Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

No longer caring about the bundled hornet, Iger happily rushed into the dragon's nest, reaching out to pick up a huge dragon egg.

It was the first time he had seen a dragon egg, and the real dragon egg was not as beautiful or delicate as the movies he had seen in his previous life.

The dragon egg is about the size of a basketball, but its shape is similar to that of an ordinary bird's egg. It is a big lump of gray and very hot.

No, it should be said that it is quite hot, and Emily on the side almost cried...

Iger found that the devil was really rough-skinned and thick-skinned. Holding such a hot dragon egg in his hand didn't seem to make much sense.

"Dragon egg..." Iger grinned and turned to look at Emily: "Try it?"

"I won't eat..." Emily looked at Iger in shock, the mother is right next to him, you want to eat his baby?

Wow, you really are a devil!

"Roar…"

The roar of the dragon sounded again, but this time there was no more fierceness just now. The Horntail looked at Iger with pleading eyes, whimpered in a low voice, and sucked in and out with its big nose full of scales, as if it was Pray for Aiger to let its baby go.

Iger pursed his mouth, looked at the gray dragon egg in his hand, and at the Horntail not far away who was staring at him eagerly, and suddenly lost his appetite.

Casually put the dragon's nest into the tent, Iger stuffed the Horntail in, and stuffed a few dragon eggs under the hornet's buttocks under the grateful gaze of the Horntail, and Iger crawled out of the tent sullenly.

"Mother's love..." Iger was a little disappointed.

"Can't tell, you're actually kind?" Emily laughed as she looked at Iger.

"I'm already kind!" Iger was unhappy.

"Who knows, you are usually so fierce and unreasonable." Emily giggled.

"What do little girls know about movies?" Iger sneered: "This is called having a tiger in your chest, sniffing the rose carefully."

"I'm not a little girl. I'm already two hundred years old. According to my age, I can be your grandma!" Emily looked unhappy.

"Grandma?" Iger smacked his lips, then muttered in Chinese in a low voice: "It sounds exciting..."

"You bastard,

Listen, are you speaking human language? "Emily yelled suddenly, speaking in half-baked Chinese.

"You can speak Chinese?" Iger was surprised.

"I've lived for two hundred years, can't I understand if I don't understand?" Emily looked at Iger and stuck out her tongue: "Bah, bah, your thoughts are really dirty."

"I don't understand, this is a man." Iger smiled.

Emily snorted angrily and ignored him.

"Let's go, next stop." Iger laughed cheerfully.

"Where are you going next?" Emily looked at Iger.

"emmm..." Iger took out the map from his pocket: "We will pass through Austria, pass through Germany, and head to Sweden..."

"Disapparation?" Emily reached out and took Iger's arm.

"No, let's fly." Iger took off Emily's little hand, and left the Dragon's Nest in a chic gesture of being lonely: "I heard that there is a very interesting place in Austria, and I want to take a look. .”

"Where?" Emily hurried to follow.

"Numengard..." Iger laughed, "One of the two most famous prisons in Europe, where the first Dark Lord was imprisoned."

Unlike Azkaban, which is an isolated island on the sea, Nurmengard is located near an inconspicuous small forest in Austria. Although the geographical location is different, the degree of eerieness is not much different, except that Nurmengard De doesn't have that big blockbuster of dementors.

This prison was once also known as the Nurmengard Concentration Camp, and it was used by Grindelwald to detain wizards who opposed him. Changed and changed, it became his own wizarding prison.

Boom!

A muffled sound sounded, and Iger knocked out a prison guard with a hammer, and there was no one standing where he passed.

"The lurking was very successful..." Iger muttered in a low voice, and the two got into the prison all the way.

"You call this lurking?" Emily looked at the large group of guards who fell behind her speechlessly.

"Don't care about those details..." Iger smiled: "I guess that guy must be on the top floor, in one of the most secure cells."

As he said that, Iger's figure kept flickering, quickly flashing past one cell after another.

Soon, there were a few more bangs, and Iger appeared in front of a gloomy big iron gate.

He was sure that this was Grindelwald's cell, because this was already the highest floor, and there was only such a cell on the entire floor, and there were these two guards.

It seems that people in the magic world are really scared by Grindelwald...

But thinking about it, the old man has been imprisoned here for half his life, so he probably doesn't have much fighting power...

"Dangdangdang..."

There was a knock on the door, and Egra passed through the door with a tone of voice: "Hello, is there anyone?"

"Hehehehe..."

A muffled laugh sounded from the door: "Yes."

"Oh..." Iger nodded, stretched out his hand to touch the door, there was a click, and then there was a sound of mechanical operation, and it took a long time for the door to rumble open.

The environment in the room was dark and humid, and Iger couldn't help but frowned slightly: "Excuse me."

"Fortunately, it's not a bother." On a small bed in the corner of the room, an old man with long hair looked at Iger with interest: "Iger Morrissey?"

"You know me?" Iger looked surprised, and he could tell that he was wearing a hood?

"Of course, although many people want me to die, but... they are still willing to provide a newspaper..." Grindelwald laughed.

"Oh...hahaha." Iger scratched his head in embarrassment: "I didn't expect me to be so famous, hahaha..."

Emily looked at Iger speechlessly, can you be more reserved?

"So..." Grindelwald's voice was soft and elegant: "Why did you come to me?"

Originally, Grindelwald thought that Iger came to him for the Elder Wand, but looking at the golden staff floating behind Iger, Grindelwald suddenly felt that the Elder Wand was a bit cheap...

The Dark Lord is not for nothing, at least he still has vision, isn't the big red gemstone on the staff the Sorcerer's Stone!

"It's okay, I'm just curious, let's take a look." Iger grinned.

Grindelwald nodded suddenly, looked past Iger and looked at the fainted guard behind the two: "Ordinary people can't bear your curiosity..."

The old man has a sharp mouth...

Iger smiled. He felt that Grindelwald and Dumbledore were very similar, with the same wise and deep eyes. It is no wonder that these two people are attracted to each other...

emmm, sure enough, I'd better be a layman...

Iger's eyes fell on Grindelwald, and he looked at Grindelwald curiously: "You don't have a detector on your body?"

The magic detector, as the name suggests, is a special bracelet that detects whether a person has cast a spell.

"Ah... I used to have it, but since I passed a hundred years old..." Grindelwald's eyes recalled: "I haven't worn it for me..."

The corners of Iger's mouth twitched. The bosses in this world really can't be provoked, and they will celebrate their 100th and 200th birthdays at every turn. How can this make my 14-year-old cute new love embarrassing?

I'm afraid that if you add up your two lives, you will only live a fraction of others, right?