbledore and Iger walked all the way to the Auror's office. Because of the incident with Peter Pettigrew this time, he also needs to go to the Auror's office to find out the situation.

In Auror's office, unlike other people's busy schedule, Aisha was drinking afternoon tea leisurely in a knee-length red robe. Her eyes lit up when she saw Iger's arrival, and she stood up to greet her.

The eyes stayed on the big horn on Iger's head for a few seconds, Aisha hugged Iger and kissed his face intimately, then turned her head and looked at Dumbledore with a smile.

"Long time no see, Professor." Aisha greeted Dumbledore with a little respect.

"You look good, kid." Dumbledore nodded, "Where's Rufus?"

"I just went out, is it about Peter Pettigrew?" Aisha asked: "He was found by a portrait on the wall when he came to the Ministry of Magic at night, but unfortunately the Auror on duty didn't catch him. to him, but he didn't make it into the Department of Mysteries either..."

"These are the only clues?" Dumbledore looked at the few documents Aisha handed over, and then gently put the documents on the table beside him.

"At present, all we have is this information." Aisha nodded.

"Are there any additional guards?" Iger looked at Aisha and asked.

"I originally wanted to send more dementors, but according to what you said, dementors are not sensitive to animals, so we decided to let the Aurors in the ministry take turns to guard them." Aisha sighed: "Although this will delay the usual work even more. .”

Dumbledore nodded, and left the Ministry of Magic after confirming that there was no more information available. As for Iger, he took Aisha's hand and took his sister to skip work in a grand manner. The security inspectors at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic seemed to agree As if blind, he let Iger drag Aisha away from the Ministry of Magic.

"By the way, what did you just say... What is the Silent Man?" Leaving the Ministry of Magic, Iger turned to look at Aisha who was wrapped in a red coat behind him and asked.

"It's the staff of the Department of Mysteries..." Aisha thought for a while and said, "But we are also staff of the Ministry of Magic. We don't know their identities, their information, or their number. They are the most mysterious staff in the Ministry of Magic. some of the people."

"There are rumors..." Aisha whispered in Iger's ear: "Among them are Legilimency masters who are more powerful than Dumbledore, as well as managers of time, and some people who can freely come and go from the kingdom of death, Although the Ministry of Magic is their leader in name, in fact, all the silent people will not obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic."

Iger frowned slightly after listening to Aisha's words.

"Is that an exaggeration?"

"It's just a rumor..." Aisha seemed to think of something, and then looked at Iger again: "After you transformed, I heard that it was the Silent Man who stopped the Ministry of Magic from wanting to control you, so the Ministry of Magic will All comments that are unfavorable to you have been suppressed."

"That's interesting..." Iger grinned, "Why did they help me?"

"I don't know, who knows?" Aisha spread her hands, then pinched Iger's face and laughed: "Maybe it's just because you are handsome, as you said?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Iger rolled his eyes angrily, with a shy expression on his face.

Aisha suddenly burst out laughing.

The two walked on the streets of London, perhaps thanks to the smog in London, the snow in the cold winter did not make the whole city too cold, and the scattered snowflakes floated to the ground and quickly turned into ice, non-ice, snow, and non-ice. The muddy look of snow.

The two laughed all the way, wandering the streets and alleys of London, until it was getting late, and Iger sent Aisha back home before turning around and planning to find a quiet corner to leave London.

Turning his head and walking into a small forest, Iger's whole body tensed up instantly, and the next second he dodged a few meters away and looked ahead vigilantly.

"Who are you?"

In front of Iger, a person covered in a black robe stood quietly in front of Iger, looking at Iger silently.

Although he couldn't see the other person's face, Iger could definitely feel that the other person's eyes were falling on him at this moment.

"Egg Morrissey?" The man in black said calmly, "Let me introduce myself, my name is John Tito...I am a silent man."