Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

i'm so stupid, really...

Iger looked at Hermione with a buzzing in his head.

Did you wink at me just now, a little liar?

O woman, your name is Deceit...

No, no, now is not the time to think about these things, the current situation is, what should I do now?

"Two." Iger blurted out in a flash of thought.

"You hesitated for half a second just now." Hermione's face darkened suddenly.

"nonono...I didn't, you felt wrong, I blurted it out." Iger quickly adjusted the expression on his face, and hummed softly with a calm face.

I'm not lying...

Although I like beautiful women, we haven't seen one and love the other, okay?

The corner of Hermione's mouth curled up, she snorted softly, and rolled the dice casually, the sound of clattering resounded on the dining table, Iger looked at Yao Minqi's points, two points, the smallest.

Nice!

Just as Iger was about to open his mouth, he saw Yao Minqi pick up the cup and kill him in one gulp: "Come again!"

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched, and I will come again, drink until you can't do it, sooner or later you will tell the truth...

Sip a glass of wine, whoever loves who is a dog!

Iger thinks so, but things often don't go as planned.

"I'm scared, I'm scared...I can't drink any more..." An hour later, Iger lay on the table and whispered, and the Dandantang trio was wiped out.

Harry and Ron were lying on the table without knowing whether they were alive or dead, Hermione's face was flushed, and Youmengyu moaned while holding her forehead.

Yao Minqi looked at the group of brats in front of her with slightly raised mouth corners, wanting to feed my old lady? Soak it in the cellar for two years, let's talk...

"I clearly remember...you are always drunk by Sirius..." Iger suppressed the desire to vomit, and looked at Yao Minqi with confused eyes.

"Yes..." Yao Minqi snorted softly, "But you are not him."

Iger narrowed his eyes.

He always felt as if he had caught something, but his drowsy brain kept tugging at his eyelids, and finally he fell flat on the table with a plop.

...

"What did she say last night?" Harry looked at Iger eagerly.

It was already the early morning of the next day, and it was the weekend. After drinking the potion, a few brats nestled by the fireplace in the Gryffindor lounge, all of them looking sluggish.

"I don't remember what she said..." Fred's face was still pale: "But I remember how she drank it..."

"It's terrible... Is she the reincarnation of Dionysus..." George looked haggard: "She can drink more than Angelina..."

"I vaguely remember... She seemed to say something at the end." Iger's face was ugly: "Unfortunately, I'm broken. How did I come back last night?"

Hermione pressed Iger's head on her leg and gently rubbed it: "Huanghua sent you back, but we succeeded, I still remember some..."

"How?" Harry turned to look at Hermione.

"She should like Sirius, otherwise I don't think Sirius should be able to get her drunk..." Hermione muttered with a little confidence: "Her drinking capacity is terrible..."

"Yeah, it's the first time I've seen a woman who can drink like that." Iger muttered, looking like he didn't want to drink anymore.

Harry ran away in a hurry. It seemed that he was going to ventilate Sirius. Iger didn't know when Sirius was going to attack. In short, he had no fighting power at all.

A group of people were so drunk by Yao Minqi that they had no power to fight back...

After a long time, Harry rushed in from outside the tower in a hurry, looked at several people excitedly: "Sirius wants to confess his love."

"Yeah, he told me yesterday." Iger pouted: "But I don't think the possibility is very high."

"But seeing Teacher Yao's reaction last night..." Hermione frowned.

Iger shook his head slightly: "That's just a reaction. I admit that she probably has a crush on Sirius, but that doesn't mean anything." Iger shook his head slightly, and then hesitantly took out a small pink bottle from his arms: "Or..."

Hermione immediately reached out and snatched the small bottle, and gave Iger a hard look.

"Think about something normal."

After saying something fiercely, Hermione took the small bottle and left.

"I still have this." Iger looked at Harry smacking his lips dryly.

Harry: "..."

Maybe it's because it's the weekend, Hogsmeade is beautiful tonight, hordes of little flower demons buzzing and flying over the village, and a few black big-eyed bats flash in the sky from time to time .

For the first time, Sirius and Yao Minqi appeared in Honey Duke's shop tonight.

Ignoring a group of students with curious eyes, Yao Minqi picked out candies with great interest, while Sirius stood gracefully behind Yao Minqi, giving his own suggestions from time to time.

"Where are we going?" Yao Minqi turned her head and took a look at Sirius. She seemed very satisfied with Sirius' performance today.

Sirius had long been impatient with waiting. As an adult, a place like Honey Duke was really not suitable for him.

Subconsciously, the name of the bar was about to be blurted out, and a voice suddenly came from next to my ear: "Stop!"

Iger's voice rang in his ears, Sirius froze for a moment, then hurriedly shut up.

"Say, there is a new restaurant on the banks of the Seine, do you want to try it together?" Iger's voice sounded.

Sirius asked imitatively.

"France? Could it be too far..." Yao Minqi stared at Sirius in a daze.

"Not far, not far at all." Sirius said cheerfully: "We have Iger."

Just as he was talking, Iger's figure happened to appear outside Honeyduke's glass window.

Yao Minqi smiled helplessly, when did this guy become enlightened?

After finding Iger, Iger immediately enthusiastically helped the two appear on the streets of Paris, France.

Perhaps because Iger was too unpopular, after Iger sent the two to the restaurant by the Seine, the entire restaurant was suddenly vaguely surrounded by Aurors from the French Ministry of Magic.

"Mr. Morrisos..."

A tall blond man looked at Iger and smiled helplessly: "What is this time for?"

"Send a friend over for dinner." Iger grinned and pointed to the restaurant beside him.

"Ah...the descendant of the Black family...I've heard of him, he is a very strong man." The blond man smiled: "But I must remind you, this is smuggling."

"So?" Iger glanced at the man.

I just stowed away, what do you want?

"So... do you need us to go through the formalities for you?" The man stared at Iger for a while, muttering weakly, the contrast between his dog-legged look and just now was huge.

Iger: "..."

He suddenly remembered a problem in a game in his previous life.

Occupy Paris before all French soldiers surrender...

This is simply an unsolvable problem.

Do you know that you are so cowardly to your minister?

Waving his hand to signal the man not to bother him, Iger casually left a black big-eyed bat peeking at the two of them in the corner of the restaurant. The next second, Iger's figure appeared above the Eiffel Tower again.

Quietly lying on the iron railing, Tim Gambe above Iger's head kept talking to each other.

It seems that the common sense taught by Iger to Sirius has played a role. Today, Sirius seems to have a lot of enlightenment, and he can always avoid some death minefields skillfully.

Silently listening to the conversation between the two, Iger counted down while eating dog food.

Seeing that the two of them talked about emotions, the corners of Iger's mouth turned up slightly, and he stretched out his fingers to point to the void in front of him.

'boom'…

A huge firework splashed over the iron tower, and the gorgeous and enchanting golden-red fireworks slowly scattered from the air.

Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant, the two turned their heads to look, and happened to see the scene of fireworks exploding.

The ancient and weather-beaten iron tower was quietly illuminated by fireworks, and the bright fireworks bloomed layer upon layer above the iron tower, as if covering half of the sky.

The voice of Sirius' confession finally came from Tim Gambey's mouth.

Iger grinned, he heard Yao Minqi's voice of agreement.

Bang bang bang, a few more fireworks exploded, Iger saw the helpless figures of a group of French Aurors under the iron tower, and waved to a group of people from a distance, Iger's figure disappeared in an instant.

Iger didn't think about how the French Ministry of Magic would deal with the aftermath of this matter, but Iger felt that they should be more experienced...

The two flashed back to Hogsmeade with silly smiles on their faces, and Iger turned and ran away quickly.

After eating dog food, he really didn't want to smell the sour smell from the two of them anymore...

Looking at the streets of Hogsmeade, which had become extraordinarily lively at night, Iger's figure gradually disappeared into a small alley, and there was a dilapidated and old-looking tavern in the alley.

The plaque in the tavern depicts a grotesque pig's head...

Pig's Head Bar.

Different from the warm and hot style of the Three Broomsticks, most of the guests at the Pig's Head Bar appear here in a masked manner. The masking methods are different, but the same thing is that everyone who comes here will Bring your own mug…

In fact, although the Pig's Head Bar is a little quieter than the Three Broomsticks on weekdays, it is still quite lively at night, and most of the guests who come here are still masked.

Just like when Iger came in, there were already eight or nine masked people sitting at different tables in the bar.

Iger turned his head and took a glance. In the corner, two masked people with the same style were selling something to a black-robed man. The transactions between the two parties seemed to have been done many times. The robed man had pictures one after another, and a few red hairs appeared from the back of the masked man's head...

Iger grinned, he thought this picture was a little too funny.

It's kind of like a fig leaf...

Iger can guess who the two masked men are, who is the man in black robe...

Glancing at the inadvertently exposed photo, Iger saw Harry's appearance...

Damn these twins are really business material...

Can this stuff be sold?

Is this just in case?

The other masked men in the room were basically doing some kind of trading, some trading magical animals, some trading potions or some strange items.

Seeing Iger's figure, a group of people seemed a little surprised.

The three people in the corner froze when they saw Iger, then hurriedly finished the transaction, and left quickly...

The three of them hurried past Iger, each step more guilty than the other...

Ignoring the fleeing figures, Iger sat quietly at a table, took out a bottle of wine and a cup from his arms and drank it by himself.

How to piss off a guy who runs a bar?

Bring your own drinks and drink in front of him!

Lao Tzu is so rampant!

Aberforth behind the bar didn't seem to notice it. He didn't mind at all, and wiped the wine glass on his own. The more he wiped, the dirtier it became...

Iger scanned the store, and then his eyes fell on a portrait of a girl on the wall.

The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and stood quietly in the picture frame. Iger couldn't help but feel a little bit emotional. They were also portraits. Why is Sir Cadogan like a mad dog?

But Iger can see that Sir Cadogan should be his own personality, and the personality of this portrait should be given by others.

Drinking the wine in the glass, the number of guests in the bar is gradually decreasing. It seems that Iger's appearance has put too much pressure on this group of people who are likely to be dark wizards. Everyone must be trembling before leaving He glanced at Iger, making Iger dumbfounded.

Soon, only Aberforth and Iger were left in the bar.

"Isn't it the first time we've met formally, old man?" Iger grinned at Aberforth's appearance.

Aberforth didn't speak, but still wiped the glass on his own.

"So...Peter Pettigrew was released by you?" Iger narrowed his eyes.

There is only one person who can meet Iger's inference.

He didn't plan to rely on any monitor anymore, it was rare that he was in such a good mood, so he just rushed over.

Don't talk about tricks and routines with me, this really doesn't fit the personality of labor and capital.

Aberforth's movements stopped, and Dumbledore's eyes looked at Iger. After a depressing silence in the room, Aberforth finally spoke slowly.

"He was in the Ministry of Magic and heard the conversation of the Unsettled Man, and they discussed making you the Unspeakable Man." Aberforth's voice and Albus's voice sounded almost identical: "I do want it, big time converter…"

"For your sister?" Iger was expressionless.

"It seems you know." Aberforth sounded slightly lost: "My brother has always told me...the past cannot be changed."

"He's right." Iger raised his eyebrows: "So, you still insist?"

"I haven't tried it, and no one knows whether it can be changed..." Aberforth's voice became more and more lonely.

"You really want to see her?" Iger narrowed his eyes.

Aberforth was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes..."

"I can lend you the resurrection stone, for Dumbledore's sake..." Iger said softly: "In fact, the resurrection stone was originally his..."

Aberforth seemed to be struggling, and then looked at Iger seriously: "Is it really impossible to change the things that have been set?"

"Of course..." Iger nodded: "For example, a bad thing happened now, but you have to go back to the past to change it. In fact, if you really change this bad thing, then this Things don't happen, but you go through that bad thing, so it just proves that there's nothing you can do to change it."

Iger smacked his lips: "It sounds confusing, but that's probably what it means..."

Aberforth's eyes dimmed, and the girl on the wall looked at Aberforth gently and shook her head slightly.