Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

During dinner, the Granger family kept asking Iger about things in the wizarding world.

"Can a wizard conjure food directly?" Jane looked at Iger and asked curiously

Iger shook his head: "Even magic cannot be created out of nothing. All of this must follow a law, but we can change the shape of some things for a short time."

As he said that, Iger waved his hand, and a few birds flew around the dining table chirping. Iger snapped his fingers, and the birds disappeared with a bang.

"I used to think that our Hermione would become a lawyer or a doctor in the future, and it would be great to inherit our dental hospital, but now it seems that she has a better choice?" Chris rubbed Hermione. Min's small head, Hermione squinted like a kitten, looking very happy.

Immediately looking at Iger, who was eating turkey legs, Hermione asked with some concern: "When I go to school, will my grades be poor, I mean... I'm a little nervous. Iger, you are so good."

"Don't say that." Iger licked the oil on his lips: "Actually, I don't know anything except Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Charms."

"How many lessons?" Hermione asked.

"Of course..." Iger shrugged: "Potions, divination, history of magic, magical creature classes, flying classes... a lot of mess."

Looking at the worried Hermione, Iger shook his head and handed over his wand: "Swipe, shake, the spell is Wingardim Leviosa, pay attention to the pronunciation, you can try it on your table knife .”

Hermione's eyes lit up immediately, and she looked at Iger eagerly: "I... can I?"

"Of course, as I said, you have a talent for magic." Iger nodded.

Hermione looked at her table knife nervously, and waved her wrist: "Wingardim Leviosa!"

Immediately, the table knife floated in Hermione's eyes, and when Hermione moved the tip of her staff, the table knife also changed to another position.

The Granger couple looked at their daughter with obvious pride.

Before he was happy for a long time, there was a knock on the door, and Chris opened the door, and a dark-faced man in robes stood outside the door.

"Are you looking for Iger?" Mr. Granger asked, looking at the other person's clothes.

The visitor nodded: "Excuse me, sir."

Iger looked towards the door of the living room and laughed: "Kingsley, how are you doing recently?"

"With you here, I feel terrible..." Kingsley glanced at Iger: "Children who have not yet gone to school will not touch traces when they use magic, but it will be different when they use wands. This is the area I am in charge of." , Iger, you shouldn't lend your wand to a child."

"I'm a child too..." Iger looked at Kingsley eagerly.

"Don't talk about that, we all know you are different from Iger." Kingsley shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with Iger's actions.

Iger looked at him for a while, then his face collapsed, and he looked at Kingsley pitifully: "Please...help?"

Kingsley looked at Iger and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, but you have to promise me that you can't teach too dangerous spells, I know Iger, Dumbledore said you might still know the Killing Curse, I don't at all Doubt your ability to cast it..."

Iger snorted: "I don't know how to use it, you came here to tell me this?"

Kingsley looked at Iger, hesitant to speak, and then he thought about it and said: "A piece of bad news for you, Iger, Mrs. Morrisers has passed away."

Iger felt his heart beating violently, and a trace of black air emerged from his body, and then disappeared in his chest.

"When?" Iger was startled.

"On the day you broke out silently, I went to communicate with her personally. I said that you came to the magic world and someone will take care of you in the future.

Living well, then she asked me if wizards can take out people's memories. "Kingsley's voice was low, and he reached out and handed over a small bottle. The silver in the small bottle was rippling: "She walked away with a smile. help. "

Iger reached out to take the small bottle in a daze, not knowing what to say.

"If you have time, go and see her. The location is in the cemetery in the western suburbs." Kingsley touched Iger's head: "We will always be with you, Iger, you are not alone."

Iger felt his throat a little choked, and gave a muffled hum.

A few minutes later, Kingsley said goodbye to the Grangers, and hurried away. Chris stepped forward and hugged Iger's shoulders, his voice soft.

"Child, you and us." Chris patted Iger's shoulder and said, "This will always be your home."

"Thank you, Mr. Granger..." Iger grinned.

Death is not scary. Maybe the old lady Hull is looking at the new world curiously? Like yourself back then?

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Iger wiped the corners of his eyes, returned to the table, and put the bottle containing the memory of Mrs. Hull into the bag: "I'll go see her tonight."

"Cheer up, Iger." Chris smiled: "And call me Uncle Chris."

"Call me Aunt Jane." Jane held her chin and smiled gently at Iger.

Hermione looked at Iger, thought for a while and opened her mouth: "Just call me Hermione, you don't need to call me sister."

After the words fell, several people laughed.

Late at night, in the cemetery in the western suburbs of London, Iger stood silently in front of a stone tablet.

‘Hel Morrissey, a philanthropic and great director of an orphanage. '

There was a line of words engraved on the stone tablet. With a light touch of Iger's finger, the words of the director of the orphanage disappeared immediately, and he wrote a few words on it.

'A loving and great mother...'

"At least I think so, right?" Iger's eyes were red.

...

"Old lady Hull, why is our last name Vicious?"

The young boy sat in the arms of an old woman and asked curiously.

"I was an orphan back then, and my name is the surname of the person who adopted me, Hull." The old woman's wrinkled lips parted: "Then someone laughed at me as an orphan, and I beat them hard, Steal their eggs and smash them on the windows of their house, and they've called me Vicious Hull ever since."

"Do you know why you are called Iger? Little Egg?" The old woman of Hull roared with a smile, with a smug look: "In their eyes, this is viciousness, but in my eyes, this is strong and unyielding, Mo Doesn't Rises sound nice?"

"Oh..." The child nodded.

...

Since then, Iger has lived in the Granger family. In view of Iger's idleness every day, the Granger couple asked him to pick up Hermione to and from school, and buy some dinner ingredients.

The only thing that made Iger feel a little uncomfortable was that the Granger family had to pray before eating every day, and Iger didn't know what they believed.

Anyway, since Iger came to the magic world, he has converted to Merlin...

Merlin will definitely not let him pray before cooking, he's in trouble...

All the way to the gate of Hermione's school, the bell rang, and a large group of children came out chattering. Hermione carried her schoolbag and lowered her head, and walked out of the school in a somewhat angry manner.

A few girls behind her walked past her with a smile on their face, and they even brushed Hermione's disheveled hair casually as they passed by.

"The front teeth! Slightly slightly!"

"I really doubt whether she washes her hair or not. Look at that bird's nest-like hair."

"What's so great about studying well, nerd!" A girl snorted, and then several little girls walked past Iger chattering, turning their heads and shouting to Hermione, "Look, Granger's boyfriend is here to pick you up." her!"

There was another burst of laughter. Hermione's face was as red as a ripe tomato, and she was wiping away tears. She reached out and took Iger's arm to leave. Iger smiled and followed Hermione to leave. Suddenly, the front teeth of the girls grew crazily, and a few birds flew across the sky, dropping poop on their heads.

The front tooth plug is big!

Hearing the screams coming from behind, Hermione turned her head in surprise, and then saw Iger's smiling eyes.

"Of course I don't care about a few Muggle girls." Iger grinned: "But there are always some lessons, right?"

Hermione burst out laughing, blushing, and took Iger's hand and walked home.

"Tomorrow is Halloween. Although it is not as good as Christmas, you should prepare some gifts." Iger thought for a while: "Would you like to go to Diagon Alley?"

Hermione's eyes lit up, she nodded, and looked at Iger expectantly.

The two returned home and put down the vegetables they bought and Hermione's schoolbag. Iger took Hermione's little hand: "The first apparation may be more disgusting. I hope you can feel better."

Hermione was a little puzzled, and then there was a twist, a squeeze, deformation, expansion, and then a comfortable feeling, and Hermione panted heavily.

"Where is this?" Hermione looked at Iger and asked dizzily.

"The door of the Leaky Cauldron Bar." Iger smiled: "You will know when you go in."

As soon as the two entered the door, Old Tom immediately bowed to Iger and smiled flatteringly: "Ah... Mr. Morrissey, our future great wizard, long time no see."

"Good evening, Mr. Tom, please help me prepare some butter beer, I will come back to pick it up later." Iger smiled and nodded, and led Hermione to a broom room where several wooden barrels were stored.

With a swipe of Iger's wand, a wooden barrel slid over. Iger stepped on the wooden barrel, tapped the wand next to the gap in the wall, the wall slowly deformed, and a lively alley appeared in front of the two of them.

Hermione looked at everything in front of her in amazement. From time to time, a few bats flew by in the air. At the entrance of the passing pet store, the owls were motionless, turning their heads 180 degrees to look at the two of them.

Diagon Alley at night is very lively, with many circus performances of magical creatures, and the shops on the roadside are lit with colorful lights, which look magical and wonderful against the backdrop of ancient buildings.

Several children in robes ran past, chasing a few mischievous flying bubbles. Every time they caught up with one, the bubbles would burst out a bunch of ribbons with a bang, and occasionally they would bring out a few candy.

"I heard that there is a chocolate factory in the United States that treats Muggles. The owner's name is Willy Wonka. He can play with candies..." Iger laughed.

God knows if there is Willy Wonka in this world, it is said that that guy is a magician. ①

"Where are we going now?" Hermione's face flushed with excitement, and she looked at Iger excitedly.

"Gringotts, let's get some money and then go buy some things. I can help you buy the wand first." Iger smiled and brought Hermione to Gringotts.

Pulling Hermione behind him, Iger whispered, "Follow me closely, these goblins are not friendly at all, selfish and greedy..."

Hermione nodded nervously, holding Iger's sleeve tightly with her small hands.

The key to the vault had already been sent by Hagrid this morning, and Iger took out the key and walked to a counter.

"Egg Morrissey."

The goblin in front of him looked at Iger carefully, nodded, and led the two of them to the door of the vault in a small car.

As soon as the library door opened, Iger's eyes widened suddenly, and Hermione screamed in surprise.

At this time, there was a hill of gold coins more than half a meter high piled up in front of him, which cost several thousand Galleons.

"Are you sure you didn't go wrong?" Iger turned to look at the goblin beside him.

"If you don't want it, you can give it to us." The goblin beside him laughed.

Iger walked into the warehouse in disbelief, and put a note where he could see it.

'Mrs Morrisers would have preferred me to hand you the money.

Hope you can use it properly.

The rest Hagrid redeems for you.

Just as a Halloween gift.

— Albus Dumbledore'

"More than seven thousand Galleons, that's a lot of money." The little goblin behind him narrowed his eyes: "It's really enviable."

"I personally think that there are things in this world that are more important than money, Mr. Goblin." Iger grabbed a handful of Galleons and stuffed them into Hermione's hand, then put another hundred Galleons into the bag, turned and returned to the car : "But it does feel good to be rich, doesn't it?"

"Sorry, Iger, although I really don't want to say that, but you said you were an orphan before?" Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

Iger smiled: "Then I should put it another way, I am a very valuable orphan."

After a while, Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Ollivander looked at Iger and laughed: "When I heard that you lived in a Muggle family, I was thinking, when will you bring another little wizard to me, but you will come here far away Sooner than I thought, Mr Morrissey."

"Happy Halloween, Mr. Ollivander." Iger looked at him with a smile: "We have an agreement."

"Ah...of course." Ollivander nodded with a smile, waved his wand, and a tape measure flew over to measure Hermione's height and arm.

"Try this one." Looking at the data in the notebook, Ollivander took out a wand: "The combination of vine wood and dragon heartstring is a bold attempt, how about trying it?"

Hermione took the wand, and a gust of wind blew across the old hut in an instant.

"It turns out that my vision is very accurate, although sometimes there will be some strange guests, such as Mr. Morrises..." Ollivander pointed to Iger and said with a smile.

"I just tried two." Iger spread his hands.

"You are the kind of person who is suitable for all wands, but obviously not all wands are suitable for you." Ollivander looked at Iger with cloudy eyes: "I even have to doubt my common sense for many years."

After Iger gave the money, he took Hermione and left the shop of the nagging old man. Ollivander was right, it was a 30% discount.

"She looks so beautiful." Hermione couldn't put it down holding the wand, which was engraved with graceful ivy patterns.

"You look prettier." Iger smiled, and Hermione blushed...

...

"Why do we buy so much beef?" Hermione looked at Iger strangely.

Iger quickly shrunk the beef, wrapped it up and threw it into a bag: "Buckbeak will like it."

"Buckbeak?" Hermione looked at Iger strangely.

"A Hippogriff, a big stupid guy." Iger nodded.