Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger took Harry's arm, and the two wrapped themselves tightly in the invisibility cloak. Iger stepped into the stone arch.

With a sudden whirlwind, Iger and Harry appeared on the other side of the stone gate, as if nothing happened just now.

"Um... what happened? Is this thing broken?" Harry turned his head to look at the archway behind him suspiciously.

"I don't think it should be..." Iger shook his head, pointed to the other side of the arch, and the figure of Tito who was standing at the other end of the arch had disappeared.

"In other words, we have arrived in the world of the dead?" Harry looked around in surprise: "But this is no different from the place just now."

"Who said the world of the dead must be different from the human world?" Iger shook his head amusedly, kicked the ground lightly with his toes, looked around, and then felt that something was not right.

"Wait a minute, Iger, why are we both wearing invisibility cloaks but can see each other?" Harry's surprised voice sounded.

Only then did Iger realize that something was wrong.

"Wait, don't move." Iger held Harry tightly: "If, I guessed right, what we saw should be each other's souls. Look at your neck, there is a red mark there."

"What is this?" Harry pulled off his collar, lowering his head in horror.

"It should be the scar left by Voldemort's remnant soul attached to your soul. It seems that it will slowly heal over time, so don't worry about it." Iger looked around and dragged Harry out of the room quickly.

The Ministry of Magic in the world of the dead was empty, without even a ghost, but when the two left the territory of the Ministry of Magic, as soon as they came to the street, they saw the bustling crowd on the street.

"It's interesting..." Iger smiled softly: "The location of the Ministry of Magic should be protected by magic, and ordinary undead are not allowed to approach."

"This place is actually the same as the human world!" Harry looked around in surprise: "Same street, same crowd... Are my parents here?"

"It's different, they are dead after all." Iger shook his head: "Note that they have no shadow, and their bodies are somewhat transparent, and none of us knows whether they will threaten us, so don't worry about it."

"Understood.

"Harry nodded.

"Take out that compass and think carefully about your parents." Iger reminded softly.

Harry took out the compass, gently opened the cover, and the pointer on the compass turned rapidly. After a few seconds, the pointer stopped and pointed steadily in one direction.

"Okay, let's go." Iger nodded.

"Shall we just walk around like this? Can't apparate here?" Harry looked at Iger curiously.

"No, the places I've been to should be okay." Iger shook his head.

Harry had no choice but to give up, and followed Iger obediently in the direction pointed by the pointer.

Harry was immersed in the joy of seeing his parents soon, and couldn't help but lighten his steps, humming a sweet Scottish tune softly.

"Are you so happy?" Iger looked at Harry wonderingly.

"Of course, I'm actually a little nervous." Harry grinned, "After all, I've never met them before. I don't know whether they will be happy to see me or get used to getting along with them."

"I don't really understand." Iger shrugged: "Probably like the mood when you secretly kissed Ginny?"

"How do you know?" Harry's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry I didn't see it on purpose." Iger's apology seemed insincere, and he dragged Harry into an alley, and conjured up a carriage.

"Let's take a carriage. It looks like we might be exhausted if we go on foot."

The sound of Xilulu sounded, and the tall horse conjured by the transformation technique started to run on the street like having fun.

"That's weird, can't they see us?" Harry looked at the crowd on the street suspiciously: "Are they Muggles? Or wizards?"

"I think it should be in the same world..." Iger narrowed his eyes slightly, looking around: "Don't mind saying something..."

"What's wrong?" Harry tilted his head.

"I always feel like something's not right..." Iger shook his head.

"Yeah, after all, it's our first time in the world of the dead, it's normal to feel wrong." Harry nodded.

Iger frowned and thought for a while, before hesitatingly replied: "I hope...just because of this..."

The carriage galloped towards the direction pointed by the pointer. When it crossed the mountains and rivers, Iger waved the horses pulling the cart into a pair of wings.

"Iger, your Transfiguration is really powerful..." Harry looked enviously at Iger who cast the spell smoothly.

"With more thought, you can do it too. This is not magic that consumes magic power." Iger smiled.

"Forget it...Transfiguration is still not suitable for me..." Harry smiled awkwardly.

Just as he was speaking, the carriage under him suddenly vibrated and turned a corner at high speed in the air.

"The pointer started to swing, indicating that our target is nearby." Iger looked at the valley in front of him: "Do you know this place?"

"Where is this?" Harry looked curiously at the secluded valley below. There were flowers blooming everywhere in the valley, which looked peaceful and beautiful.

"Godric's Valley, where you were born." Iger's mouth curled up. "But... this is Godric's Valley in the world of the dead."

"I was born here?" Harry's eyes lit up.

"It seems that we have indeed arrived." Driving the Pegasus down the hillside, Iger turned over and jumped off the carriage.

The two looked at each other, without saying much, they walked directly towards the small village in the valley.

The small village looked a little strangely quiet, and Iger couldn't help but frowned again. This feeling of smooth sailing and a hint of uneasiness made him very uncomfortable.

Finally, the two followed the pointer to the door of a small two-story building, and gently pushed open the courtyard door. Harry looked into the courtyard with a little shortness of breath: "Hello? Is there anyone there?"

Not long after the words were finished, the door opened, and a man with stubby hair came out of the room, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Harry.

"Harry? Is that you?" The man's voice sounded trembling.

"Dad...Dad?" Harry looked uncertainly at the man in front of him who looked 80% similar to himself.

"It's really you?" The man's face burst into excitement, and he hurried forward and looked at Harry carefully.

A few minutes later, Iger sat awkwardly in the room, watching Harry and his parents talk about these years.

Another two hours passed, and Iger was lying on the window looking at the valley in the distance, bored, while the Harry family behind him were still chattering.

"By the way, I think you haven't eaten yet? It looks like you must be starving."

A soft voice sounded, and the woman beside Harry gently stroked Harry's hair: "Let's have some dinner together."

"Oh, of course, fine." Harry smiled broadly.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed beside Harry, and with a bang, a brilliant golden Swiss halberd ruthlessly chopped down on the table beside the three of them.

"I finally know something is wrong..." Iger narrowed his eyes and glanced at the man and woman beside Harry: "I didn't have horns when I went out today, but my soul should have horns!"

"Iger? What are you doing?" Harry stood up in panic, but Iger grabbed his arm.

"Normal parents should not be surprised when they see their children in the world of the dead, right?" Iger squinted his eyes and said, "It's shock, right?"

"What are you talking about, Iger?" Harry looked blankly at Iger beside him.

"We probably haven't found your parents yet, Harry." Iger narrowed his eyes and glanced at the couple: "Although I don't know what's going on, I think we should... have a little problem..."