Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Thinking of this, Iger didn't hesitate anymore, and appeared behind everyone in a flash.

Perhaps it was because everyone was in black robes, but the people in the venue didn't realize that there was an unexpected guest behind them at some point. Iger picked up the staff casually, and the golden staff slowly turned into a ghost in his hand. A huge golden hammer with a large handle.

"Gryffindor..." Iger muttered in a low voice, and slammed a hammer on the back of a man in black.

"Who?" A shout came from the front, and Iger was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that this group of wizards surrounded the fire dragon, and there were actually a group of people on the side and behind the fire dragon. Iger's wild hammer just now was just right. It fell into the eyes of this group of people.

"Latent failure..." sighed faintly, and Iger looked disappointed: "Thousands of bullets are fired..."

As the sound fell, the sand and gravel on the ground within a radius of 100 meters was pulled up by an inexplicable force, and shot towards the people in the field with a piercing whistling sound. A black sandstorm-like scene filled the center of the field in an instant.

Puff puff…

There was a sound as if something had been smashed, and after a few seconds, there was no wizard standing in the venue.

boom!

A scorching breath spewed towards Iger, and with a flick of the warhammer in Iger's hand, the flaming breath in front of him disappeared without a trace like a bubble burst.

"Suppression from all directions."

Iger muttered softly, and in an instant, the black iron chains all over the sky attacked the horned dragon, and within two or three seconds, the horned dragon was tightly wrapped by the iron chain like a zongzi.

On the ground, a group of men in black robes stared at Iger's spellcasting in amazement, and even forgot to shout for a while.

"Let's go." Iger took out the box and waved to the fire dragon wrapped in rice dumplings in the field, and the fire dragon was stuffed into the box with a whoosh.

"Who are you... Hiss..." A black-robed man looked at Iger eagerly, and wanted to stand up, as if he had pulled a wound, he took a breath of air and sat back.

"Who are you?" Iger looked at the bloody wizards on the ground who were beaten by sand and stones, and asked expressionlessly.

Because he put his hood on before coming here, Iger is confident that no one here will recognize him.

The man in black robe was stunned: "You haven't answered my question yet..."

Iger sneered suddenly when he heard the words: "Why should I answer your question?"

The man in black: "???"

"answer me,

Who are you? "Iger pointed at the warhammer in his hand, and the black-robed man shrank his neck, as if he was scared of being beaten...

"We are from the Fire Dragon Research Base..." the man in black said so.

Boom!

The man in black robe was knocked out with a hammer, and Iger pointed the hammer in his hand to the next man in black robe: "Who are you?"

"We are poachers." Black-robed man No. 2 is very honest...

Iger nodded in satisfaction. He didn't really care whether the other party was from the research base or a poacher, but in this situation, he must be a poacher...

"Do you realize your mistake?" Iger looked cheerfully at No. 2, the man in black.

"Understood." The second black-robed man was very timid.

Iger nodded again, and the warhammer in his hand slowly changed back to the staff.

The man in black robe No. 2 looked at the staff in Iger's hand in a daze, and finally couldn't help but asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Poison Egg?"

"You are a poisonous egg, your whole family is a poisonous egg." Iger stared at him suddenly: "I tell you, don't slander good people!"

Black-robed man No. 2: "..."

Iger snorted and glanced at the man again: "So what if I am? What if I am not?"

Listen to what we said, you don't look like a good person...

"My lord, our children adore you very much, can you sign for me?" The No. 2 man in black looked at Iger eagerly.

Aiger suddenly looked bewildered.

Big brother, why are you beaten up like this and even asked me for my autograph?

Holding his chin and thinking about it, Iger felt that there was nothing wrong with it: "Bring a pen."

"Okay, okay." The man's face brightened immediately, and he hurriedly took out a quill from his pocket, and took out a notebook.

Iger took the pen and paper, flicked it wildly on it, and threw the notebook back casually: "Take it."

"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord." The man was flattered, and then saw Iger's figure disappear in place with a snap.

He happily opened the book, and turned to the page signed by Iger just now, and a line of English letters came into the man's eyes.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore…

The man in black: "???"

It's fine if you sign the wrong name, but why don't you sign with your full name?

It's quite watery...

Iger doesn't know what he thinks, but in the magic world, things like names are not just signed casually.

Some magic contracts will take effect automatically when signed, and Iger is not a person like Gilderoy Lockhart who wants to sign his name on toilet paper...

Seeing a giant dragon get into his pocket, Iger spread his wings and flew towards Hungary, the next door country. Before he flew far, he felt a powerful wave of magic rising in the distance.

Scratching his head with some doubts, Iger felt that he had better go and have a look. After all, all relatives and friends are in this country, and it would be bad if something went wrong...

Immediately, he didn't hesitate anymore, and flew towards the direction where the magic power came from with a flap of his wings.

In the distance, a town full of fairy tales appeared in Iger's field of vision. The houses in the town were colorful and varied. Iger flew all the way into the town, and the residents of the town at night seemed not to be disturbed. This surge of magical fluctuations affected, but in the distance, a wizard can already be seen flying from a distance on a broom, probably the local Auror on duty.

Before Iger could find a place to land, a figure with wings flapped in front of him hurriedly flew towards Iger.

Iger was stunned for a moment, and when the visitor pressed Iger, he was also stunned for a moment.

"Emily?" Iger looked at Emily who was hurrying away suspiciously: "What's the situation?"

"Leave here first." The little girl looked a little nervous, as if she didn't mean to say anything, so Iger had to follow Emily all the way away.

"You're flying too slowly." The two flew out for nearly a hundred miles, and Iger pressed Emily's shoulder: "Apparate."

After all, the figures of the two disappeared into the air with a snap, and appeared in a forest somewhere in Hungary hundreds of kilometers away.

"Huh..." Emily looked flustered, and when she saw that the two had left the place, she was relieved and sat down under an old tree: "I found that thing."

"Congratulations." Iger shrugged indifferently.

"Don't you want to know what it is?" Emily looked at Iger eagerly: "Maybe it has something to do with you."

Iger suddenly came to the spirit: "What is it?"

"Have you heard of the Sanctuary?" Emily sniffed, adjusted her mood and said softly.

Iger pouted: "I've only heard of the Deathly Hallows..."

"There are thirteen holy artifacts in the legend." Emily did not argue with Iger, but calmed down her inner excitement, and turned to look at Iger: "The most valuable one is the evil key. According to legend, it has With powerful magic power, it is also the key to open the gate of hell!"