Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger blinked and looked at Emily curiously: "How did you get this thing?"

"The town just now was called Brasov." Emily said seriously.

Iger: "???"

"Brasov is also known as the hometown of vampires. You are a wizard, so you don't even know about this?" Emily looked at Iger speechlessly.

"Oh~" Iger suddenly realized.

"It is said that Dracula once lived in that place, but since the blood race was slaughtered hundreds of years ago, this place has lost its meaning. What I didn't expect was that the evil key was placed here blatantly. ..." Emily muttered: "The value of this thing is too high, and the person who holds the evil key can draw a steady stream of magic power from it, and can also enhance their own strength."

Iger pouted: "It's no use..."

My brother has so much magical power that he can overflow with a hiccup...

"It's useless to you..." Emily sighed slightly: "This thing is hidden in the basement of a clock tower. I don't think there are no vampires who have been to that town, so it should be because of my blood clan status. Your blood, so I can feel its presence."

Iger raised his eyelids: "So what are you going to do now? Are you looking for the gate of hell?"

"Not looking for it." Emily shook her head slightly: "Why are you looking for that thing..."

"Emmm... why don't you give me that thing?" Iger thought for a while, and he felt that it was best not to leave the key to the gate of hell in the hands of others.

"Here~" Emily threw a small box over casually.

Iger reached out to take the box, blinked his eyes, and was a little dazed: "Why did you give it so happily?"

Emily raised her chin: "If you rob me, I can't stop it..."

"???" Egger yelled angrily, "Am I that kind of person?"

"Well..." Emily flattened her mouth, as if she didn't like Iger's fierce look.

"Hold it!" Iger shoved the box into Emily's hand: "Let's do it again, correct your attitude, how about giving me the box?"

"No.

Emily turned and stuffed the box into her pocket.

"???" Iger's eyes widened: "Why didn't you give it again?"

"Didn't you say you won't grab it?" Emily looked at Iger aggrievedly.

"I changed my mind, give me the box!" Iger was full of arrogance.

"Cut..." Throwing the box to Iger casually, Emily looked sullen.

"Are you going to open the gates of hell?" Emily looked at Iger.

"No, why open that thing..." Iger curled his lips: "It's just that it's not good if it is opened by someone else. If the devil invades our world, what serious consequences will it have? It's not an exaggeration to say that people will die Bar?"

Emily looked at the horns on Iger's head, and nodded thoughtfully.

Iger had a black line on his face: "My intuition tells me that you were thinking about something bad just now."

"I'm not, I don't." Emily waved her hands quickly.

"You have it!" Iger snorted: "Where are you going to go next? Back to Greece?"

"I don't really want to go back...I don't even know the cubs in the family..." Emily squatted by the old tree root a little disappointed: "They all just hang my last name, none of them are my cubs..."

Iger looked at the little girl's lost look and sighed slightly in his heart: "Why don't you go to Hogwarts?"

"Is it possible?" Emily's eyes lit up: "Can I still go to school when I'm two hundred years old?"

Iger: "..."

forget it…

"If you don't mind, I can get you a house in the Forbidden Forest." Iger thought about it.

Well, being neighbors with Hagrid...

A vampire, a half-giant...

We should be able to talk, right?

Emily held her chin in thought for a long time, then nodded happily. So far, among the people who are still alive, she only knows Iger. If she goes to Hogwarts, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept?

"Okay, where are you going now?" Emily looked at Iger eagerly.

"It's already here, I have to do something." Iger sighed: "Do you want to go together?"

"I'd better stay in the box for a few days..." Emily thought for a while.

She likes Iger's box very much, the scenery inside is quite good, and there is a delicate little tent.

"Okay." Iger set out the box, and Emily opened the box and jumped in. Before Iger could close the box, Emily flew up again with her wings flapping, looking at Iger with horror: "Inside Why is there a fire dragon?"

"Oh... just caught, what's the problem?" Iger looked careless.

"It's a big problem, okay?" Emily stared with displeasure on her face, "I was scared to death just now."

"Aren't you the Duke?" Iger didn't forget how Emily looked when she was hunting: "Afraid of a fire dragon, go in and face it."

"I'm not going, it's too noisy." Emily muttered sullenly: "I'll follow you, what are you going to do?"

Iger: "Catch the dragon."

Emily: "..."

Why are you still in a fight with the dragon?

The Hungarian Horntail is currently the largest known species of Charmander. For comparison, the length of the Basilisk is about the same as that of a regular Charmander, about 20 feet, and the slightly larger species is 30 feet. The Hungarian Horntail Bees are common at fifty feet.

"It's so big..." Iger secretly looked at the Hungarian Horntail in the distance behind a dirt bag, and couldn't help smacking his lips.

If you compare the data, you can’t feel anything. It seems that thirty feet and fifty feet are about the same, but you will find out when you actually see it. It’s probably equivalent to the feeling of Yao Ming and Guo Jingming standing together...

"What are you going to do?" Emily stuck her head out from behind the dirt bag.

"On the front..." Iger picked up the staff casually: "Do you want to go together?"

Emily's little head shook rapidly: "I'm not going..."

"Are you afraid?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

Emily was a little annoyed: "It's not that I can't beat it, it's just that this thing does look a little unfriendly, a little scary..."

"Okay..." Iger nodded, he could understand this mentality.

To use an analogy, the same combat strength is 10,000, but the family is twice as tall and twice as strong as you, so anyone would be flustered...

One turned over and rushed out from behind the mound. Iger held a staff and looked at the Hungarian hornet lying in front of him: "Hey, boy?"

The fire dragon suddenly turned its head to look at Iger, and Iger noticed that there were still a few eggs in the hornet's nest...

"Okay, girl..." Iger looked at the fire dragon apologetically, before raising the staff in his hand, a thick pillar of fire was sprayed towards him.

I flash~

With a bang, the dirt bag behind her was scorched black by the breath, and Emily's voice came out faintly: "Can you stay away from me...?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Iger grinned apologetically, and a flash appeared in the sky above the Horntail, and the staff in his hand drew a beautiful arc: "Suppression in all directions!"

Boom!

Hundreds of thick iron chains rose from the ground, surrounding the Horntail like black pythons. In the next second, dozens of thick iron chains tightened suddenly, and the Horntail roared violently up.

"Hey... Puff~"

Before the roar was over, Iger casually threw a huge stone into the Horntail's mouth: "It's over..."

Emily poked her head out from behind the dirt bag quietly, and smacked her lips in shock: "You are really strong..."

"It's okay..." Iger clapped his hands. Iger is used to others' praise of his strength. In contrast, he prefers to hear girls say: You are so big, you are so long, you are so tough...

Big, refers to maturity, long, refers to foresight, hard, refers to character...

Absolutely nothing else...