Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Harry?"

Iger looked at Harry beside him with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked a little dazed.

"Grit your teeth!" Iger grinned, then swung his arm and slapped Harry on the face.

There was a crisp sound!

"ah!"

Harry's screams sounded, and Iger suddenly felt dizzy. When he came back to his senses, the two fell down in a soft garden with a plop.

"Oh my god! Iger, what are you doing?" Harry yelled angrily while covering his cheeks, rolling around on the ground.

"You may not believe it, I'm doing it for your own good." Iger leisurely stood up and looked into the distance.

"Wait, where are we?" Harry got up in a daze, and couldn't help being slightly dazed when he looked around.

A sea of ​​red flowers.

A sea of ​​red flowers all over the mountains and plains.

The delicate and charming red flowers are blooming in front of the two of them, stretching their alluring figure to their heart's content, and they can't see the edge at a glance.

"This kind of flower...in the east, it is called the Bianhua flower." Iger squinted his eyes and looked around: "In our place, it is called Manzhushahua..."

"Hiss..." Harry held his cheeks and panted heavily, "I just want to know, what happened to us just now?"

"It should be a hallucination." Iger said lightly, looking under him, a black tail twisted and twisted excitedly: "It seems that the hallucination has been unraveled."

"Have we entered a hallucination?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously.

"No, you entered the hallucination, and I entered your hallucination." Iger shook his head: "And the source of the hallucination should be these flowers of the other side. If you feel it carefully, you can feel the faint magic power from them. They It can't affect me, but it can affect you, and I'm just affected when I grab you, so my subconscious mind always feels that the surroundings are unreal, but it seems normal to you, so, I need to beat you Awake."

"Hell,

I thought I saw my parents..." Harry muttered dejectedly.

"That's right, if you don't come out of the hallucination, if nothing happens, you will really see your parents soon." Iger nodded, stretched out his fingers and pointed around: "Look carefully, is there a lot of dead bones?" ? It is estimated that it has been turned into their nourishment."

"Tsk tsk..." Iger stretched out his hand and gently fiddled with a bright red Bana flower: "The little thing looks so pretty."

"But where are we now?" Harry looked around anxiously.

"First!" Iger raised a finger: "The arch is gone."

Harry glanced around, growing more irritable.

"Secondly, there is no sun here." Iger pointed to the sky.

"Finally, we have to follow the compass." Iger said cheerfully.

"So much to say..." Harry sighed suddenly.

"That's right, I still have to follow the compass after saying so much." Iger nodded: "But it seems that this time it should be the real world of the dead."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, covering his face.

"That's right." Iger nodded: "This kind of flower is said to bloom on the banks of the Huangquan River."

"Underworld?" Harry tilted his head.

"It's what we call the River of Styx, the River of Pain." Iger shrugged.

"But there's no one here..." Harry looked around.

"There will be." Iger looked at the sky in the distance, and waved his hand gently: "Come on, take out the compass I gave you."

Harry sighed, took out the compass, and after a few turns, the compass settled in one direction.

"Do you still want to use Transfiguration?" Harry glanced at the endless sea of ​​flowers.

"No, it seems that there is nothing that can be changed, just fly over, your cloak has this ability." Iger waved his hand, tapped his toes on the ground, and his figure flew into the air.

The two galloped all the way towards the distant sky, and finally, a tumbling black long river appeared in front of them.

"Wow, it's really magnificent..." Iger grinned: "It's not in vain! It would be great if I could take a photo and go back."

"Don't you have a camera there?" Harry turned to look at Iger.

"I bet ten Galleons that nothing will be captured by the camera." Iger smiled: "It's hard to say whether we will remember what happened here after we go back."

"Why?" Harry asked puzzled.

"The situation you just had was very dangerous, but Tito didn't say that there would be such a danger." Iger squeezed his chin and thought: "I think it should be a rule or a strange power that will make people forget this place, not that he doesn't want to say , but he himself doesn’t remember at all…”

"Another example is the ghosts, they should have been here..." Iger smacked his lips, suddenly feeling in vain: "But if you ask them, they don't know anything."

Iger felt that the reason why Tito allowed him to come to the world of the dead had nothing to do with Harry. The main reason was to let him come in and get familiar with it. It would be better if he, as a devil, could write down everything here.

"Then am I here for nothing?" Harry said displeased.

"Of course, this is just my guess, and it doesn't necessarily come in vain. I think your mood will change a lot when you go back." Iger smiled: "The memory may disappear, but I think the sense of happiness should be will be full of heart."

"I hope so." Harry pouted.

In the distance, a solitary small ferry appeared in front of the two of them. Only then did they realize that at some point, a large number of small light spots suddenly appeared beside them, and all the small light spots gathered in the direction of the pier.

Harry looked around suspiciously: "These are..."

"The souls of Muggles." Iger said softly, and reached out to pinch a small light spot. The small light spot was struggling violently in Iger's hand, looking silly and cute.

"wizard?"

A voice of inquiry sounded, and the two turned their heads to look. A tall black hooded boat approached, and those little spots of light rushed onto the boat happily.

"Yes, wizard." Harry nodded.

"Go back, you can become a ghost. Are you sure you want to go on?" The figure looked at Harry.

"Right." Harry nodded.

"I must warn you, once you cross the river, you will never go back." The voice of the figure was low, and then he turned to look in Iger's direction: "The devil? Why are you here?"

"Can't you?" Iger tilted his head curiously.

"You should be in hell." The figure paused: "Your Highness..."

"Oh?" Egger looked at the figure curiously: "Do you respect the devil?"

"Not all of them." The figure said concisely.

"What does Your Highness mean?" Iger grinned, "Could it be that I'm a prince?"

The gorgeous figure ignored Iger's question, just supported the boat, and looked directly at Iger under the hood: "Do you want to take a boat?"

Iger: "..."

listen to me asshole!