Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"It's so beautiful...what's her name?" Iger took a sip of his wine and muttered to himself while looking at the girl in the portrait on the wall.

"Arianna Dumbledore." Aberforth murmured looking at the portrait on the wall, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"Well... yes." Iger nodded.

"She's dead..." Aberforth's voice was like a dream, and there was a sadness in the quiet: "I once said that I would protect her...my brother also said that he would protect her...but we couldn't do it after all. arrive……"

"Ahem...Although it's a bit presumptuous...she...how...?" Iger looked at Aberforth awkwardly.

"Grindelwald, me, my brother, when the three of us fought, she rushed over and was hit by someone's spell..." Aberforth said in a haggard voice, "Obviously we have all hidden in Godric The valley...but even so, we still hurt her."

"Ah... sorry." Iger smacked his lips, feeling a little speechless for a while.

"I hate him and can't forgive him, but I can't forgive myself either." Aberforth shook his head slightly.

Iger knew who he was talking about, and if nothing else, it should be his principal.

"It's a pity, I thought your relationship seemed to be getting better." Iger spread his hands, not knowing how to comfort the other party.

The same surname is Dumbledore, but Iger doesn't know how to communicate with the person in front of him.

"It's his dereliction of duty..." Aberforth said suddenly: "If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to travel around the world with Ephias Dorji, he wouldn't have taken good care of Ariana. He gradually hated her, Just because Ariana stood in the way of his fame."

"Until Gellert Grindelwald appeared in Godric's Hollow and became the trigger of all this. He desperately wanted to leave that place, Arianna, for the so-called greater good."

Aberforth's voice was heavy and full of anger, and then he sighed with dull eyes: "I tried everything, but I couldn't make up for it...I wish she could come back to life, even if I was the one who died..."

"Sorry, it's all over." Iger said softly.

He suddenly regretted coming here.

Why should I come here to listen to an old man's chant?

Aberforth looked at Iger silently: "I'm sorry..."

"fine,

I don't mind, it didn't bring me any loss after all..." Iger hurriedly waved his hand: "I don't blame you, really. "

To be reasonable, the people of Aberforth are pretty good, and Iger didn't intend to embarrass him before he came.

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Aberforth shook his head slightly: "Thirteen years ago, when I went to London to stock the bar, I witnessed your birth..."

Iger: "???"

Fuck, why is this all about me again?

"What do you mean?" Iger froze for a moment, then frowned slightly.

"It is said that demons have the ability to grant people any wishes, as long as you pay the price." Aberforth said flatly: "When I went to London, I met a couple of demon believers who used their children as sacrifices , using my own life as a condition for summoning a demon..."

Iger looked blankly at Aberforth in front of him, not knowing what to say for a while.

If nothing else, Aberforth should be talking about himself.

"That is a very ancient summoning ceremony, I don't know where they learned it, at least I have never heard of it..."

"And then?" Iger's mood was a little depressed.

He didn't really care about his parents in this life, but he wouldn't feel good about anyone who was born as a sacrifice.

"The result failed, and the couple died." Aberforth looked at Iger with deep eyes: "After I buried them, I sent the child to an orphanage nearby."

Aberforth sighed: "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to stop it, but after hearing what they said about the power of the devil, I thought it would be okay..."

"It's okay..." Iger shook his head slightly, and then smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's really stupid, isn't it? They don't think they can save them when the devil appears..."

"Theoretically speaking, you can do it now, and they succeeded..." Aberforth shook his head: "But they may not know that demons need to grow up too... I'm sorry for the child..."

"It's okay." Iger shrugged, suddenly lost interest.

Originally, he wanted to come to do Aberforth's psychological counseling, but he was suddenly beaten by the opponent who threw a bomb.

Iger turned around with gloomy eyes, opened the door and left the bar, and returned to school in a daze.

He had thought of various reasons for his presence, perhaps because of Voldemort... or because of Dumbledore...

But he never thought that the reason for his appearance would be so simple...

Maybe the original child died too, after all, it didn't appear in the original book, maybe it was because his time travel suddenly made the ceremony successful again?

Iger only felt a mess in his head. After returning to the dormitory, he fell down under Hermione's worried eyes and fell asleep drowsily.

...

"What's up with him?"

In a daze, a voice rang in his ears, and Iger heard that it was Aisha's voice.

"I don't know, I've been sleeping since I came back that day." Hermione's voice sounded a bit haggard.

"What's going on here?" Aisha's voice sounded a bit worried: "What happened?"

"He went to the Hog's Head that day..." This was Fred's voice: "Maybe it's because the glasses are so dirty?"

"Fred!" Mrs. Weasley's serious voice rang in his ears.

Iger finally couldn't help coughing, and slowly opened his eyes. He didn't know how long he had slept. Anyway, he still felt very sleepy now, and he didn't have any energy at all, but the increasingly noisy voices around him made him unable to sleep again. up.

"He's awake." Hermione's voice sounded a little excited: "Iger?"

"Huh...?" Iger opened his eyes, feeling a little dry, and his eye sockets are probably full of eye feces...

"Thank God you finally woke up..." beside the bed, Harry looked at Iger and grinned, "If you don't wake up again, Hermione will kill someone."

Iger opened his eyes, turned his head to look, and there was a group of people around the bed, looking at him with concern.

There were Elsa and Hermione, the Weasleys, Sirius and Remus.

"Iger, what's wrong with you?" Aisha's eyes looked red, and she looked very tired, and Hermione's state was exactly the same.

"I'm fine..." Iger shook his head slightly, sat up with some difficulty, and still kept teasing: "Maybe it's because I ate too much dog food?"

"Aha... Blame me hahahaha..." Sirius's insolent laughter sounded, and Madam Pomfrey's roar quickly followed, and Sirius shrank his neck immediately.

"You can't be sick, boss, or your inheritance will belong to us." Fred teased with a smile.

George nodded: "Of course, we are also very willing to inherit your last wish and carry forward the magic trick workshop..."

"Good idea." Iger grinned and leaned gently on the pillow: "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's been more than two days." Hermione held Iger's hand tightly, pursing her lips tightly to keep herself from crying.

"Ah... I feel okay, I'm so soft from sleep." Iger looked at the corners of the mouths of the group of people around him, and his heart, which was originally depressed because of learning about his life experience, suddenly warmed up.

"What happened, Iger." Aisha stroked her messy hair and looked at Iger with concern.

"It's okay, I just want to be lazy." Iger grinned and said nothing.

"But many are worried about you, child." Mr. Weasley's cheerful voice sounded: "If you have any unhappy things, just tell us, you know, I have a lot of weird things..."

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley pinched her waist and glared at her husband.

"It's okay, no one will trouble Iger..." Mr. Weasley muttered, pulling the knitted hat on his head aggrievedly: "But it's okay, since Iger is awake, we'll go back first."

After all, Mr. Weasley was still a well-rounded person. Seeing that Iger didn't want to talk, he hurriedly dragged a few adults around him and left all the way.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, talking silently.

Harry: Should we go too?

Ron: It's okay, Fred and George are here...

Fred: "Okay, Iger, let's go first."

After saying that, the twins left in a hurry. It seemed that they were very unwilling to stay in the ward, or maybe it was because they stayed in the ward for too long.

Ron: ...

Harry: They're gone.

Ron: Let's go too...

Only Hermione and Aisha were left in the room, and Iger quietly leaned on the pillow and looked at them with a smile: "I'm fine, really."

"Iger, what happened?" Aisha looked at Iger with red eyes, her eyes full of distress.

"It's just a little thing." Iger muttered, embarrassed to tell the truth, afraid of being laughed at.

Hugging Iger gently, Aisha sniffed: "Tell me something?"

Iger: "???"

"Sirius is going to resign, and I've applied for the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Aisha laughed.

"That's good, why did he suddenly think about resigning?" Iger was stunned.

"I heard he's going to China..." Hermione explained, "I don't know why..."

"What else..." Iger laughed.

"The way you sleep these days is very distressing, and you keep frowning." Aisha stretched out her hand and gently rubbed the center of Iger's brows: "No matter what happens, we will always be by your side."

"Hmm..." Iger pursed his lips and shrank into the bed.

It is said that a man in love is like a child. Iger thinks this is quite right. Whether it is Hermione or Aisha, it is difficult for Iger to resist each other.

Heh... Is this what it feels like to be taken care of?

After tidying up briefly, Iger was forced out of the hospital soon amid Madam Pomfrey's protests.

Aisha left quickly. Her resignation process at the Ministry of Magic has not yet been completed, so she needs to go back and make arrangements.

After sending Hermione back to the Gryffindor Tower, Iger went all the way to the principal's room.

"Ah... I'm glad you woke up, Iger." Dumbledore looked at Iger cheerfully.

"How did I sleep for so long?" Iger frowned slightly.

"I think...you probably need a good night's sleep to relieve your mental anxiety." Dumbledore nodded slightly: "It seems that your mood was really problematic at that time."

Iger was a little silent, he could probably guess that Dumbledore had done something.

"Where were you at that time? You already knew?" Iger turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "No, I don't know about this."

"But..." Dumbledore looked at Iger with deep eyes: "Yes, but...but I don't think this kind of thing will affect you."

"It really didn't affect me." Iger muttered stiffly.

The impact is still there...

My heart is still very sad...

Dumbledore looked at Iger frankly: "You are very sad child."

"You shut up and thank you..." Iger was expressionless.

"Do you remember what happened with Peter Pettigrew and Sirius?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"What?" Iger tilted his head, grabbed Fox and stroked the bird, Fox shivered in Iger's arms in humiliation.

"I remember something you said back then..." Dumbledore looked at Iger cheerfully: "Hearing is believing, seeing is believing."

"You mean, he's lying to me?" Iger was taken aback.

"No, no, he won't lie." Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "But some things may not be what we think. You say seeing is believing, but sometimes, seeing is not necessarily believing. Many things we You can't just rely on your eyes to distinguish between good and bad, right and wrong, but see the essence through the appearance, this has always been what you are best at, child..."

Iger was a little silent: "You mean, I should...see it with my own eyes?"

Dumbledore sat quietly behind the table without speaking.

Iger bit his lip, and then the figure disappeared with a snap.

"What a restless boy..." Phineas snorted against the wall.

"You seem to be very concerned about that kid, Phineas." Dumbledore looked at the portrait of Phineas calmly: "You like him very much?"

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!" Phineas suddenly shouted violently.

Dumbledore shrugged noncommittally.

Oh, Slytherins...

"You seemed to have offensive thoughts just now." Slytherin glanced at Dumbledore.

"Ah..." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully: "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense..."

Phineas: "..."