Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The news of Grindelwald's jailbreak caused a stir in the entire European magic world, but compared to the magic world where public opinion fermented, Iger and his party were relatively calmer.

The three of them were in a mountain range at the junction of Sweden and Norway. Fortunately, there were these two different dragon species in this mountain range.

The Norwegian Ridgeback and the Swedish Short-Snouted Dragon lived in similar environments.

What's interesting is that the Norwegian Ridgeback looks very similar to the Horntail. Except for its smaller size and the black jade-colored spine that looks like a towering spine, there is not much difference between the two.

So far, Aiger Yijing has captured all four fire dragons.

At this time, Iger's suitcase has become the habitat of fire dragons. Each of the four fire dragons occupies a corner, spewing flames from time to time, leaving only a black and white striped dementor shivering alone by the tent in the center.

It can't afford to offend any of the four bosses next to it.

In contrast, the egg tart who also lived in the suitcase felt fine, and the four fire dragons ignored him. Of course, it could not be ruled out that it was too small to notice.

Huanghua has already moved out of the suitcase, Fenghuang is naturally quiet, and the four new tenants are too noisy for Xiaofenghuang.

When Huanghua appeared next to Iger, Grindelwald's expression was very exciting. It was the first time he saw someone other than the Dumbledore family own a phoenix, which also made his evaluation of Iger even better. Floors.

In fact, Grindelwald's evaluation of Iger at this time has been infinitely high. I saw a fourteen-year-old boy suppressing a fire dragon while talking and laughing. The wizard couldn't help feeling dazzled, too.

Grindelwald looked at Iger's eyes more and more appreciatively. Of course, the boy in front of him was not without flaws.

For example, the other party's salty fish-like character made Grindelwald very helpless.

You said that you are already so strong, why can't you be a little bit ambitious?

"So... where are we going now?" Grindelwald turned to look at Iger.

"Go back to England." Iger shrugged. He originally wanted to take Hermione and a group of people out to experience a perfect holiday trip, but he mistakenly recorded the Black Sea as the Dead Sea, and had to go out and catch a few dragons himself...

"I was curious before, what are you doing catching fire dragons? In my impression, there is only one person who is interested in doing such a thing. Of course, he has never caught fire dragons..." Grindelwald said leisurely.

"Next year, the school will reopen the Triwizard Tournament. Originally, I wanted to rent fire dragons, but I accidentally killed three fire dragons. They said they would not rent them. If they wanted to rent them, they would ask me to take out at least three Fire dragon as compensation." Iger curled his lips.

"You want to make up?" Emily looked at Iger suspiciously, this is not like the other party's style.

"Compensation for the fart..." Iger snorted coldly: "Do you really think I have no temper? The four fire dragons are all mine, and I won't rent them... I also got the map of the fire dragon's habitat. Let them play by themselves."

Iger snorted slightly, your own fire dragon rioted, and I helped you, so it's fine if you don't appreciate it, but you still want to pinch me?

Is Lao Tzu something you can handle?

The corner of Grindelwald's mouth curled up: "That's right."

He found that Iger was not that kind of salty and hopeless, at least he was quite angry.

The three returned to England all the way, and the journey to catch the dragon came to an end.

All the way to the Leaky Cauldron, Grindelwald looked at the old bar with his hands behind his back in amazement: "The last time I came, it was a long time ago, and the changes here don't seem to be very big."

"Of course..." Iger smiled: "This bar has been open for hundreds of years..."

"What are we doing here?" Emily looked around at the crowd. All three of them were wearing a big black cloak, which isolated them from the prying eyes of outsiders. The cloak was exclusively sponsored by Iger...

"Get a wand for the old man first." Iger smiled,

Leading the two of them through the Leaky Cauldron and all the way to Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"Good afternoon, is anyone there?" As soon as he entered the door, the old wind chimes jingled, and Iger yelled.

"Some..." Ollivander's figure came out from behind the shelf: "Long time no see, Mr. Morrises..."

Iger was taken aback for a moment: "How did you recognize me?"

"Um..." Ollivander smiled awkwardly: "I don't know if you know that when you wear a hood, your horns will push the hood up two bags..."

Iger: "..."

A burst of suppressed laughter came from behind. Emily and Grindelwald were laughing in a low voice, and Iger was a little embarrassed.

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Iger didn't bother to hide it: "I'm here to get the wand, the two I left here at the beginning."

Ollivander nodded suddenly, laughed, and ran happily behind the shelf for a while, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and finally found two dusty boxes in a corner.

"These two." Ollivander's voice sounded a little excited, and there was a fiery light in his eyes.

Iger gently opened a box, and Ollivander's voice sounded: "Ah... the acacia wood and your hair... fourteen and one-third inches, a weird wand with extremely powerful power at the same time, Personally, I feel that this wand is more suitable for you.”

Iger took out his wand, sparks shot out from the tip of the wand, and the slender wand twirled swiftly following Iger's mind.

Gently handing the wand to Grindelwald, Iger raised his eyebrows: "Try?"

Grindelwald smiled, reached out to take the wand, flipped the wand with his thin and slender fingers, and the slender wand stayed gently in Grindelwald's hand.

"It's really rare. I tried to use this wand to set off a small firework, but it only emitted a foul smell..." Ollivander looked at Grindelwald with deep eyes: "If you want to control it, except You must have extraordinary talent, and you must also have superb control, it seems that it is also very suitable for you."

Gently playing with the wand in his hand, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows slightly: "I can feel it, it's very strong..."

"How about the Old Wand?" Iger looked at Grindelwald curiously.

"I don't know, but even if it's bad, it shouldn't be too bad." Putting the wand in his pocket, Grindelwald laughed softly: "Thank you, little friend, I like it very much."

"Look at the other one..." Iger casually took out the wand from the second box. The moment he saw the wand, Iger raised his eyebrows.

There is no other reason, the wand in front of me is so familiar with its knuckles...

"That's right, elderberry..." Ollivander looked at the wand in Iger's hand with fiery eyes: "Thirteen inches, devil's hair..."

"It's amazing, all the bad luck has been taken..." Iger looked at the wand in his hand and grinned.

"That's right, that's right...Of course, I'm not saying that elderberry is unlucky, it's an excellent wand wood, and it's also the most picky wand wood for wizards." Ollivander nodded cheerfully. Head: "How do you feel?"

"emmm..." Iger waved his wand, "It's like a part of the body..."

A warm wind blew in the room, and Iger looked at the wand in his hand in amazement.

"This is undoubtedly one of the most successful wands in my wand-making career..." Ollivander looked at the wand in Iger's hand with deep eyes: "The elderberry is so harsh to its master that it cannot thrive, no matter if you hold a wand How long does an elder wand take a great wizard to do..."

"This also leads to the fact that the wizards who can control them are very extraordinary." Ollivander muttered to himself.

"I still feel comfortable with the hammer..." Iger muttered softly.

"Why don't you give it to me?" Grindelwald laughed cheerfully.

Iger glanced at the old man behind him.

Are you thinking of peaches…

"In other words, this wand is not very loyal?" Iger looked at Ollivander.

"It is undeniable that the elder wand does have some of these properties..." Ollivander smiled awkwardly.

Some?

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched, the person who died because of the Elder Wand can't be described in words...

"But the core of the stick is your hair, so I think its loyalty should also be very high." Ollivander looked at Iger seriously.

Iger snorted, noncommittal.

Harry's wand core or Fox's tail feathers, do you think Fox can use it?