Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Harry looked at Ron with a suspicious expression. He felt that Ron's expression didn't seem to be fake, and then turned his head to look innocently at Hermione.

Hermione: "Go away..."

Harry: "..."

Iger was hiding behind a few people wearing an invisibility cloak and was about to laugh like crazy, but he didn't dare to make a sound yet.

"You really didn't touch my ass?" Harry turned to look at Ron suspiciously.

"What are you thinking, man? This isn't a Potions class..." Ron looked displeased.

Harry: "???"

What do you mean? What do you mean?

What about Potions class? Do something, right? Is potions class enough to touch my ass?

Harry turned around and silently changed the soil for the poisonous tentacles. Iger glanced at a few people, turned around and left slowly.

It's class time, so it's okay to skip class by yourself, you can't break the classroom discipline, otherwise Professor Sprout will get angry no matter how good his personality is.

Back in the Gryffindor Tower, Iger leisurely leaned on the chair and thought about the latest things.

The appearance of the Silent Man was a bit unexpected to Iger, but the invisibility cloak and the time converter were unexpected surprises. Now, what Iger most wants to find out is what John said about the world of death.

It's exciting to think about.

Iger felt that if he could freely travel to and from the world of death, then he would probably make a huge fortune.

For example, to help someone deliver a message, send a courier or something...

Looking at the snow falling outside the window, Iger couldn't help but sigh with emotion, his understanding of the world is getting deeper and deeper.

This isn't just a simple story world.

There are still people and things I love so much here, and I have my own home. Everything is so real, so Iger feels that I can't come here for nothing.

"If I could... what would you like to say to your dead parents?"

night,

Iger looked at Harry seriously and asked.

"Say something..." Harry looked weird, not understanding what Iger meant: "Is there any point in that?"

"Of course it makes sense." Iger nodded affirmatively.

"In that case... if possible, I would like to see them." Harry said after thinking about it.

"If you don't plan to answer my question seriously..." The tip of Iger's slender tail pointed at Harry: "I can send you to see them..."

Harry: "..."

Why are you still threatening people?

Can it work? It's you who asked me the question, okay?

What are you going to do with such a rough...

"If you think about it carefully, there is actually nothing to say..." Ron spread his hands on the side: "I mean, although Harry may yearn to be with his family, Harry is not very familiar with them after all. I think If it were me, I probably wouldn't know what to say."

"Probably...that's it." Harry nodded a little disappointed: "Sometimes I always feel that I have a lot to say to them, but if I really want to say something, I don't know what to say."

Iger scratched the back of his head, a little confused.

Although I am also an orphan by definition in this life, after all, I have a family relationship in my previous life, so I don't quite understand Harry's mentality.

...

"If I may, what would I like to say to James?"

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Sirius looked at Iger in surprise in his red-striped pajamas.

"I want to ask him... how are you doing?" Sirius took out a bottle of wine from a small cabinet beside him, and with a flick of his wand, two glasses flew over, and the wine swirled in mid-air and flew into the glasses , Iger grabbed a glass and took a sip.

"Ask him how it feels to die. I'm sorry for him and Lily..." Sirius took a sip from his glass and muttered to himself: "If possible, I would also like to tell him that Harry is now I took good care of him, so he doesn't have to worry."

Sirius' eyes were a little red: "Probably that's all..."

"Hmm... want to write it down?" Iger looked at Sirius and asked.

...

"What do I... want to say to my sister?" Dumbledore looked at Iger cheerfully: "There is nothing to say, judging by my age, maybe I will see her soon, I still think it is better to say it in person." good…"

Iger: "..."

...

"I want to say to my mum, I'm doing fine."

Early the next morning, Luna was sitting next to Iger and talking softly, with a chuckle on her face.

"That's all?" Iger looked at Luna tentatively.

Luna lowered her head in silence, and couldn't help pursing her lips: "Actually...it's not good at all."

"Dad, he can't take care of himself, life at home is a mess." Luna's voice trembled, and Iger was a little surprised. It was hard to see this emotion from Luna's face.

On weekdays, Luna has always been a bit crazy, but she is calm about everything, and she sees things very clearly.

It wasn't until now that Iger really saw what a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl should look like from Luna.

"I miss her and love her very much." Luna adjusted her emotions: "If possible, I want to tell her that we all miss her."

"But!" Luna emphasized as soon as she finished speaking: "I will take care of my dad, and I am also growing...I mean...oh, this feels so annoying..."

...

"Why did you start asking these things?" Hermione looked at Iger with some incomprehension.

Iger grinned: "I have become a silent person. I heard that I have the opportunity to go to the world of the dead in the future. I thought that if possible, I can help pass a few words..."

"The world of the dead?" Hermione frowned suddenly: "Iger..."

"It's too dangerous, isn't it?" Iger said with a smile: "I know what you're going to say when you open your mouth."

Hermione immediately rolled her eyes: "Well, if you have already made up your mind, I have no reason to stop you, after all, this is also a job, but..."

"No matter what, but...you can't join." Iger emphasized.

"Why?" Hermione exasperated.

"Because you are too weak." Iger spread his hands.

Hermione became even more angry, and Iger felt that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

"I've always wondered about a problem." Ron interrupted the upcoming dispute between the two in time, stuffing a grilled sausage in his mouth and eating deliciously: "Since Harry's parents are reluctant to part with Harry, why don't they change?" Come back as a ghost?"

Harry looked at Iger eagerly, hoping to get some answers.

"Ahem..." Iger cleared his throat, and glanced at Nick who was passing by the long table not far away: "Nick? Is it convenient to come here?"

"What's the matter, kids?" Nick seemed to be in a good mood today, and he didn't tear his neck open as soon as he came up.

"We want to ask, what are the conditions for becoming a ghost?" Iger looked at Nick curiously and asked.

"Oh...this is really a rude problem child..." Nick shrugged: "Well, since this is the case, I will tell you, first of all, not everyone can become a ghost."

"Who must it be?" Harry looked at Nick eagerly.

"It has to be a wizard..." Nick said dryly.

"Phew..." Harry sighed, these gasping people are so annoying: "The people we're talking about are wizards."

"No Harry, they can't." Nick shook his head.

"You know who I'm talking about?" Harry frowned.

"Of course, it should be James and Lily, right?" Nick laughed: "I've known them longer than you, you know, they stayed in Hogwarts for seven years, Gryffindor every day I remember every student."

"But...why?" Harry opened his mouth.

"I'm afraid of death, Harry..." Nick seemed a little embarrassed: "So I left my mark in this world, and I can be drawn back again after I die."

"Then they can too. What mark are you talking about?" Harry asked hastily.

"No, they can't, they are brave, they will go down Harry." Nick looked a little disappointed: "Being a ghost is actually not as good as you think, we can't feel anything, we are just undead, just a mark , just a strand of soul."

"Is there no other way?" Harry asked a little dissatisfied.

"Of course there are...such as Hogwarts...it is called a castle with feelings by the ghosts..." Nick glanced at Iger: "All those who died in Hogwarts, Hogwarts can bring them back, Of course, it doesn't matter if they don't want to come back."

"For example, Professor Binns, or Myrtle, because there are imprints of their lives here, so Hogwarts will take the initiative to call them." Nick sighed: "But even so, many people choose to continue walking .”

"What is it like after death? What did you see?" Hermione looked at Nick curiously.

Unlike Harry, Hermione is an academic, and she is always curious about such research-oriented things.

"I don't know, Miss Morrises." Nick laughed. "Unless I am willing to give up my identity as a ghost and die voluntarily, a half-dead existence like me is not qualified to spy there."

A conversation ended in Harry's disappointment, and Iger felt slightly moved when he saw Harry's dejected look.

"Do you want to see your parents?" Iger leaned into Harry's ear and asked softly.

"Yeah...I really want to." Harry said dryly: "But what can I do..."

"What if I let you see them?" Aigby gestured for silence, and hurriedly held down Harry's excited movement of jumping up.

"Really? I mean...you're not going to send me to see them, are you?" Harry looked at Iger with some uncertainty.

"No, I mean the two of us, go to the land of death." Iger grinned.

"How? Death?" Harry sighed.

"Your invisibility cloak should be available. Do you want to see it?" Iger asked with a smile.

Harry's eyes lit up immediately: "Really?"

...

For more than half a month, Harry was in a state of excitement. Ever since he heard Iger's words, he was preparing to leave every day, and it was the annual Christmas.

This year, the Granger family was very well organized. Even Snape appeared in the dining room of Granger's family wearing a big black robe early, sitting on the sofa and teasing his beloved daughter with a doting expression.

Iger noticed that Anastasia had begun to grow teeth, and the small milky white teeth were clenching restlessly in her mouth, babbling and talking.

"She called Dad, can you hear me?" Snape turned his head and looked at Iger with excitement in his eyes.

"She might just be spitting at you, and everything a child makes sounds like a baby's voice." Iger raised his eyelids, and then lazily leaned back on the soft chair and drank the juice.

"Impossible, I heard, Anna called me daddy..." Snape turned his head displeased, and continued to tease his daughter with a doting face: "Good Anna, say...papa..."

"P..." Anna muttered, reaching out her hand to Snape.

Snape immediately embraced Anna in a flattered manner, with a doting expression on his face: "Call me Dad..."

"Pfft..." Anna squirted her mouth under Snape's doting gaze, her milk dripping down...

The white milk spat on Snape's face, and Snape wiped Anna's small mouth with disappointment, ignored Iger who was laughing loudly, and continued to tease Anna, hoping to hear a father.

"It's a pity, I can still hear her call mother, although I don't say it very clearly." Leah looked at Snape apologetically.

Snape glanced at Leah expressionlessly, then pulled the corners of his mouth a little stiffly, and forced a smile: "It's okay."

On the soft chair, Iger looked at Snape in surprise with the expression of seeing a ghost. Elsa and Hermione hid at the kitchen door, poking their heads and watching the two of them covered their mouths and sniggered. It seemed that Snape's appearance made the two People feel very novel.

Iger looked at Snape's appearance and laughed a few times, then picked up the cross used by Mrs. Granger for prayer and held it in his hand, muttering something loudly.

"What are you doing?" Snape noticed Iger's movement and turned his head to ask.

"I'm praying to God to help you pray for happiness in the rest of your life. Damn it, you should thank me." Iger said without looking back.

"It's rare..." Snape sneered, "A devil bastard prays to God, aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

"No, God loves the world..." Iger shook his head: "You can become a loving father, so why should I pray to God..."

Snape: "..."

In the kitchen, Mrs. Granger's unrestrained laughter sounded again, and Snape suddenly became one head and two big.

This family is simply...

"I heard you became the Reticent Man?" Snape glanced at Iger.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Iger grinned: "Do you want me to greet your parents for you?"

"No, what I mean is that the reticent should learn to shut up." Snape turned his head expressionlessly.

Iger threw the cross aside and ignored Snape.

Damn, this man is so annoying!

Talking about talking, Snape is the only one who can make Iger, who is from the 21st century, still deflated, no wonder he can't catch up with Lily...

Serve it right, bah!

Silently pursing his lips, Iger turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen.

"Kaka~"

"What's the matter, Master Iger?" Kaka's figure instantly appeared in front of Iger.

"Is dinner ready?" Iger curled up his legs, nestling on the sofa like a dead fish.

"How many times do you want me to say it, Iger!" Mrs. Granger's figure appeared at the kitchen door pinching her waist: "No! Give it again! Kaka! Trouble!"

"Okay mom..." Iger flinched like a quail.

Mrs. Granger returned to the kitchen with her chin raised, and she seemed to be very happy with Iger's calling her mother.

"Dinner is ready, Master Iger." Kaka whispered, her eyes glanced at the direction of the kitchen from time to time, then she looked at Iger with a big smile on her face, and quietly took out a two-big The horned puppet handed Iger both hands: "Master Iger, happy birthday!"