Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger clapped his hands, and a black hair fluttered out from under the hood and landed in front of Ollivander.

Ollivander's silver-white pupils stared at the hair in front of him for a long time, and then he looked at Iger with the expression that you are fucking teasing me.

"With all due respect, this seems to be just a piece of hair, and human hair...doesn't seem suitable as a rod core material." Ollivander stretched out his hand and gently held the black hair in front of him, muttering softly.

"I'm not human." Iger's voice was flat, and Ollivander's breath stopped suddenly, and then he hurriedly rummaged through the box to find a strange silverware and put it on the table.

Iger has seen this strange thing. There are several at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, that is, at the security checkpoint in the hall on the eighth floor. They are wand material testing instruments, used to distinguish whether the wizard is someone else pretending to use it.

"Oh...hehehehe..." After putting his hair on the silverware and observing for a long time, Ollivander looked at Iger and let out a strange laugh, with an inexplicable enthusiasm on his face: "Little What's your name, sir?"

Iger curled his lips: "Reger Jackson."

Ollivander was startled, and then gave a dry laugh: "If I remember correctly, this is the name of the newborn young master of the Jackson family, but unfortunately..."

"You know too much." Iger's voice was cold, and he interrupted Ollivander with a light wave of his hand. He didn't expect that the old man knew his parents.

Ollivander smiled awkwardly, and stopped talking. He carefully lifted the black hair in front of him and put it in a small box, then turned to look at the two of them.

"To be honest, this is the second time I've seen this kind of core material. The first time was when I was young..." Ollivander looked at Iger, his voice full of excitement.

"How long will it take?" Iger asked.

"One week at the latest." Ollivander bowed slightly to the two, and then looked at Aisha stretching out his hand to signal: "Come on little girl, I need to measure it for you."

"How much is the wand?" Iger asked aloud.

"No Mr. Money..." Ollivander smiled cheerfully, "Such a precious core is what I wish for, of course, if you must pay me, I hope..."

As he said that, Ollivander laughed dryly, rubbed his thin hands, and his eyes fell on the box containing the hair.

Iger hesitated for a moment,

Immediately, he tore off two hairs and handed them out: "The hair can be given to you, but I have conditions."

Ollivander was stunned for a moment, and looked at Iger suspiciously.

"One day, I will come to fetch two hairs and two wands." Iger said flatly, "You can't sell them to others."

"Ah...of course." Ollivander nodded.

"And... I hope they're comparable to the Elder Wand," Iger said softly.

"This..." Ollivander hesitated when he heard this.

"I don't think... my hair is no match for the tail feathers of a Thestral..." Iger snorted.

Ollivander gritted his teeth immediately: "I will try my best."

Iger nodded and handed the hair to Ollivander.

"Also... one day if you know my identity, don't rush to give me the wand, I will pick it up by myself then." Iger reminded.

"Ah... yes, yes." Ollivander looked at Iger suddenly: "But I hope I will still be alive by then..."

"Don't worry, you're still alive." Iger pouted.

People in the wizarding world generally live long lives. Except for Voldemort who pursues immortality, the rest of the old men live longer than the other...

How ironic...

When the two left Ollivander's small broken shop, Iger brought Aisha to Gringotts again. After Iger dumped a mountain of gold in the hall, all the goblins in Gringotts went crazy After getting up, they rushed to serve Iger one by one, with a good attitude, they almost regarded Iger as their own father...

A whole small gold mountain was deposited into Aisha's account by Iger. Iger reckoned that the money was probably enough for Aisha to live comfortably for a lifetime.

However, Aisha didn't seem very happy. As soon as the two came out of Gringotts, Aisha's face was pale, and she pursed her mouth and said nothing.

"What's wrong?" Iger noticed Aisha's expression and asked with concern.

"Brother Wizard, are you going to be away for a long time..." Aisha sniffed, raised her small face and looked at Iger with tears in her eyes.

"It won't be long." Iger laughed: "When you grow up soon, we will meet again."

Aisha pursed her lips, trying not to cry, and nodded vigorously upon hearing this.

"Be happy." Iger cheerfully rubbed Aisha's little head, and looked at a clothing store that held a store celebration in front: "Don't think about it, let's go buy clothes."

"Yeah." Aisha nodded hummingly, grabbed Iger's hand and followed behind Iger.

"Mrs. Mojin's robe store celebrates its 10th anniversary..." Iger read softly while looking at the banner at the door of the store, and then his eyes fell on a group of beautiful models invited by the door of the robe store. Iger whistled subconsciously.

When the whistle sounded, there was a faint sound of pursing lips suddenly beside Iger.

Turning her head to look at little Aisha in embarrassment, the little girl frowned and snorted, then looked at the beauties in front of her with displeasure.

"Brother wizard likes that?" Aisha muttered angrily.

Iger was suddenly embarrassed.

As soon as the voice fell, the model witch standing in position c in front of her gently lifted her robe, and a bright red short skirt appeared in front of the two of them. They stepped on a pair of red high heels under their white and slender thighs, feeling the attraction of being attracted to her. Looking at her eyes, the gorgeous woman giggled, her smile was proud and sexy.

"I'm okay... I don't like Yazi very much..."

That's what I said, but Iger's eyes are almost glued.

This girl looks like Aisha ten years later...

Little Aisha beside her looked sourly at Iger who was covered with a hood and couldn't see his face clearly. She could feel where Iger's eyes were staying at this time, turned her head to look at the gorgeous girl, and then stretched out her little hand to pat her chest. After clapping, the little girl suddenly sighed weakly.

Iger turned his head and looked at Aisha's appearance, and he couldn't help laughing. He dragged Aisha all the way into Madam Malkin's robe shop.

"Welcome, my dears." At this time, Mrs. Mojin was still looking like a sexy girl, and she hadn't changed into the chubby figure of ten years later. Seeing the two of them entering the room, she immediately opened up enthusiastically: " The two of you choose clothes?"

"Her." Iger patted Aisha's little head lightly, and pushed the little girl to the front.

"What style do you like, dear?" Mrs. Malkin immediately touched Aisha's pretty little face cheerfully. It seemed that she liked Aisha very much.

Aisha looked at the colorful clothes on the shelf, and shrank back somewhat awkwardly, and Iger felt distressed for a while.

"We want everything." Iger said softly.

"All...all?" Mrs. Malkin stared at Iger in a daze.

"Yes." Iger nodded slightly, took out a small bag from his pocket and threw it on the table aside: "Here is five hundred Galleons."

Madam Malkin's breath stopped suddenly. The impact of 500 Galleons was too much for her. Not to mention the magic world at this time, even the magic world ten years later, 500 Galleons is not a small amount.

You know, the twins both opened a store in Diagon Alley for less than a thousand Galleons.

"Every year from now on, whenever there are new clothes." Iger said softly: "We have to order one."

Mrs. Malkin was stunned for a moment, and then burst into uncontrollable ecstasy.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Iger threw out another small bag: "I'll give you another five hundred, and we will treat you well."

Mrs. Mojin was so excited that she was going crazy, she quickly nodded and agreed.

"I hope you can keep your word, I will notify Dumbledore." Iger nodded slightly.

That's what I said, but Iger didn't intend to tell Dumbledore that the future Aisha really has enough food and clothing, and the closet is full. It seems that Mrs. Malkin has fulfilled the promise very well.

"What do we do next?"

After measuring Aisha's height and weight, and making an appointment to pick up the clothes, Iger took Aisha out of Mrs. Malkin's robe shop. Aisha turned her head and looked at Iger curiously.

Little Aisha now adores Iger with all her heart.

The wizard brother is too powerful!

Handsome, strong, rich, and a domineering president, the little girl's teenage heart is gradually overflowing and out of control...

Iger looked at the noisy and lively Diagon Alley in front of him and smiled softly: "You have everything here!"