Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The blood-red cocoon wrapped the baby inside, beating like a huge red heart, looking mysterious and weird.

With the beating of the cocoon, under the pentagram in the center of the altar, strands of golden-red flames spewed out, and gradually submerged into the blood-colored cocoon.

The sound of the door opening sounded, and Aberforth's tall figure appeared in the room. The old man looked at the two people who were lying on the ground and gradually lost their vitality with complicated eyes, and remained silent.

For a long time, the big red cocoon in the center of the altar slowly shrank, and the coquettish red gradually turned into a deep blackness, slowly sinking into the child's body.

On the cold floor, the woman had completely lost her vitality. The man looked disappointedly at the child in the center of the altar, and tears slowly overflowed from his eyes.

Iger felt sore in his heart, silently tightened the invisibility cloak on his body, and tried hard to restrain his breath.

Aberforth sighed softly, stepped forward and gently picked up the baby, his eyes fell on the man's face, and then he sighed again.

Seeing Aberforth take the boy away, the man seemed relieved, and slowly closed his eyes.

After Aberforth left, the air in the room fluctuated, and Iger's figure appeared in the center of the altar.

With a slight push of the hands, the couple's bodies floated up and were gently placed in front of Iger.

Quietly looking at the faces of the two, Iger found that his face shape and eyebrows were very similar to those of a man, but his face seemed more like a woman's.

With a slight hook of the finger, a bunch of strange things flew out of the two of them.

There was a clattering sound, and a stack of parchment appeared in front of Iger, slowly unfolding in midair.

The parchment is St. Mungo's medical certificate. Iger couldn't understand the messy large piece, and then a few white papers floated in. Iger glanced at it and found that it was a medical certificate issued by a Muggle hospital.

Blood cancer, also known as leukemia…

It is the terminal illness that tormented Iger for nearly twenty years in his previous life...

It seems that even the wizarding world can't do anything about this disease.

Name: Reid Jackson.

Age: 1 year old...

Iger looked at the medical certificate in front of him,

She silently bit her lip, then panted heavily as if lacking oxygen.

A slightly thick ancient book fell in front of Iger with a clatter, and a black pentagram was engraved on the cover of the ancient book.

DeVIL TRacT

Devil's contract...

Stretching out his hand, the ancient book fell into Iger's hands, and he flipped through two pages. Iger found that the book was full of ancient magic related to demons, but the most important thing in the book was the transaction.

According to the book, everything in the essence of human life can be used as a bargaining chip, such as the seven emotions and six desires, or a part of the body, or even life...

A small red bookmark was inadvertently exposed on the side of the ancient book. Iger opened it casually, and it recorded a piece of magic about life transformation. Through sacrifice, the target can be transformed into a powerful existence with demon power and body. However, using The victim must sacrifice his own life, the more sacrifices, the higher the success rate...

Pursing his lips, he stuffed the book of contract into the bag in his arms, and Iger turned around with heavy steps and walked around the room.

This is a small house that looks warm and peaceful. Although it is not big, it can be seen that the decoration is very careful, but judging from the degree of dust, it has not been cleaned for a while.

On the wall of the back room is a huge tapestry, which is embroidered with the family tree of the owner of the house. The two heads at the end of the family tree are the man and woman in the house.

Hughes Jackson, Kay Jackson.

Looking at the blue-toned ornaments around him, Iger felt that both the couple should have graduated from Ravenclaw.

Looking at the top of the family tree, Iger also found people from the Black family...

Sure enough, the pure-blood families in the magic world are really relatives...

Turning around and leaving the room without interest, Iger stared at the couple's corpses for a while, then sighed helplessly.

It's not that he doesn't want to go back to the time just now to save the two, but from his own memory, he only appeared in this world after the sacrifice of the two, that is to say, the sacrifice of the two actually failed , the soul of the child before this body had died long before Iger arrived.

Maybe it was because of the appearance of the demon body that the child couldn't bear this power, or maybe it was the soul of a demon that was recruited, but he was inadvertently killed by him.

But no matter what the outcome is, Iger can't get involved.

With his hands lightly resting on the two of them, Iger's figure flickered in an instant and appeared beside the Black Lake of Hogwarts. The Black Lake in mid-winter was pitch-black, surrounded by white snow.

Iger clapped his hands lightly, and a big hole suddenly appeared on the ground, and two large coffins were conjured up to put the bodies of the two people in. Iger gently buried the coffins in the soil.

"That surprises me, boy..."

A cheerful voice suddenly sounded in the dark night behind Iger, and Iger turned his head sadly. In the dark night, an old man with a gray beard was looking at him with interest.

"It's been years...no one has been able to Apparate at Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore looked at the strange boy in front of him with a smile in his eyes: "It seems that you don't even use a wand."

Egmo looked at Dumbledore silently, he was really not in the mood to chat with Dumbledore more than ten years ago.

"A stunningly talented student..." Dumbledore looked at Iger and nodded slightly: "I am very glad that there is a number one person like you in Gryffindor."

Iger: "..."

He really wanted to ask how Dumbledore knew, but the next second he noticed the golden and red scarf around his neck...

"With your wisdom, you shouldn't have come out." Iger sighed slightly.

"Yeah, but I just can't help being proud." Dumbledore muttered cheerfully, seeming to understand the meaning of Iger's words.

Iger: "..."

Grandpa, you are really handsome...

Dumbledore stared at Iger: "I'm sorry, so... those two are...?"

"My parents." Iger pursed his lips.

"You failed to save them?" A sympathy flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

"The situation is special..." Iger shook his head slightly.

Dumbledore nodded sadly and sighed softly: "I can understand..."

"They died to save me." Iger sighed faintly: "Although I don't have any feelings for them, why am I so panicked..."

"Of course, child." Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "No one wants to owe a debt that they can't pay..."

Iger pursed his lips, hummed a little stiffly, turned around and disappeared in place.

Dumbledore quietly watched the direction in which Iger disappeared, then shook his head slightly and muttered softly: "It's so strange..."

All the way back to London, Iger's figure appeared in the hut again, and he set a restriction on the hut, and Iger turned and left.

With black wings spread, Iger was soaring in the sky like a free bird. From a distance, Iger saw the apparating figure of Aberforth and the dim door of the orphanage. Old Mrs. Hale Lovingly hugging the figure of herself in the swaddling baby.

Seeing old Mrs. Hull again, Iger felt much more at ease. Seeing Mrs. Hull return to the room with her baby in her arms, Iger fluttered down on a tall building with his wings flashing.

A little lonely looking at the warm glowing lights reflected on the glass of the orphanage, the next second, a shrill scream pierced the night sky in the distance, accompanied by a faint howl of wolves.

Iger raised his eyebrows, and a nameless evil fire rushed to his head.

Maybe it's because of the couple who died for themselves, maybe it's because of the old Mrs Hull who loved her but is no longer alive.

In short, Iger is very depressed now.

Not only boring, but also want to kill!

The black wings slowly opened, and then they flapped violently, and Iger's figure appeared in the air hundreds of meters away in an instant.

In the distance, a remote but unique small building appeared in Iger's field of vision. In the yard in front of the small building, a tall man was holding a shotgun and firing at the tall figure in front, tightly protecting the one behind him. little girl.

The voice of the man roaring and cursing sounded hysterical, and not far from the two of them, a woman fell quietly on the ground.

"Stop!" Iger gritted his teeth, then roared, the black wings snapped off, and the figure disappeared from the air with a snap.

However, that tall figure didn't seem to hear it, and rushed towards the man in front again. The next second, a hand suddenly stretched out from the void and grabbed the man's collar.