Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

When I came to the Department of Mysteries for the first time, Iger's first impression was that it was mysterious and quiet.

Different from the noisy scene of people coming and going in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, this black corridor seemed extraordinarily deserted, so deserted that even the footsteps on the ground echoed.

However, Iger was not surprised. In the original book, the Department of Mysteries was smashed by Harry and the group of silent people. They didn't have much reaction, as if these things didn't matter to them.

A door opened ahead, and a black figure came out of the room.

"Are you here?" Iger's familiar voice came from under the black robe. It was John Tito who handed the Time Converter to Iger.

Iger nodded slightly: "I'm coming."

John nodded slightly, and was about to say something when Iger opened his mouth.

"I shouldn't have come..."

John: "???"

Iger continued to mutter to himself: "But I'm still here."

John looked at Iger blankly, not knowing what Iger was talking about.

I'm afraid this person has some mental illness, right?

Are you going to kick him out?

"If I use the time-turner, I'll report to you." Iger snapped twice, and hurriedly explained the purpose of coming.

"Well..." John nodded and remained silent.

"Do you need to go through any procedures?" Iger asked John.

"No need." John said flatly.

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched, are you just so perfunctory about such a serious matter as time travel?

Just say hello?

But one more thing is worse than one less thing. Since the other party is so easy to talk to, Iger is too lazy to make trouble for himself.

Under John's calm gaze, he took out the Time Converter, and Iger quickly rotated the outermost ring of the Time Converter, and then Iger stopped his movements gently,

The surrounding scene began to reverse rapidly.

Figures passed by Iger's side quickly, as if a movie was rewinding rapidly. After a while, the scene around Iger gradually stopped, and the surroundings became empty corridors again.

With a click, the door of an office in front opened, and a figure in a black hood looked at Iger with his arms folded.

"Egg Morrissey?"

It was still John's voice, but it sounded much younger.

"It's me." Iger nodded.

"Where did you come from?" John raised his head slightly.

"Fourteen years later..."

Iger is thirteen years old this year, but his Christmas birthday is a few months older than Harry and the others, so the set time is fourteen years ago.

John nodded slightly, turned around and returned to the office again, seemingly not interested in Iger's intentions.

Iger shrugged and didn't bother to pay attention to this weird person anymore. Since you don't ask, then I won't talk about it.

Taking out the invisibility cloak and putting it on, Iger turned and left the Department of Mysteries.

The hall of the Ministry of Magic thirteen years ago was still so bustling, but the difference is that the people of the Ministry of Magic in this era seem to have a layer of haze in their hearts.

Iger can probably understand people's current mentality. This is when Voldemort is in power, and Death Eaters are rampant in the magic world. No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

Quietly leaving the hall, Iger found Big Ben and checked the time. He was picked up by Mrs. Hull on Christmas night, and Iger came at noon on December 24th. .

After taking off the invisibility cloak on his body, the cloak on his body neatly put the hood on Iger's head. Iger went all the way to the Leaky Cauldron, ordered a glass of flame whiskey and drank quietly in the corner.

At this time, the old Tom hadn't turned into the hunchbacked look. Iger looked at the old Tom with great interest, and didn't know what he had experienced in the next ten years...

There was a rumbling sound from the back of the storage room, and Iger heard Hagrid's voice. Hagrid's rough voice laughed, as if he was talking about something with someone.

Iger immediately sat up straight, looking in the direction of the storage room, a tall figure came out from Diagon Alley, Hagrid's face didn't seem to have changed much, Iger thought it might be the longevity of the giants s reason.

I don’t want to know, I’m startled when I think about it, usually Iger only thinks that he and Hagrid have a good relationship, the two of them are friends, think about it carefully, Hagrid is in his sixties, okay?

Voldemort pursued immortality all his life, but in the end he only lived in his early seventies...

And Hagrid looked the same in his 30s and 40s in his sixties...

Look at Dumbledore, he just said: I don’t think I’ll live long, I think I’m dying, but I’m still alive and kicking at the age of 110 or 20, and I don’t have diabetes and high blood pressure...

Look at Voldemort again, he shouted every day that I want to live forever, but in the early seventies, he lost his braids and lost all his hair.

People are more popular than people...

Hagrid got out from behind the bar, and the two figures behind him made Iger's breathing slightly stagnant.

Iger only saw these two people in Harry's photo album.

James and Lily, both of them seem to be in a good state of mind, Lily's stomach is slightly pregnant, it seems that there should be little Harry in her stomach now...

Iger grinned, Harry and Lily look exactly the same...

And Harry... is 90% similar to James, except for those eyes, he is really a copy of James...

It's a good boy to learn from father to be like father and to learn from mother to be like mother.

At this time, James seemed to be arguing with Lily about something, and the argument between the two was fierce but without any smell of gunpowder.

After listening carefully, Iger found that the two were discussing what the child's name should be.

This damn dog food smells...

Hagrid watched the two arguing cheerfully, and the three of them just walked past Iger without causing any disturbance.

Not long after the three of them left, the stone door of the storage room was rumbled open again, and a desolate figure stumbled out of the storage room, and the visitor sat down next to Iger, smelling of alcohol all over.

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched, what's going on today? Why did you meet some old acquaintances?

Isn't this Severus Troll Snape...

"Good afternoon, Mr. Snape, have something to drink." Old Tom greeted Snape cheerfully.

Snape's eyes were blurred, and he casually pointed at the wine rack behind Old Tom. Old Tom hurriedly delivered a bottle of wine, and Snape casually picked up the bottle and gulped it down.

Immediately, he let out a long breath of relief, and lay quietly beside the bar counter.

Iger looked sideways slightly. It was the first time he had seen Snape drinking like this after knowing him for such a long time.

Although this was just Snape fourteen years ago...

At this time, Snape looked younger than fourteen years later, and his face was relatively fair. Iger felt that if Snape took care of his greasy hair, he could be regarded as a cold and handsome guy. One, unfortunately he seems to have a soft spot for Rejoice hairstyles...

"Ahem..."

Iger squeezed his throat, changed his voice calmly, and then reached out and patted Snape's shoulder lightly: "Dude, look carefully, there is nothing in this world that can't be overcome, let it go Let's all go..."

"Get lost!" Snape slapped Iger's hand away impatiently, and took another sip of his wine.

Behind the bar, Old Tom winked wildly at Iger, signaling him not to provoke Snape.

Iger grinned at Old Tom's silent mouth shape, which was very clear: Death Eater.

Iger grinned, and muttered softly: "What kind of hatred, what kind of resentment... My girlfriend is married, and the groom is not you?"

Snape froze suddenly, turned his head and stared at Iger: "What did you say?"

Egra pulled his hood, and his voice was joking: "Huh? What did I just say?"

"You..." Snape frowned immediately, and stood up angrily, as if he wanted to cast the Unforgivable Curse on Iger.

In the next second, Iger's figure disappeared with a snap.

Snape: "..."

"That's weird... Our store should have apparition restrictions..." Old Tom looked suspiciously at the place where Iger disappeared.

Snape was startled, and sat down with a cloudy expression.

If there is a ban and you can transfer shape, then you can't mess with me...

Although Snape was backed by the mountain of Voldemort at this time, he was still relatively sober.

If there is one Voldemort in the world, it may not mean that there will be another one. There will never be a shortage of amazing and brilliant people in this world.

Snape was sober, and Voldemort's rise to power didn't take him too far, even when he was drunk...

Slytherin has no shortage of cowards...

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, Iger strolled on the streets of London. Watching the London sky in mid-winter gradually getting dark, Iger's heart lifted slightly.

Turning into a secluded alley, the black wings behind Iger slowly spread, leading him into the black night sky.

In the dark sky, Iger scanned the street below, trying to find the trace of Aberforth, and soon, an old man with a gray beard appeared in Iger's vision.

At this time, Aberforth does not look much different from fourteen years later. After all, ten years old and twenty years old seem to be very different, but the difference between one hundred years old and one hundred and ten years old is really not obvious.

His eyes fell on Aberforth, and Iger noticed that the old man seemed to be following someone, and he landed not far behind Aberforth, and Iger put on an invisibility cloak and tiptoedly followed behind the old man .

Following Aberforth's eyes flickering, Iger noticed a small room in the alley.

The lights in the small room were flickering, and two figures flickered back and forth from time to time. Judging from the projection, it should look like a man and a woman.

Iger squinted his eyes, leaned gently against the window of the house, and listened quietly to the sounds in the room.

The communication between the two was very brief. It seemed that there was not much to say. It was nothing more than a few questions about the preparations for the ceremony. That oppressive silence.

Looking around, Iger noticed that there was a delicate little sect hanging next to the door of the hut, and there was a line of exquisite letters on the door plate: Jackson...

The UK still has the surname Jackson?

Iger froze for a moment, not knowing if this was his real surname.

Leaning against the door in a daze, Iger suddenly didn't know what kind of mentality he should use to face everything that was about to happen. Dumbledore told himself that he should come and see for himself, not knowing what his intentions were.

Seeing is not necessarily believing, but Dumbledore has never seen it with his own eyes...

What does he know?

Iger pursed his lips, and suddenly felt an urgent urge to escape from here.

In the distance, Aberforth was still staring in this direction, with a hint of urgency and longing in his eyes.

Iger knew what he was thinking, but it seemed that his wish was destined to fail.

Seeing that the night was approaching, there was a faint cry of a baby in the room, and the female voice before started to coax the baby with concern, humming an unknown song softly.

"The ceremony is about to begin..." The man's voice came out, but it seemed that it was not so clear under the sound insulation of the wall.

Calling a gust of breeze and blowing the door open, Iger seized the opportunity and floated into the room. Soon, a man walked to the door and closed the door, isolating the cold wind and snow outside the house. .

Iger then began to observe the couple carefully.

In the room, a pale woman was holding a sleeping baby boy dotingly, humming a lullaby softly.

The woman's face was soft and beautiful, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but she couldn't hide the trace of fatigue in her eyes.

Turning his head to look at the man on the side, the man's face also looked very handsome, Iger felt that the man in front of him was about six points similar to himself, but compared to this man, the lines on Iger's face were a little softer, compared to The bottom is that some girls are delicate.

Looking at the baby in the arms of the woman in the room, Iger felt his heart beating more and more intensely.

Turns out I wasn't born on Christmas...

It's strange that Iger is still thinking about these things in his head at this time...

Turning his head and looking at the room, Iger's heart suddenly sank. The whole room has been cleaned up by the two of them. There is a slightly crude magic circle carved on the ground in the middle of the room. A black pentagram.

Soon, the woman gently placed the child in her arms in the center of the altar, a man and a woman knelt gently on both sides of the altar, folded their hands together, and began to murmur some prayers.

It was a weird and obscure ancient language, and the strange voice was slowly transmitted from the two people's mouths to the surroundings, and the surrounding air gradually became thicker with the inexplicable prayers of the two people...

Soon, the pentagram in the center of the altar began to light up gradually, and the baby in the pentagram also held its little hand anxiously and looked around curiously.

The singing voices of the two became more and more high-pitched and melodious, and a trace of inexplicable fluctuations began to gradually radiate from the pentagram in the center of the altar.

In the next second, the two slowly took out a dagger from their pockets, and stabbed them fiercely in the chest!

There was a snort.

Unexpectedly, although it was a very swift movement, the sound it made was inaudible.

The blood in the young couple's chest was splashed, and as soon as the bright red blood fell on the altar, it quickly began to condense towards the center of the altar, and gradually wrapped around the baby's swaddle in the center of the altar, forming a round and thick cocoon...