Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"It's so quiet here." Lavender's voice came from the retractable ears.

The three of Iger watched the direction of the screaming shack with keen eyes, and listened attentively.

"Yeah, if it weren't for the terrible environment, this place would be a nice place." Ron nodded, "But it doesn't look bad like this? It doesn't look like a haunted house."

"But I'm still a little scared..."

Lavender's uneasy voice came from the retractable ear, and Iger and Harry both bit their fingers and sniggered.

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Ron laughed, and put his arms around Lavender's shoulders.

"Well…"

Intermittent voices came from the telescopic ears, and Iger turned to look at Hermione: "It sounds like a kiss..."

"Looks like..." Harry grinned.

"Recorded?" Iger glanced at the tape recorder in Harry's hand.

"It's recorded." Harry nodded.

"I don't think he cares about this..." Iger shrugged.

Harry's smile gradually changed: "But I think Fred and George would care very much...I'm sure they would pay a high price for it."

"That's true..." Iger nodded.

At this time, in the screaming hut, Ron looked at Lavender Brown who fell on the ground in horror, and desperately tore the dirty fat hand covering him.

Behind Ron, a fat woman with half bald head and dull eyes covered Ron's mouth, and then tapped Ron's waist with an old wand in her hand, and Ron fell to the ground with a plop. .

"Wow..." Harry grinned, "Did they fall to the ground kissing?"

"It's hard to say..." Aiger held his chin and laughed.

Two minutes later, the expressions on the faces of the three gradually became puzzled.

"Why is there no movement?" Harry frowned and looked at Iger.

"Could it be..." Iger squeezed his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's over?"

Snapped.

Hermione patted Iger angrily: "Could something happen?"

"Should...can't?" Iger touched his chin in thought: "Who would come here? Only we know this place, and Sirius and the others..."

"Iger." Harry pressed Iger's shoulder suddenly: "Will it be..."

Before the words were finished, the door of the screaming shack opened, and the three of Iger hurriedly hid behind the mound of dirt. Behind the door, a fat woman came out dragging a box with distracted eyes.

"Who is she?" Harry was about to cry out, but Iger quickly pressed Harry's mouth with his hands.

"Let go of me, Ron..." Harry struggled to break away from Iger's hand.

"Calm down." Iger gritted his teeth: "If something happens to Ron, she will definitely pay for her life, but the most important thing now is to find out who she is and what she is going to do. It should be easy to pack someone in the box. I I think the other party probably didn't want to kill him... Maybe he didn't even come to look for him, you go to the house first, I'll follow her..."

"Huanghua." Iger called softly to the air, and a fire appeared in mid-air. The little phoenix flapped its wings and landed on Iger's shoulder, proudly raising its head: "What's the matter?"

"Go in with them, and tell me immediately if you find anything." Iger whispered.

Huang Hua turned his head to look at the two of them, then glanced at the messy-haired Harry with a little distaste, and moved his paws to stand on Hermione's shoulder.

Iger looked in the direction of the fat woman, and seeing that she was about to walk to the apparating place on the street, Iger's figure disappeared in front of the two of them in an instant.

...

"Pull out your wand Harry..." Hermione said softly, Harry nodded, and the two walked quietly to the door of the Shrieking Shack.

"The curse manifests..." Hermione leaned against the doorframe, pointed her wand towards the door behind her, and the room was silent.

"Gu..." Huang Hua rolled his dark eyes, a little confused about what the two of them were doing.

He still prefers Iger's style of doing things.

No matter what your tricks are, I'll just swing it with a hammer...

Don't talk about moves, routines, and spells with me, give me a hammer first!

Don't talk to me about rules, etiquette, morals, anyway, let's talk about it after the fight!

They flapped their wings and flew into the room. Harry and Hermione followed quickly. In one room, Lavender was lying on the floor unconsciously.

Hermione quickly rushed to Lavender's side, holding Lavender's head in one hand and sniffing tentatively.

"Painted out..." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's take her back to school first, and Iger will be back in a while, Huang Hua, go and tell Iger about the situation here." In an instant, it disappeared into the air.

On the other side, Iger watched as the fat woman dragged a big box and disappeared into the street, and Huanghua flapped her wings behind her and landed on Iger's shoulder.

"There is a girl in the room." Huang Hua said simply: "Passed out."

Iger nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

The fact that the opponent didn't kill Lavender meant that Ron shouldn't be in any danger.

Feeling the trace of the other party's apparition, Iger's figure also disappeared into the air.

Somewhere along the coast of Scotland, in a simple small house, a fat woman was sitting on a chair with her eyes glazed over her suitcase.

Outside the room, Iger looked at the situation in the room through the window and frowned.

It looked like he had been cast with the Imperius Curse, so he should be waiting for someone here.

But who is it?

Iger frowned. How dare he rob people in Hogsmeade if he is so courageous?

After more than half an hour, Iger's face was a little ugly. It seemed that the other party didn't intend to come, otherwise he wouldn't have waited so long.

Expose yourself?

Pushing the door and entering the room, the fat woman didn't seem to be aware of Iger's appearance. Iger knocked the fat woman unconscious with a spell and opened the suitcase.

Inside the suitcase, the red-haired Ron was sleeping soundly, and he didn't seem to feel that he was knocked out.

After closing the suitcase with a click, Iger stuffed the suitcase into his arms and turned to look at the fat woman.

"The original form is revealed." Iger's voice was cold.

The fat woman suddenly transformed strangely, and slowly turned into a bald and wretched fat man in Iger's eyes.

Big fat Iger also knows.

Pettigrew Peter...

Iger immediately opened Peter Pettigrew's eyelids, and sent Legilimency to his eyes.

Unfortunately, Peter Pettigrew's memory since he escaped from prison has all been tampered with. He only knows to bring Ron out. As for what to do, there is no useful information, and his mind is in chaos.

Putting Peter Pettigrew into the bag, Iger's figure disappeared with a snap, and appeared directly in the school infirmary.

At the door of the school infirmary, Harry and Hermione walked in carrying Lavender with great difficulty.

"You're so fast, where's Ron?" Harry rushed over in a hurry.

"Falling, wait for them to wake up and get some tranquilizers for the two of them." Iger took out the suitcase casually, and his figure disappeared into the school infirmary again.

"Dumbledore~Professor~"

With a snap, Iger's figure appeared in the principal's office, and he started yelling as soon as he appeared.

"Noisy brat..." Phineas snorted dissatisfied.

"It's none of your business... stinky old man." Iger muttered.

"Hey! This brat is going against the sky!" Phineas jumped his feet angrily, "Look, I'll open the door for you again!"

"He doesn't need..." Slytherin reminded kindly, crossing his arms.

Phineas: "..."

This damn devil bastard...

"Ah... Iger, what's the matter?" Dumbledore's soft and old voice sounded above his head, and the old man was walking down the bedroom stairs cheerfully, as if he had just woken up from his afternoon nap.

"Ron was just kidnapped." Iger said, looking at Dumbledore.

"It's really strange." Dumbledore's blue eyes glanced at Iger: "I really can't think of anything else that the Weasley family can blackmail..."

Old man, are you scolding someone?

Iger glanced at Dumbledore expressionlessly.

"So... who is it?" Dumbledore looked at Iger curiously.

"Peter Pettigrew, but he was cast with the Imperius Curse and his memory was tampered with." Iger took out a fat man from his arms, kicked him, and Peter Pettigrew fell limply to the ground.

"It's really miserable. Looking at this picture, it shouldn't be much better than being in Azkaban..." Dumbledore looked at Peter Pettigrew in amazement, stretched out his wand and tapped Peter's head, and then fell silent. With a sound, he retracted his wand.

"How about it, Professor, do you have any clues?" Iger looked at Dumbledore curiously.

"No gain, it seems that the man did it very cleanly, without leaving any traces." Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "As for him... if possible, I hope..."

"Don't even think about it..." Iger grabbed Peter Pettigrew's hair and stuffed it into the bag.

Boom!

The door closed, and Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile.

He didn't really want to hand over Peter Pettigrew to Iger, and there could only be two results for Iger.

Either Peter Pettigrew gets killed by Sirius or Remus, nothing else...

As for Iger, he might be able to profit from it... At least a few hundred Galleons.

"That kid is really getting more and more arrogant." Phineas shouted violently: "You didn't hear what he talked to me just now!"

"Among the people I know, he has the softest attitude compared to his own strength." Dumbledore didn't seem to mind what Phineas said: "Whether Grindelwald or Tom Riddle Well, I have lost myself under the strength of leaps and bounds. Compared with it, Iger is at most a little lazy, a little greedy, and a little rebellious... I am really thankful..."

"Heh..." Phineas sneered, "Thank you Merlin..."

...

With a plop, Peter Pettigrew was thrown in front of Sirius by Iger.

"You look at it."

As expected, Iger did not disappoint Dumbledore's expectations. At this time, he was resting his legs on the desk in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, leaning on the chair and looking at Sirius leisurely.

Sirius looked at Peter Pettigrew who fell on the ground and grinned: "It will satisfy you..."

It is said that dogs and mice meddle in their own business, but in Sirius' eyes, this kind of thing is definitely not meddling...

This rat made him stay in Azkaban for twelve years, killed the Potter family, and made Harry grow up alone.

In the eyes of Sirius, this kind of thing is unforgivable anyway.

"How long is he going to sleep?" Sirius stared at Peter Pettigrew intently.

"My spellcasting level is at least half an hour away..." Iger picked out his ears and said casually.

"Please also call Remus for me, I want to witness this exciting moment with him..." The smile on Sirius' face gradually went crazy.

"Wait a minute..." Iger muttered.

In Diagon Alley, Remus stood at the door of the newly renovated shop in high spirits. He couldn't help smiling happily. He felt that life had suddenly come to a head.

Immediately, the air in front of him was in a trance, a slender little hand was placed on his shoulder, and the sky spun around for a while, and Remus fell headfirst on the soft chair behind the desk in the classroom.

"What's the situation?" Remus looked bewildered.

The only thing he could think of was that he was suddenly apparated by Iger...

This child's apparition is getting more and more proficient, and he can directly pull people from the space before they fully appear...

If someone else did this, there would be no possibility other than split body, Remus thinks this is a good thing...

But the question is what if he was shitting just now?

There was a burst of devilish laughter, Remus shook his dizzy head, and his eyes fell on Pettigrew Peter who fell on the ground.

"Just like what Iger said, this is really where life never meets again..." Remus smiled and stood up with a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

"Yeah, I've been waiting for this day for many years hahaha..." Sirius laughed, as if he had returned to the state when he was just released from prison.

"Calm down..." Remus pressed Sirius' shoulder, and Sirius calmed down a bit.

"Let's witness this moment together, Remus hahahahaha..." Sirius' voice was crazy, half crying and half laughing, and Iger couldn't bear to look directly at Sirius.

Your last name isn't really Blake, is it?

Your last name is Uchiha, right?

Uchiha, who is full of painting style, laughed wildly at Iger and couldn't bear to complain.

People in the Black family seem to have a paranoid and crazy factor. Once they decide on something, they will be crazy and persistent to the end.

Bellatrix, for example, is crazy about Voldemort.

For example, Sirius, the two brothers have been together for a lifetime, and the iron Gryffindor.

For example, Regulus resolutely defended the glory of pure blood, and for this reason he did not hesitate to betray Voldemort, who was at the height of his power back then.

And that cousin of Sirius whose name I can't remember, hated the idea of ​​pure blood glory, fell in love with a Muggle and gave birth to Tonks.

Sirius stared blankly at Peter Pettigrew for a few seconds, then took a step back with a slightly pale face.

The next second suddenly exploded, and as soon as the curse hit Peter Pettigrew, Peter Pettigrew on the ground lost his vitality in an instant.

His eyes fell on Sirius, and Iger shook his head slightly.

He felt that Sirius was quite kind.

If I had suffered so much grievance after being betrayed, Iger felt that I would definitely crush that person...

Regardless of how crazy Sirius hated before, after all, he was a friend who grew up together, and he still had a lot of psychological obstacles when he really killed him.

"It's over?" Remus' complexion was not very good, his eyes looked a little empty.

"It's over..." Sirius nodded in a trance.

"How do you feel?" Iger's mouth curled up.

"It's terrible..." Sirius shook his head mockingly: "Because I found that even if I killed him, it wouldn't solve any problems, but dirty my hands..."