Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Arriving at the Department of Mysteries under the Ministry of Magic again, Iger greeted Tito, turned the time switch and left.

The weird fleeting feeling around him reappeared, and after a while, things around him slowly returned to their normal state.

The moment the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, Iger looked forward. Right in front of him, a figure with horns on his head was slowly disappearing.

"This feeling is really amazing." Iger grinned, muttering with interest.

Tito glanced at Iger, turned around and returned to the office again.

Shrugging his shoulders, Iger turned and left the Department of Mysteries, and sat on the elevator going up and down the Ministry of Magic.

I took the elevator from the ninth basement floor all the way to the Auror headquarters on the second basement floor. Iger's appearance seemed to attract a lot of attention. From time to time, people rushed up to say hello to Iger, hoping to get acquainted with Iger.

Dealing with the people around him gracefully, Iger finally got away from the crowd and stood at the door of the Auror headquarters.

The atmosphere in Auror's office didn't seem to be much different from the corridor outside. Perhaps because it belonged to the executive department, the headquarters was very lively at this time.

Dangdang knocked on the door of the office, and the originally noisy environment in the room suddenly quieted down. The corners of Iger's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes looked softly at Aisha behind Scrimgeour in the innermost part of the office.

"Excuse me." Iger grinned, and the people around him yelled again, as if no one noticed Iger.

Scrimgeour's face was like a black pot, and he seemed very unwelcome to Iger's arrival.

But I can't help it, I have to endure it...

"Why are you here?" Seeing Iger's figure appearing at the door of the office, Aisha ran out in a hurry, looking at Iger with surprise in her eyes.

"I missed you, are you free?" Iger looked at Aisha with a smile, and then realized that before he knew it, his height was about to catch up with Aisha.

Aisha is 1.7 meters tall, while the fourteen-year-old Iger is already in his early 1.6 meters.

"Of course, I seem to be the only one who has the most free time in the whole department. Rufus is not willing to hand over the work to me..." Aisha gave Iger a reproachful look, and Aisha couldn't help but chuckled.

"Then let's go.

"Iger stretched out his hand and gently grabbed Aisha's arm, and the figures of the two disappeared in place with a snap.

The figures of the two had just disappeared, and the originally noisy office was quiet again. A group of Aurors looked at each other, and couldn't help turning their heads to look at their office director.

Scrimgeour's face darkened even more...

Unlike the slippery Fudge, Scrimgeour was of the serious and old-fashioned type, which was why he hadn't been able to compete with Fudge in the first place.

But to Iger, his thoughts are not important...

A few seconds later, at the door of the Leaky Cauldron, there was a crisp sound in the air, and the figures of Iger and Iger emerged from the air.

"God, blatant absenteeism..." Aisha sighed helplessly: "I can probably imagine Rufus' face."

"Then he has to bear with me." Iger curled his lips: "What's there to say about the job that I can't do, how much money do I invest in the Ministry of Magic every year? Is this a privilege yet?"

Aisha: "..."

It's not easy for bribery to be so high-ranking as you said...

The two walked into the bar, and Tom immediately arranged a room wisely, brought a bottle of whiskey and a few plates of snacks, and then left cheerfully.

"I like this bar very much." Iger looked at the closed door and grinned: "Although it's a bit broken, old Tom is good at business."

"Of course..." Aisha looked at Iger with a smile on her chin: "No one in the magic world doesn't like this place."

Iger nodded, this is true.

As the end or entrance of Diagon Alley, the popularity of Old Tom's bar is unmatched by other bars. The only one in the whole of England that can match it is probably Hogsmeade's Three Broomsticks.

"Tell me, why do you suddenly want to come to me?" Aisha rested her chin and looked at Iger, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her smile was sly like a little fox.

"emmm..." Iger poured a glass of whiskey, picked it up and took a sip, then let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned back on the chair leisurely: "I just came back from fourteen years ago..."

Aisha's smile froze for a moment, and she looked at Iger with resentful eyes: "For you, it's an instant journey, but I have been waiting for more than five years..."

Iger grinned in embarrassment: "Time conversion is a big deal, I can't use it too frequently, even I have to report here before using the converter."

Iger is telling the truth, and he can't guarantee that there will be no problems if he uses the Time Converter many times. If one is not paying attention and gets lost in the long river of time, it will be over...

Aisha chuckled, and gently pushed Iger: "I'm kidding you, I'm not angry."

Iger smirked, took another sip of wine, and then looked at Aisha apologetically: "I'm sorry about the uncle and aunt... If I can go a little earlier..."

"It's okay." Aisha smiled softly: "It's fate, it's not your fault."

Even so, Iger still saw a trace of disappointment on Aisha's face, Iger moved the chair, reached out and hugged Aisha gently: "You still have me."

The corners of Aisha's mouth curled up, and she pulled Iger's face with her hands and kissed her.

There was a chirp, very loud.

"Now... is there anything you want to say to me?" Aisha stared at Iger's face with burning eyes.

"emmm..." Iger's mouth twitched: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long..."

Seeing Iger's appearance, Aisha bit her lip, and then chuckled lightly: "You really don't know how to chat..."

"I think so too." Iger grinned awkwardly.

"You should coax me at this time." Aisha looked at Iger seriously.

"I'm not very good at coaxing people." Iger's face collapsed, and he muttered.

"How could you coax me when I was young?" Aisha laughed, pinching Iger's nose reluctantly.

"Isn't that a child..." Iger dodged Aisha's entanglement: "Besides, you look different now than when you were ten years old..."

"What? You prefer my ten-year-old appearance?" Aisha narrowed her eyes and gently pinched Iger's chin.

"How is it possible...hahaha..." Aisha's ten-year-old appearance flashed in his mind, and Iger grinned awkwardly.

I'm not Lolicon, I'm not Lolicon, Amitabha, be kind...

Aisha wrinkled her nose, snorted unobtrusively, then rolled her eyes, turned her head to look at Iger and smirked: "Then let's communicate in another way..."

His head was close to Iger's ear, and Aisha's warm sniff made Iger's heart skip a beat.

Looking at Iger's face infatuatedly, her white lotus-like arms gently wrapped around Iger's shoulders, Aisha said softly, "Brother Wizard?"

Iger: "!!!"

Fuck, where did the little goblin come from?

Hey! Goblin, eat my grandson!