Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

For the people of London, today is obviously not a happy day. A body of energy that comes from nowhere whizzes across the sky of London, wreaking havoc in the streets and alleys.

The huge billboard was scraped lightly, leaving a huge hole, and even the wall below the billboard was cut into deep pits.

On the dilapidated wall, silently poured out thank you for your patronage. After all, seeing the miserable appearance, no one could bear to say it again...

Iger's mind was in chaos, and his eyes were dark. He didn't know what he was doing, but felt a restlessness in his heart.

The panicked screams of people in his ears made Iger gradually come back to his senses. He found that he was flying in the sky at an extremely fast speed, but he couldn't see his body, only the boiling black mist.

stop now!

Iger yelled in panic, and then he dodged and landed in an alley, and the black fog around him gradually disappeared.

Iger gasped in horror, calmed down the throbbing in his heart, and ran away in a panic along the alley.

Just as Iger's figure disappeared, there were two popping sounds in the alley, and two men in robes instantly appeared at Iger's position just now.

"Where did he go?" A dark-faced man looked around: "God... the silent one! This power is really terrifying!"

"Don't worry, Kingsley..." A small man beside him persuaded: "The silent ones are all children, and there is no problem under the condition of not changing, and it is easy to deal with."

Holding his wand, Kingsley glanced helplessly at his colleagues beside him: "Only children will not defeat you, Dawlish..."

"That's why I don't want to go on missions with you, you are too upright..." Dawlish shrugged embarrassingly, and swept his wand around, a series of clear footprints appeared in the alley, and Iger appeared in a panic fleeing In front of the two of them: "Go this way."

...

The showers in the air gradually subsided, but Iger felt chills all over his body.

He didn't dare to go back to the orphanage. The situation just now was too bad. The shops were destroyed and the streets were destroyed by himself. The only thing Iger could do was not to hurt innocent people.

The sound of footsteps came not far behind, and Iger suddenly turned his head to look at the person coming. Before he could see clearly, the person raised his hand to Iger.

"Dizzy!" Pointing a short stick in the man's hand at Iger, Iger suddenly threw himself to the side, avoiding the oncoming red light.

"Don't touch Dawlish!" Kingsley hurriedly stopped Dawlish: "That's just a child!"

Dawlish hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his wand.

Iger looked at the two of them and frowned: "You...are you here to catch me?"

"We need to take you to receive treatment, child." Kingsley stepped forward, trying to show his kindness as much as possible, lest the other party get excited and transform again.

Iger breathed a sigh of relief immediately: "Give me a reason, why should I go with you."

"We are the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. You are a silent person. We need to take you to receive treatment, otherwise it will be very difficult for you to survive. Generally, silent people do not live to be ten years old." Kingsley tried his best to make his words Simpler and clearer.

Iger was taken aback for a moment, Ministry of Magic? Auror? Isn't this from the book?

Passed through by yourself?

Iger looked at the two men in front of him, and he was very receptive, but he was still a little worried and said, "What... are your names?"

"My name is Kingsley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and this is my colleague, Dawlish." Kingsley said kindly.

Done! Order of the Phoenix note...

Iger nodded: "Let's go quickly, lest I die..."

Kingsley was taken aback for a moment, looking at the young man who was on guard just now with some surprise.

"Also... I hope you can help me send a letter to my old dean to let her not worry about me,

There is also a beautiful woman named Aisha Smith, she loves me so much, I must not let her know that I am sick, it is best to tell her that I am going away..." Iger babbled, and the two people on the side Auror stared blankly.

Iger's heart is so bitter!

It's fine if you didn't live past twenty in your previous life, but in this life you can't even live past ten years old, isn't that too much?

God knows what the obscurity is! Didn't the previous life only come to the finale of the Deathly Hallows? Where did the silent ones come from?

Harry Potter VIII: Harry Potter and his son who is less than ten years old?

The name is a bit confusing...

Kingsley looked at the boy in front of him, a little surprised at his calmness, and then stretched out his hand: "Take my hand, we need Apparation."

Iger nodded, stretched out his hand to hold Kingsley's arm, and then a sense of dizziness hit, Iger felt that he was transforming...

It seems that after being squeezed, it was stuffed into the tap water pipe, and then it was flushed into the toilet after a whirl. After the toilet was flushed, there was naturally a burst of refreshment, and then a glass display cabinet in front of it was looking at it gloomyly. The statue inside was startled.

"Where is this?" Iger turned to look at Kingsley.

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illness, although it is a magical hospital, there is no way to treat Moran here. I can only say that it will take you to recuperate." Kingsley smiled.

"Your consolation doesn't make people happy." Iger shook his head: "Where's your colleague?"

"Dawlish? He has to go back to the Ministry of Magic to report. After all, you caused a lot of trouble. You blew up all six streets. Fortunately, no one was killed. It's a miracle!" Kingsley smiled.

"It's the best I can do without hurting other people. It's human effort. It's not a miracle." Iger shook his head.

"This is good news, it means you still have salvation, doesn't it?" Kingsley laughed: "If you can really master Momo and survive, then your future is absolutely limitless, I swear to you , so, don’t die.”

"My life is very hard, and no one can take it away." Iger smiled brightly.

"I hope so, what's your name?" Kingsley looked down at Iger.

"Egg Morrisos." Iger smiled.

"Vicious eggs?" Kingsley was taken aback when he heard that.

"You are the poisonous egg!" Iger kicked Kingsley's thick calf, but the thin and small body did not bring any pain to Kingsley, but made Kingsley think he was very interesting.

"As you can see, Mr. Poisonous Egg needs to check Momoran in his body." Kingsley said looking at the puppet in the glass window.

Iger stared at the puppet closely, and then saw the puppet in front of him nodded slightly.

"Let's go in." Kingsley led Iger to the front, passing through the glass window in front of him, and the surroundings suddenly became extremely noisy.

Iger saw patients with strange shapes queuing up for registration, and when he saw a gloomy wizard holding his big baby in his hand, he suddenly felt that there was something worse in this world than not living to be ten years old, that is Even men can't do it...

"I heard that man was messing around behind his wife's back, and was cut by his wife with a magic spell hahaha..." A little wizard next to him smiled maliciously, winking at Iger and the two of them.

Iger looked at the words on a sign not far away, and smiled awkwardly: "Then he should go to the fifth floor, shouldn't he? Spell damage department?"

"It looks like this..." Kingsley also had a chill, and became even more hesitant about marriage.

"So... which floor should I go to?" Iger looked at the sign.

One hug: Equipment Accident Division.

Second floor: Biohazard Section.

Third floor: Strange Bacteria Infection Department.

Fourth Floor: Potion and Plant Poisoning.

Fifth Floor: Spell Damage Division.

Sixth floor: tea room and shop.

Iger looked at it for a long time but didn't see which category Momo Ran belonged to, then turned to look at Kingsley: "Are we going to the tea room and shop to soothe my heart?"

"We should ask." Kingsley shook his head, then thought for a while and said, "Actually, I have a better place to go than here, but I don't know what that gentleman is doing now."

"Who?" Iger froze.

"Albus Dumbledore." Kingsley laughed: "The greatest white wizard."

After Kingsley's words fell, there was a burst of laughter behind them. The two turned their heads to look, and a tall old man with white beard was looking at them kindly.

"I'm very happy with Kingsley's evaluation of me." Dumbledore smiled, and behind the half-moon glasses, his eyes were full of smiles: "It makes me very glad that I have so much time to find you today."

"Professor Dumbledore..." Kingsley was taken aback for a moment, "Why are you here?"

"Our little friend Iger caused quite a commotion. Visitors from the Ministry of Magic rushed to my office immediately. After all, there have been no silent people for many years..." Dumbledore took a look at Iger, not knowing why, Iger always felt as if he had been stripped of everything, and even the savings of dozens of pounds in his arms seemed to be seen clearly.

Iger is very clear about the existence of the person in front of him. Under the current circumstances, the white bearded old man in front of him should be the strongest boss in the magic world, and the perverted old man is fine and likes to read his mind. Iger will not forget the rumors on the Internet in his previous life Dumbledore is old glass news.

Iger looked at Dumbledore, but his eyes stayed on Dumbledore's gray beard, and he resolutely refused to look at Dumbledore.

But in fact, Iger is really not sure whether the old man in front of him will see what happened in his previous life. Even if he saw it, according to the other party's heart, he might not do anything to a child like himself. Voldemort is unscrupulous, and anyone can take advantage of him, but he still has emotions, not to the extent of attacking an eight-year-old kid because of a memory...

What's more, I am likely to be a kid who will not live to be ten years old.

"You should really come to me, but fortunately, I also guessed that according to your heart, you will definitely bring him here first, Kingsley." Dumbledore smiled and motioned for the two to follow.

Iger never thought that after he came into contact with the magic world, the first place he would go would be St. Mungo's, but fortunately he didn't stay too long in this place full of wailing, and several people left directly from St. Mungo's.

Kingsley looked at Dumbledore: "That's it, professor, I think he should be better with you. In fact, I always think that the doctors of St. Mungo are a little abnormal after seeing the doctor for too long. ..."

"You can rest assured, Kingsley, even without me, I think St. Mungo will actively treat Mr. Morrisos." Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, Kingsley smiled and disappeared with a snap in the air.

Turning his head to look at Iger, who was wearing a quail with his head down, Dumbledore waved his hand, and disappeared instantly with Iger's figure.

A few seconds later, the two appeared at the gate of a huge manor. In front of the manor was a long train track. Iger looked at the train track in front of him with some surprise. This is the road of the Hogwarts Express...

"Then, Mr. Morrises, let's go." Dumbledore smiled and led Iger all the way to the campus.

When Iger saw Hogwarts Castle for the first time, he was extremely shocked.

Iger doesn't know whether to call it a castle or a group of castles. The huge castle is surrounded by rolling green hills. Next to the castle is a vast lake. You can vaguely see the waves turning up in the water, and occasionally a strange-shaped tentacles will appear. .

"The guys in the lake welcome new students every year. Occasionally, first-year little wizards will be rescued by those guys and sent back to the boat when they fall into the water. Of course, I'm not saying that Black Lake is safe. There are always people in this world. Then some things we don’t understand appear, don’t they?” Dumbledore’s old voice sounded in his ears: “In fact, as a master legilimenter, of course, this may be my self-proclaimed... But I I can still see that some people with secrets are covering me up, and on this point, you, Mr. Morrises, have not done very well..."

Iger was suddenly embarrassed when he heard this.

I'm with the strongest magician in the world now, he sees that I have a secret, what should I do? Waiting online, very urgent...

"Of course I will not forcibly spy on a child's memory, although I have great curiosity..." Dumbledore comforted Iger and led the way: "Although I can see that your secret is likely to It's important to me, even to the future, but I still don't plan to do it, and I think that's the difference between a white wizard and a black wizard."

Iger breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Dumbledore silently.

"At this point, I suggest to Iger that if you have the opportunity, you should learn Occlumency, in case one day I suddenly have a whim?" Dumbledore turned his head and blinked at Iger, like an old urchin: "Or face some A more powerful existence, after all, not all wizards are as friendly as me, you know, one of my former students was a Legilimency master, but unfortunately, he later went astray."

Iger knew who Dumbledore was talking about, Voldemort.

In his previous life, Voldemort cast a great shadow on people, especially Voldemort in the poison circle was even more terrifying.

There is also Fudimo who wants millions of gifts, and Fudimo who does not squeeze men dry...

It's scary anyway...

Dumbledore took Iger all the way. Since it was the August holiday, there was no one in the castle, and even the portraits on the walls were more than half empty. From time to time, one or two ghosts floated by, curious Take a look at Iger.

The two came to a stone statue all the way, and Dumbledore said softly: "Iced lemon juice."

The stone statue rotated slowly, revealing sections of stairs. Iger secretly smiled inwardly. This old man really likes iced lemon juice. What else is there? Zizi bee candy?

"I like that taste, it tastes great, although it may be a bit irritating to the elderly." Dumbledore looked at Iger and smiled, and led Iger into the office.

The large circular room is very spacious, with portraits of past principals displayed on the surrounding walls. There are various silverware on a table in the office. Iger looked at the silverware on the table in a daze, imagining a silverware How much can the device sell for? Maybe it can improve the living standard of the orphanage and help the smelly old lady tide over the difficulties.

"What would you like to drink?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"Squeeze raw watermelon juice, add some lemon juice to it, and it's better to add less sugar." Iger said without hesitation.

As soon as the voice fell, the drink that Iger wanted appeared on the table in front of him, and the red liquid was rippling in the exquisite crystal cup.

"Add more ice..." Iger tilted his head and stretched out his hand to signal, a few ice cubes fell into the glass, splashing a small splash.

Iger knew that there must be a house elf waiting by his side to listen to him giving orders, but Iger didn't intend to harass him now. Compared with finding the elf, his life was obviously more important.