Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The news of Voldemort's complete death did not cause any waves in Nuoda's magical world. In fact, not many people knew that Voldemort was not completely dead.

The representatives of the three schools who came from afar also left Hogwarts on the day the semester ended, unaware that just a few days ago, a well-known Dark Lord had just fallen like this.

In fact, Durmstrang and Beauxbaton are quite famous, but the teachers and students of Kunlun Hall have never heard of such a person.

Not to mention Voldemort, even Grindelwald's minions failed to reach Asia during his peak period, let alone Voldemort.

Just like when Iger asked Zou Shu: "Have you heard of Voldemort?"

Mr. Zou: "What kind of demon is subdued?"

"O Voldemort!"

"Vold what?"

"Voldemort!"

"What earth demon?"

Iger: "Forget it... let's not talk..."

"Rich lady?"

"Get out of here~"

This is probably the attitude of Eastern wizards towards Voldemort...

No matter how awesome you are, how many can you play? How many Death Eaters can you have?

Adding up the total number of wizards in Europe would make Baba's number about the same as that of a China, not to mention that China must come to pass a third brother...

That's an open nation...

At that time, I'm afraid it won't be a dozen wizards riding a broom to let you see what a human flesh fort is...

Maybe some extreme wizard you meet on the road sees that everyone has different beliefs, and when you see everyone's different beliefs, one gets excited and shouts ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

This is all uncertain.

Alone is the enemy of the world, not to mention Voldemort, not even Iger and Grindelwald.

"Iger...?"

On the first day of vacation,

Harry hurried to Granger's house.

At this time, Harry had completely moved to 12 Grimmauld Place, and the Dursleys hadn't left too important traces in his heart after all, but Kreacher, since Harry moved there, was very energetic every day, Often when the elves meet, they loudly show off how gentle the little master Harry is to other elves.

Then a group of elves started tearing apart...

"What's the matter? You didn't go to the Burrow to find Ginny on the first day of the holiday, but you ran to me early in the morning?" Iger brushed his teeth, muttered indistinctly with sleepy eyes, and squatted in the yard with a water glass in his hand. Beside the flower garden.

"I remember you said before, can you take me to see them?" Harry looked at Iger eagerly.

"Ah...that's right, I'll take you to meet them?" Iger grinned.

"I'm serious Iger." Harry looked at Iger sincerely.

"To be honest, if it's not very necessary, I really don't want to go to that kind of ghost place." Iger sighed softly: "After all, I haven't been there, so I'm not sure what will happen."

Harry sighed a little dejectedly, squatting down beside the flowerbed in a disconsolate manner.

"Yo Yo Yo... Look at this dejected little girl..."

On the second floor of the house next door, Aisha leaned out and looked at Harry, who was squatting beside Iger, amusedly: "What happened?"

"It's nothing, good morning Elsa, will you go back to Hogwarts to teach next year?" Harry raised his head and greeted Elsa.

"Oh, of course." Aisha smiled: "Aren't you happy?"

Voldemort is dead, and his curse naturally has no effect. Iger killed Voldemort before the end of the semester, and Aisha passed this semester in peace.

"I just wish I didn't have to run back and forth..." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Yes." Aisha laughed: "The competition let me see the strength of the warriors, so I think it's time to properly improve your actual combat ability against black magic, so next year I will increase the risk of your learning." .”

"Thank you very much..."

Harry hummed absent-mindedly, and seemed not interested in what Aisha said.

"Okay, I'll take you there." Iger spit out the toothpaste froth in his mouth with a puff: "But before that, I hope you can communicate well with Sirius who is far away in China."

"Then Iger, can you..."

"Let Hedwig go, I'm not a messenger." Iger rolled his eyes.

If Iger estimated Hedwig's speed, it would take at least a year and a half to fly back and forth to China, which is enough time for Harry to grow up for a while.

Then he saw Harry lying on the window looking at Dolores who was entrenched in the corner of the room: "Dolores, can you help me translate for Huanghua?"

"???" Dolores looked up at Harry suspiciously.

What is this idiot talking about?

"Don't think about it..." Iger sneered: "Your Parseltongue ability has disappeared with the disappearance of Voldemort's soul. If you want to speak Parseltongue again, you have to learn it now..."

"I'm sorry to hear you say that..." Harry muttered in despair, "That may be the only bright spot in Voldemort..."

"Actually, aside from his arrogance and arrogance, Voldemort has all his strengths, really." Iger smiled: "At least his grades in school are beyond your reach, and he is still a prefect and a boy. The president of the student union, and countless women who fell in love with him when he was young."

"Really?" Harry looked at Iger dumbfounded.

"And he's still a handsome guy. You can refer to Cedric for the specific image." Iger squeezed his index finger and thumb tightly together: "It's just a little bit worse than me..."

Harry pouted, aside from his narcissism, Iger was actually quite handsome, which made him unable to refute.

"But it's okay." Iger patted Harry on the shoulder: "You look much better than us when you dress up as a woman. If God closes a door for you, he will definitely open a window for you."

"You can't comfort me at all..." Harry sighed, and suddenly felt that he looked a bit useless in comparison: "And I believe in Merlin..."

Harry left after all, and Iger can probably imagine where his next stop would be. There is probably no other place except Dumbledore's office because there is also a phoenix there.

"Iger, I have an idea..." Hermione poked her head out of the room, she had been listening to the conversation between the two just now: "Are you going to the world of the dead?"

"That's right." Iger spread his hands.

"You know, I'm thinking..." Hermione organized her words: "Is it possible to bring people back from the world of the dead?"

"That's a good question, I haven't thought about it." Iger spread his hands: "But I think that if every member of the Department of Mysteries has an invisibility cloak, they must have done it long ago if they could do it."

"But they are not you, Iger, they don't have your exaggerated magical power, I mean..." Hermione thought for a while: "Why don't you try it? Harry has been an orphan for more than ten years, and Iger, you... "

"What's wrong with me? I can be sure that the souls of my parents are definitely not in the world of the dead." Iger shook his head.

"I…"

"You can't go!"

Hermione puffed up her face in exasperation.

Do you have mind reading skills?