Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Taking a deep breath, Aisha calmed down the excitement in her heart, sat down calmly on the small stool in front of Iger, and stepped on Iger's shoe-shining toolbox.

"Shine my shoes." Aisha smiled narrowly.

Iger didn't notice the weirdness of the young lady in front of him, but just took care of the new door-to-door business with a happy face.

Feeling Iger's little hands wiping back and forth on the little leather boots, Aisha stared at the face of the little boy in front of her in a daze, her eyes couldn't help being slightly moist.

She really wanted to get up immediately and take the boy in front of her home, but that would not work. After learning the Time Converter, Aisha knew one thing deeply, and she must never reveal the future to the past in any form.

Iger's appearance is the past to him, but it is the future to him. Aisha dare not act rashly.

"Why do you come out to work at such a young age?" Aisha looked softly at Iger, who was seriously polishing his little leather boots.

"I'm an orphan, so I can only support myself and earn some pocket money for myself." Iger was polishing his little leather boots, muttering without raising his head.

Aisha suddenly realized that when Iger said that he had just lost his parents, he probably went back to the past to find out his life experience, right?

It was a wizard after all, and he guessed the whole thing on the whole in an instant.

"Then where do you live now?" Aisha looked at Iger curiously.

"Orphans, of course they live in orphanages." Iger shrugged coolly, with a look of indifference.

"Can your orphanage adopt children?" Aisha's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Of course." Iger nodded, picked up the towel and rubbed it against the little leather boots that had just been oiled.

"I'll raise you?" Aisha blurted out subconsciously.

Iger's concentration on shoe-shining stopped suddenly, and he raised his head stiffly and glanced at the girl in front of him.

Am I wearing it wrong?

This is actually not Britain in the 1980s, but Hong Kong in the 1980s?

Miss, is your name Zhou Moumou?

"Emmm... are you an actor?" Iger timidly looked at the girl in front of him.

"What?" Aisha giggled when she heard the words: "I look good? Like an actor?"

"It's nothing... I just feel that you are quite self-cultivated..." Iger muttered casually, and didn't take the other party's words to heart.

It's not that no one thought about adopting Iger, but Iger rejected them all. Otherwise, it would be easy to find an adoptive family based on Iger's cute appearance.

"I'm serious." Aisha suddenly looked unhappy.

"I just drove away a few gangsters for you, and I can't afford such a reward." Iger waved his hands cheerfully: "Thanks for your patronage, a total of five pence."

Aisha rolled her eyes angrily, took out twenty pounds and stuffed it into Iger's hand.

"I can't find it..." Iger twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.

"The rest is tips." Aisha snorted casually.

It's all your money anyway...

"Too much..." Iger frowned slightly.

In this era, the monthly income of an ordinary adult man is only more than 200 pounds, 20 pounds, which is worth a day and a half of many people's wages.

"If you tell me to take it, you can take it." Aisha looked unhappy, then her eyes fell on Ai Ge's restless little face, and then she looked at Ai Ge's worn clothes. Aisha's nose was slightly sour: "Put the things Pack up and follow me."

Iger was startled, and looked at Aisha with some vigilance: "What are you going to do? Let me tell you that I am a performer but not a person..."

Aisha: "..."

Smelly brother, was he so bad when he was young?

"Come if you are told." Aisha pinched Iger's face suddenly annoyed.

Iger hesitated for a moment, but still put away the small box and stuffed it behind the garbage dump in the alley, and followed Aisha.

If she wants to insult me, I will obey...

Or from it?

Oops, how can I resist with my small body...

Iger's heart was pounding nervously.

Even though he thought so, Iger was still one step away from Aisha very vigilantly, and followed behind her.

All the way to a children's clothing store in the city center, Aisha turned to look at Iger: "Go in."

Iger was startled, not knowing what to do.

"Go in." Aisha grabbed Iger's little hand and led him into the store.

"Hello, both of you, are you buying clothes for this little gentleman?" Behind the counter, a woman in her twenties looked at Iger cheerfully, then squatted down with a chuckle, and pinched Iger's face.

Aisha looked at this familiar scene, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Iger pursed his lips cryptically, and looked at the two women beside him warily.

Just because you pinch my face, I will accuse you of obscenity and you have to obediently let me in...

The UK's laws on the protection of minors have always been very strict, rather than the entire Western countries.

Even if you are a teacher, slapping the palm of your hand is okay, but if you further punish the students, you may even lose your job.

What's more, in Japan, for example, touching a minor without consent is considered an indecent crime...

"His clothes." Aisha nodded slightly.

"What style do you need?" The clerk smiled brightly.

"I don't need..." Iger curled his lips: "No need to buy, let's go."

Aisha stretched out her hand and rubbed Iger's little head, and couldn't help a smile on the corner of her mouth: "We want everything."

Iger: "???"

Looking blankly at Aisha leaving the children's clothing store with bags of clothes, Ai Gege followed behind Aisha anxiously, not knowing what to do.

Aisha snickered at Iger's appearance, and after finding a convenience store to store the clothes, Aisha took Iger's little hand and plunged into the mall.

"Don't buy it, don't buy it..." Iger looked at Aisha and begged: "I can't afford it."

Aisha's heart skipped a beat when she saw Iger's pitiful little face.

I really want to hug and kiss...

"You don't need to pay it back." Aisha said casually.

"Then what else should I buy..." Iger shrank, hoping to drag Aisha away.

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, Aisha pointed to the dazzling array of shelves in front of her and the crowded shopping mall, looked at Iger and laughed: "You have everything here!"

Iger: "???"

What is she trying to do to me?

Is she looking at me?

Do I have to fight back?

By the way, who is she? I don't even know her name...

With a face full of tears, Iger let Aisha drag him around. Seeing bags after bags of things being held by Aisha, Iger sighed helplessly.

Two hours later, Iger, who was completely new from head to toe, sat in a cafe in a daze, holding a glass of lemon juice and staring blankly at the elegant girl drinking coffee in front of him.

"Why did you buy me so many things?" Iger looked puzzled.

"I like it." Aisha raised her chin.

I like you…

"Well..." Iger nodded lazily, he was really rich and willful: "By the way, what's your name..."

Aisha froze for a moment, and then remembered that she hadn't told Iger her name yet.

Thinking of this, Aisha couldn't help giggling, reached out and gently picked Iger's chin, with a smile on her pretty face.

"My name is Elsa, Elsa Smith."