Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I'll just have a glass of iced lemonade." Dumbledore smiled kindly, and a glass of cold drink appeared in front of him immediately.

Iger sipped from his cup, looking at Dumbledore from time to time.

Neither of the two spoke first, and the room was quiet for a while.

On a shelf not far away, a big red bird squatted on it. Iger knew it was a phoenix. I burned myself with a fire, huh?

Feeling the coolness brought by the ice cubes, the feeling of uneasiness and fear just now slowly dissipated. Iger leaned comfortably on a back chair in the room and sighed leisurely.

"As an eight-year-old child, you are much calmer than I imagined. As an ordinary person, I don't think even an adult can face the imminent death so calmly." Dumbledore looked approvingly. Look at Iger.

Iger smiled a little embarrassedly. In fact, I should be twenty-eight, and I have already died once...

"Professor, how are you going to deal with this forehead on me... silently?" Iger looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled: "That's it for now, how about living in Hogwarts for a while?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean..." Iger was a little puzzled.

"Obscurity is controllable, I have indeed seen this before." Dumbledore nodded: "The reason why the obscurity appears is mainly caused by suppressing the magic power in his body for a long time. Think, even many little Muggle-born wizards realize that they are different from others, so they will make some simple magic releases, but you may choose to ignore this matter because you are too rational, Even subconsciously suppressed the magic power in the body for a long time and didn't know how to drive it, which caused this phenomenon."

Dumbledore looked at Iger, Iger scratched his head, and it seemed that it was true...

"Hundreds of years ago, when wizards were persecuted by Muggles, they would indeed suppress their own magic power and appear silently. However, with the development of the magic world, it has been rare to see silent people in the past hundred years." Dumbledore Shake your head.

"Then can you take this thing out of my body?" Iger looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"The only way is that when you die, it will come out. In a sense, it is the high-concentration product of your magical power after compression and deterioration. You can understand it this way." Dumbledore shook his head and said: " But I think he's manageable, and I think you probably need a lot of willpower to control him."

"Has anyone ever controlled it? Professor?" Iger looked at Dumbledore with some uncertainty.

Dumbledore looked out of the window with deep eyes: "Yes, there is one..."

Then Dumbledore turned his head to look at Iger: "Most of the silent people recorded in history are emotionally extreme, and it is rare to see someone as calm as you, so I think you may succeed in learning to control silent It will do you great good."

Dumbledore was a little dazed, not knowing what to think.

"Like...?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"Such as inexhaustible magic power, or extremely powerful magic..." Dumbledore nodded: "But I have had the experience of neglecting students and causing students to go astray, so I hope you, Iger, will not let me down , just treat it as a request from an old man with half his foot buried in the ground."

What Dumbledore said was very frank, and he didn't have the kind of obscurity and inscrutability when he talked to Harry. Iger felt that this might vary from person to person, and he was obviously not the kind of person who could instill will by talking. Dumbledore Lido couldn't fail to see it.

If there is anyone who is the smartest person in the world, then Iger thinks that apart from Dumbledore, it may belong to Einstein, who has been dead for a long time...

"I can't promise you that I will become a bad person..." Iger shook his head: "In fact, even if I promise you, I think you will find out sooner or later,

I might as well say it out loud. "

Dumbledore nodded slyly: "I think so."

"But I can assure you that I probably won't be like your crooked student..." Iger thought for a while: "After all, I have no interest in eternal life."

"You know more than I think." Dumbledore laughed suddenly: "My intuition tells me that not using Legilimency on you is the right choice, but I'm curious, what would you be interested in ?”

Nai son of course...

Amitabha, sin sin.

Suppressing the most honest thoughts in his heart, Iger laughed: "I prefer immortality to immortality."

"For you, what's the difference between the two?" Dumbledore heard Iger's answer, leaned back in his chair after thinking for a while.

"Eternal life means immortality, immortality means immortality, one corresponds to reality, and the other corresponds to spirit." Iger smiled: "I don't know the road to immortality, but there should be many roads to immortality. Immortality should be happier than immortality, and death is just the beginning of another greater adventure, isn't it?"

Dumbledore looked at Iger's face carefully, and then smiled with relief: "It seems that what I am worried about will not happen again."

"Do older people like to think about it?" Iger grinned.

"I won't be very happy to say that." Dumbledore took a sip from his cup: "Sense tells me that you should go to Ravenclaw, but out of my personal appreciation, I really hope you can go to Ravenclaw." Come Ryffindor, I don't think you will regret this decision."

"Are you going to enroll now?" Iger was stunned.

"Of course not, you are only eight years old, and you have not yet reached the age of enrollment." Dumbledore stood up and motioned for Iger to hold his arm: "First of all, we must ensure that you can live to enter enrollment, which is the most important thing right now. matter."

Iger nodded knowingly, stepped forward and put his hand on Dumbledore's arm.

"Fox," Dumbledore called softly.

Fox flapped his wings and flew to Dumbledore's hands. The figures of the two disappeared again, and the office returned to silence. The two drinks on the table also disappeared into the air without a sound after the two left.

There was a loud 'pop', and Iger looked around. This is an old small room, and rows of shelves are neatly arranged. Looking at the dust on the shelves, Iger feels that this store has been around for a long time.

With a bang, a white-haired little old man slid over on a ladder, and seemed surprised to see Iger and the two of them.

"Ah... Dumbledore..." The old man's voice sounded distant, and Iger felt that listening to him was like a whisper from another world: "It's been a long time no see..."

"I'll take Mr. Morrises to pick out the wand, Ollivander." Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Iger: "So far, the best way I can think of to control Silence is to release it, so you Now you need to learn to release the spell, anytime, anywhere, every day, which means you have to learn a lot of knowledge before entering school, can you do it?"

"I wish for it, Professor." Iger smiled.

"I see, I think this is the little gentleman who caused a commotion in London today?" Ollivander looked at Iger and smiled, looked at Iger curiously for a while, then nodded slightly: "In this case, Oh well…"

As he said that, Ollivander's figure disappeared between the cabinets. A few seconds later, Ollivander came over with a box in his hand, took out a black wand and handed it to Iger.

Dumbledore looked at Iger who was holding the wand in a daze and raised his chin: "Swipe."

Iger flicked his wrist, and a flash of light from the tip of the wand in his hand flashed across the cabinet beside him.

Ollivander was so frightened that he shrank his neck and looked at Iger: "Unfortunately, although it is more suitable, it obviously cannot withstand your magic power."

With that said, Ollivander retrieved the wand, took out another box and handed it to Iger: "Try this one."

Iger shook his hand, and the wand let out two sparks in a sluggish way.

"There are some reactions, but it seems that the unicorn's hair is a bit too soft for you." Ollivander shook his head: "It seems that you should have some relationship with those old families."

"Is this still related to blood?" Iger was a little confused.

"Of course, although I'm not entirely sure, compared to Muggle-born children, children from pure-blood or mixed-race families are more likely to be favored by unicorns, and most of the wands made of unicorn hair are It was sold to those children.” Ollivander nodded: “Occasionally, there will be some exceptions, but obviously in a large proportion, there will not be many exceptions. As far as I know, the Weasley family is almost all unicorns. Beast hair, the Longbottom family is also, even families like the Malfoy family are mostly unicorn hair, although I can't say why, but I think it has something to do with it."

As he said that, Ollivander glanced at the bony wand in Dumbledore's hand with some fiery eyes: "There are also some more picky wands, and there are very few people who can control them. I hope you can remember , Mr Morrissey, is the wand chooses the wizard."

Ollivander looked at Iger's little face, turned around and went in to rummage through the box. Iger leaned over to Dumbledore and whispered, "Why do I feel that he is more talkative than you?"

Dumbledore raised his eyelids, and nodded with some approval: "I agree with your evaluation of me, um, I am so goddamn, I am indeed such an image in the eyes of others."

Iger rolled his eyes, all magicians are crazy.

After a while, Ollivander came out with a box in his arms, took out a wand and handed it to Iger: "Try this one, I think, there should be nothing more suitable for you than it."

Iger took the wand, and as soon as he took the wand, a feeling of blood connection rose from the bottom of his heart, and small fireworks began to shoot out from the wand, as if celebrating something.

"Perfect..." Ollivander looked at Iger and muttered to himself: "Polar wood, thirteen inches long, with a straight and slender body. Interestingly, the core of this wand is said to be Zouwu's beard..."

"Zou Wu means..." Iger's mouth twitched.

"It is said that there is a mythical beast in the east, which is older than the giant dragon, and it haunts the Kunlun Wonderland in China." Ollivander's eyes were shining brightly: "The magical creatures in the east are extremely rare here, and I have only seen them for many years." I heard that a Zouwu Chinese magical creature appeared in Paris, and traveled thousands of miles every day, but I couldn’t see it.”

"Pullar euphratica is the strongest tree. It is said that it can live for a thousand years without dying, and it will not fall for a thousand years after death, and it will not rot after being fallen for a thousand years. I think it should be very suitable for you." Ollivander laughed: "But the meaning of thirteen inches is obviously not good. You may walk with death in the future, but if you can control the core of such an ancient creature, death may not frighten you. This magic wand is my grandfather's one hundred How does it feel to be a proud work made fifty years ago?"

Iger nodded, not knowing what expression to make: "It feels great!"

Seeing that Dumbledore paid Ollivander a bunch of Galleons, Iger swallowed: "I think you don't have to pay back the money, do you?"

Dumbledore looked at Iger: "My student who went astray also took it for granted."

Looking at the helpless Igger, Dumbledore laughed: "But you are right, Hogwarts will provide some funding for young wizards who are about to enroll, and you really don't have to pay back the money."

"That's good..." Iger breathed a sigh of relief.

"What else do we need to buy now?" Iger looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Actually, you don't need to buy anything yet, but if you want, I think you will look good in your robe." Dumbledore winked at Iger, turned and left with Iger.

An hour later, Iger followed Dumbledore in a brand new robe. The two walked in Diagon Alley. Iger looked around curiously. Get back to the place in your life.

"Where are we going now? Hogwarts? I want to see what a house elf looks like." Iger said excitedly.

There was a smile on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth, and his eyes narrowed slightly under the half-moon lens. Only at this moment, Iger really looked like an eight-year-old child in his eyes. As an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years, Undoubtedly, he prefers such a child.

"Visiting an old friend of mine..." said Dumbledore.

People walking around greeted Dumbledore from time to time, and then looked curiously at Iger who was following Dumbledore.

"You are very famous, Lao Deng!" Iger's uneasiness dissipated, and he began to become indecent again.

Dumbledore was shocked by his old Deng, smiled helplessly, and put his hand on Iger's shoulder: "Get ready, let's go."

As they said that, the two of them disappeared into the street with an apparition. Iger experienced the feeling of squeezing, spinning, and then unblocking again. He felt that he had improved a lot. At least this time he didn't feel so disgusting.

"Where is this?" Iger shook his head, hoping to synchronize with the dizziness in his brain, but in fact he felt even more dizzy.

"Dorset..." Dumbledore raised his legs and walked forward. In front of them was a secluded garden house.

"Who are we looking for?" Iger asked chatteringly.

"Newt Scamander!" Dumbledore knocked lightly on the door.