Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

In the early morning of September 1st, Iger sent Harry and Hermione to the train, and then an apparition appeared in Hogsmeade, walking towards the school.

"Long time no see, old~Deng~tou~" Iger opened the door and rushed into the principal's office.

"Where did you know the password of the principal's office?" Dumbledore looked at Iger and smiled in surprise.

"It's just a few, this time it turned out to be Bibi multi-flavored beans, it's really not your style." Iger lay beside Fox and teased the big red bird in front of him.

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Iger: "I'm curious, why you can't even wait this afternoon."

"Professor Quirrell looks like that, have you seen it?" Iger looked at Dumbledore.

"Not only did I see it, but I can also feel a very annoying aura." Dumbledore nodded: "It seems that he has obviously changed."

"I guess he's thinking about the Philosopher's Stone." Iger smiled.

"I guess so, but I've let the wind out. The Sorcerer's Stone is hidden in your vault at Gringotts." Dumbledore nodded.

"Huh?" Iger's originally smiling smile froze on his face: "What did you say?"

Hogwarts was very refreshing in the early morning, a few pigeons cooed and landed on the window sill, and then a deafening roar scared them away.

"Ah, old man, what the hell are you doing!!!" In the office, Iger grabbed Dumbledore's beard with a ferocious face: "My little money, ah, ah, ah!"

Dumbledore waved his hand, and Iger slapped his teeth and fell into the soft chair beside him: "Calm down Iger, money will not be lost, I think you know what he wants."

"What if? What if I lose my money?" Iger looked at Dumbledore with tears in his eyes: "Maybe he saw that there was no Philosopher's Stone and took a few coins away..."

"If you lose it, I will make it up for you." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

Iger sniffed expressionlessly: "emmm... when is he going?"

Dumbledore: "...I have already been there, on the day you took Harry to withdraw the money, it seems that you didn't read the newspaper..."

"Okay, are you planning to hone Harry?" Iger looked at Dumbledore.

"No." Dumbledore crossed his fingers in front of his chin, and looked at Iger with blue eyes: "I just hope that he can gradually grow and become stronger."

"Then calmly face death?" Iger teased Fox absent-mindedly.

"Will he die?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Although Dumbledore's eyes were calm and unwavering, Iger keenly captured the sadness and guilt of the centenarian.

"He won't, Professor." Iger nodded slightly: "You won't either, so don't carry too much burden alone, I promise you."

After a long period of silence in the room, Dumbledore looked at Iger and nodded slowly: "So, I can understand that you don't intend to abandon anyone...are you?"

"Don't even think about it." Iger raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I can't fucking bear any of them."

There was a rare emotional fluctuation in Dumbledore's tone, and his eyes were bright: "I'm proud of you, Iger."

The old man stood up, and the tall figure stood in front of the window, feeling indescribably lonely: "Sometimes I wonder, if such a person outside the story appears in my story, will everything change? I am very grateful to Iger for those wool socks you sent me, and I receive hundreds of pairs from you every year, and I may not wear them all in my lifetime."

"Look forward to Christmas this year." Iger laughed: "Maybe you will wear it until your next life."

Looking at Dumbledore who turned his back, Iger smiled on the soft chair: "I think Hogwarts is my home,

I don't know if you think so, but... I think I think so, as long as it's in this castle, Severus' big elongated face will look very kind. "

Dumbledore nodded, and smiled: "I am very grateful to you, Iger, I am getting more and more confused as I live, and I don't even want to understand such a simple truth."

"I think you understand better than anyone else, otherwise you wouldn't insist on staying at Hogwarts. You just have regrets, Professor." Iger shook his head: "It's not terrible to have regrets, but I think it should be treated correctly, the deceased It’s over, why can’t we forgive ourselves? I think even the dead would want you to be happy.”

Dumbledore nodded: "You are right, Iger, but I think I still need some time."

"After the old lady Hull passed away, I just cried for one night, and I was alive and kicking the next day." Iger stood up and walked to the door, waving at Dumbledore's back: "I want to take the old lady's If you want to live, and live happily, you too, Professor, if you die, I will become the Dark Lord, you know, no one can stop me except you."

Even Dumbledore couldn't help laughing at what Iger said to this level: "That may be the most unreliable one in history."

"I think so too..." Iger shrugged, opened the door and walked away.

...

Today is a rare sunny day. On the vast plain, the cattle and sheep in the pasture are grazing leisurely.

In the sky, a UFO whizzed past with a white light. This is a special method of Apparition, which Death Eaters are good at. Here comes the light.

Iger was flying in mid-air, and in the distance, a red leather train appeared in the field of vision. Iger flew to the window of the car, and his figure appeared in a box in a flash. Several students in the box appeared with a 'snap' Iger was terrified and looked at Iger in panic.

"Don't worry, I'm a freshman." Iger walked out of the single room with his hands spread out, looking around for Hermione.

"Isn't Apparation only available to adults?" a student said in a daze.

"What I'm more concerned about is... will all the new students Apparate now?" In the box, a boy looked at Iger's back in a daze.

When Iger found Hermione and Harry, what he never expected was that Ron was also in the same box, but he didn't say that he hated Ron. The kid at this age obviously didn't understand anything. It's too flattering to him, Iger only needs to change his focus slightly when his love view has not yet grown, and this guy will never stare at Hermione again.

"This is Ron Weasley, Ron, this is Iger, Iger Morrissey." Harry moved a seat for Iger, Iger waved his hand, and sat next to Hermione, who was opposite the two of them. Min suddenly blushed and lowered her head.

Ron looked at Iger in surprise: "Oh my god... are you Iger Morrisseys?"

Iger greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, how is Charlie?"

"He's fine, and he's playing dragons in Romania now..." Harry and Hermione looked at Ron in confusion, and Ron explained to them: "Egg Morrissey, known as the greatest genius in the history of magic for thousands of years The little wizard, when he was eight years old and didn't enter school, he was so overwhelming that a college couldn't lift his head. He was parasitized silently and couldn't live to be ten years old, but he is still fine now. Don't you read the Daily Prophet? Charlie Both Percy and I love him to death, and wish we could snatch him back and make him our brother."

Both Harry and Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

Iger was also a little dazed: "It's not as exaggerated as you said, is it? Am I so good?"

I know about my own affairs, although Dumbledore claimed that he has controlled Moran, but Iger knows that Moran is also growing with his growth, and he can only barely control Moran from erupting, really erupting It's hard to say what will happen...

There was a loud noise, and a fat aunt with a smile on her face and dimples pushed open the door of the box: "Honey, do you want to eat something?"

Ron blushed a little, and muttered that he brought sandwiches, Iger took out a few Galleons, and a few gold coins fluttered into the fat lady's breast pocket: "We want them all, don't look for them anymore ,thank you."

"Oh, my dear, there are a lot more." The woman said with a smile.

"Come and eat together!" Iger waved his hand, motioning for Ron to eat together. Ron looked a little embarrassed, but he still came over.

A few people were eating when there was a sound of opening the door, a chubby boy looked at them timidly: "Excuse me, have you seen a toad?"

Iger shrugged his shoulders and waved his finger. There were screams in the corridor of the carriage, and a toad flew over from a distance and landed in Iger's hand.

"Is it yours?" Iger looked at the boy in front of him: "Your name is Neville Longbottom, right?"

The boy nodded flusteredly, and Iger smiled: "I've heard about you, your parents are brave and great, do you want to eat something together?"

Neville shook his head in a panic, and then ran away, looking a little terrified. Why did Iger know about his parents, and in his young heart, he always felt that his parents' appearance in St. Mungo's was a bit shameful. Neville didn't want others to Know.

"He looks a little strange." Ron looked at Neville's back suspiciously: "It seems like we will eat him."

"That's how I saw him on the platform before," said Harry.

"If I bought a toad, I'd get rid of it as soon as possible." Ron said, frowning. "But now that I have Scabbers, I won't say anything. dying."

"Typical irresponsibility." Hermione frowned and glanced at Ron: "Iger is very good to all pets and has always taken good care of them. No matter how good-looking they are, they will never be harmed." .”

"All pets? How many brothers do you have?" Ron looked at Iger in surprise.

"A sniff, a Bowtruckle, an owl, and a Hippogriff." Iger thought about it, well, Buckbeak is mine!

"I will treat such good pets well..." Ron muttered.

"It's not the same, even Iger the toad will treat it well!" Hermione said with a fierce face, seeming very confident in Iger.

Iger nodded: "Actually, I think the toads are very interesting, but they seem a little stupid and don't understand the words. I wanted to buy one before, but that thing didn't live long, and it was sad to die, so I didn't buy it..."

"Very well... I can't even pay for the toad." Ron looked at the big mouse on his lap: "I only have Scabbers, but it's not interesting, it's been sleeping, I tried to turn it yellow yesterday, But my spell doesn't work, I'll show you."

As he spoke, Ron groped in the suitcase for a long time, and found a very old wand, which was peeled off in some places, and the unicorn hair was leaking out. But Iger still recognized it, it was Charlie's wand.

"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, turn this silly fat mouse yellow!"

Then there was a strange silence, and the three of Iger looked at the unresponsive Banban in Ron's arms in a daze.

"Are you sure it's a spell?" Hermione pursed her lips and couldn't help but said, "It doesn't look very good, does it? Iger taught me a lot of spells, obviously there is no such spell."

"No one in my family knows magic. When Iger appeared in front of our family, I was stunned. Although he kept telling me that I would be admitted, I was still very happy when I received the admission letter. , and I have memorized all the textbooks this month..." Hermione said like a cannonball.

"Iger also taught me a lot of spells, but apart from the Defense Against the Dark Arts spell, I don't think I have any talent." Harry said dryly.

Iger was tearing the package of a chocolate frog, and turned to look at Harry when he heard the words: "Actually, I am similar, I am only talented in black magic."

"So, it's really the same as what the newspaper said?" Ron looked at Iger in surprise: "Will the Obscure really become a dark wizard?"

"How is that possible?" Hermione yelled, looking at Ron angrily.

"If you don't know black magic, it means you are a dark wizard." Iger smiled: "If you want to talk about black magic, Professor Dumbledore knows much more than me, and he knows more than me."

Iger looked at the three people beside him seriously: "If you know it, you don't need it. This is the difference between a white wizard and a black wizard."

"The three unforgivable curses are well known to everyone, but not many people use them." Iger made a metaphor: "That's probably what it means."

"The Unforgivable Curse?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously.

"Out of body, Cruciatus, Avada Kedavra, three spells without counter-spells." Iger said: "Your scar is left by Avada Kedavra, and you are also the only Those who survived that spell."

Harry touched the scar on his head blankly, a little dazed, then looked at Iger and asked, "Iger, I didn't doubt you, I just said... can you use those spells?"

"Although I really want to establish a correct value of life for you, Harry, I still want to tell you that if necessary, I will use spells ten times more vicious than this." Iger nodded: "If there is no such If the conditions are not met, then I will rot these curses in my heart for the rest of my life."

"Wow...you're so handsome..." Ron stared blankly at Iger, and looked at the puzzled eyes of Harry and Hermione. Ron was a little puzzled: "What's the problem? I feel like Iger is a real Like a great magician, I can't even see this feeling in my father, that kind of weak... mentally retarded?"

"It's wise!" Hermione hurriedly corrected his grammatical errors, while Iger and Harry laughed and laughed.

The box door opened with a bang, and three boys entered.

"Is it true?" Malfoy looked at Harry and asked, "There's been a lot of talk on the train that Harry Potter is in this box, so it's you, right?"

"This is Crabbe, this is Goyle." Malfoy looked at Harry looking behind him and said, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron coughed lightly to keep from laughing, and Malfoy turned to look at him.

"You think my name is ridiculous? Do you? I don't even need to ask who you are." Malfoy looked at Ron in disgust: "The Weasley family is all red-haired and freckled, and there are too many children to support. "

Then Malfoy looked at Harry: "You will soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter, you don't want to make friends with such a different kind of person, do you? At this point I can help you."

As he said that, Malfoy reached out his hand to shake Harry's hand, but Harry ignored him, subconsciously wanting to say something, and then a voice sounded from the opposite seat.

"I warned you, Draco..." Iger's voice sounded, and Malfoy turned his head to look, his already pale face instantly became paler with fright, and he took two steps back in horror.

"I should have told you that the consequences of offending my friend are very serious." Iger finally tore open the package of the chocolate frog in his hand. He was so bored from laughing just now, and he never succeeded.

Malfoy looked at Iger in horror: "You can't do this, Snape is my father's friend, he is your teacher..."

Iger froze for a moment: "This surprised me a bit. I thought you would be his godson in his relationship with your father. It seems... isn't it?"

Iger raised his hand, and Malfoy's face became paler with fright, and he ran away screaming. Although the two chubby followers behind him didn't understand what was going on, they still ran away.

"Dude, you are so powerful, why is he so afraid of you?" Ron looked at Iger in surprise.

"Maybe it's because I smashed his scalp a few years ago?" Iger smiled, looking at the chocolate frog card in his hand: "Wow, it's Severus... this guy will also appear in the chocolate frog card up?"