Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Why did this happen?" Hermione looked at Iger in disbelief and asked, "I clearly saw Snape chanting a spell on Harry that day."

"Yes, you have to chant the curse..." Before Harry could say anything, Iger opened his mouth and said, "I'm curious, Quirrell, can you take off your dirty hood and let me Let's see what your lingering master looks like? And how do you sleep? Are you lying on your stomach?"

"Avada Kedavra!" Quirrell yanked out his wand.

"Disarm you!"

Two rays of light, one red and one green, collided with each other in the air, and then the green light was suddenly scattered by the red light. The red light remained undiminished, and hit Quilo fiercely, who screamed. , The wand in his hand suddenly flew into Iger's hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Iger sneered slightly: "You shouldn't play this game with me... Your master is almost resurrected!"

Harry looked at Iger strangely. He felt that Iger's figure and Snape's shadow overlapped for a moment.

Quirrell looked at Iger in panic, the hood on his head fell, and a pale face was reflected from the Mirror of Erised behind him.

"waste…"

A cold and hoarse voice sounded, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared fiercely at the three of Iger through the magic mirror: "Even a few children can't solve it..."

Harry looked at the face in the mirror with some panic, and Quirrell lowered his head in horror: "I'm sorry, master, I'm ashamed of you..."

"Harry Potter..." Quirrell turned around slowly, and Voldemort's face appeared in front of the three of them, with snake pupils and no nose. Iger nodded, just like what was said in the book.

"Egg Morriss..." Voldemort whispered again hoarsely: "Such an outstanding boy..."

Voldemort's face moved on the back of Quirrell's head, and he seemed to want to get closer: "Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I can guide you to eternal life, Iger, we are the same kind of people."

"Is that how you fooled Quirrell?" Iger's mouth twitched: "How fucking low IQ is it to believe your nonsense?"

Voldemort's face froze, and then he laughed: "I don't need to care about your unreasonableness to me, Iger... You are very powerful, and you have successfully controlled Mo Ran. Even I can't do this kind of achievement."

"Join me, Iger, no one in this world is our single enemy, we can do whatever we want." Voldemort's whisper sounded a little excited: "Everything, everything, will be ours...we... ..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Iger's movements remained unchanged as if he was thinking about Voldemort's words, and then a green light shot out from the tip of the wand and hit Quirrell in an instant, and Quirrell fell down immediately.

A black shadow jumped out of Quirrell suddenly, trying to escape, Iger quickly shot a curse, but it only penetrated a blur of smoke, and Voldemort's terrified and angry voice came from afar.

"I remember you, Egg Morrisos..."

The voice was vicious and hoarse, as if Iger had done something outrageous to him.

Voldemort never imagined that in the face of his wooing, Iger would shoot at him with such a sudden curse. According to his guess, Iger should at least listen to him. After all, this is the most basic negotiation. Kill him I didn't expect Iger to attack so suddenly...

This kid is fucking poisonous, right? Crazy, right? Do you want to face?

"Aren't you surprised, are you surprised?"

Iger yelled, grinning and watching Voldemort's back as he went away. He felt that this meeting should have left a deep impression on Voldemort.

Looking at Hermione and Harry who were still in a daze, Iger grinned: "What's wrong?"

Hermione suddenly hugged Iger,

The tone was excited: "Iger, you defeated the mysterious man!"

"It's just a lingering wandering soul, the real him is not so weak..." Iger shook his head: "In fact, Harry just pressed Quirrell on the face, and Quirrell would die. A spell from his mother, but it might be uncomfortable, he's probably going to sleep for two or three days, but the last Quidditch match is coming up soon, I don't want to be a substitute for him..."

"Is that so?" Harry looked at Iger in surprise.

"Otherwise?" Iger shook his head helplessly: "Do you really think that your little actions can hide from Dumbledore's eyes? Are you too naive?"

"Iger, you mean...Professor Dumbledore led us here?" Harry looked at Iger in surprise.

"I've been scheming for a long time. If the old man didn't want you to feel the feeling of facing Voldemort, I would have killed him at the beginning of school..." Iger's face darkened: "This bastard dared to break into my vault!"

"But Iger...I don't understand." Harry looked at Iger suspiciously: "Professor, why would he do this?"

Iger patted Harry on the shoulder with a complicated expression on his face: "You will know later..."

"We thought it was Snape..." Harry looked at Iger and said, "We didn't expect it to be Quirrell..."

"It's normal, after all, Severus doesn't look like a good person." Iger nodded in agreement: "In fact, he wasn't a good person..."

"Why does he hate me so much?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously: "Because my dad bullied him when he was in school?"

No, your father not only bullied him, but also saved his life by ripping off his underpants in front of his favorite person, and finally married his favorite person, and you look so much like your old man...

Iger smacked his lips, emmm... It seems that Snape is quite kind...

Didn't kill Harry...

Iger didn't answer Harry's question, just looked at him and smiled: "The best way to deal with someone who hates you is to try to like him."

Harry was a little confused, but immediately remembered something: "By the way, the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Here..." Iger cheerfully took out the necklace from his pocket, and a shiny ruby ​​necklace appeared in front of Harry.

Harry opened his mouth: "This is not yours..."

"My necklace, yes, that's right." Iger walked slowly to the Mirror of Erised and took a look, then took out a small black stone from his pocket: "The one in the mirror is only Dumbledore on the road. The stone I picked up at random, the real Philosopher's Stone was on me three years ago."

Iger laughed: "The only ones who know about this are me, Dumbledore, Nicole Flamel and Severus."

"That's why you said that Snape can get the Philosopher's Stone anytime he wants?" Hermione sighed, "It always feels like you've been watching our jokes..."

"Actually, I'm really watching your jokes." Iger nodded in agreement, and then looked at Harry: "Do you remember what you promised me?"

"Believe you unconditionally..." Harry looked at Iger dryly: "I'm sorry Iger."

"It's okay, everyone has curiosity." Iger spread his hands: "I just want to use this incident to keep you in mind."

"It's all up to me..." Harry sat on the stone steps beside him in a low voice, "Now even you are hated by Voldemort..."

"Actually, I don't care if he remembers or hates me, Harry." Iger waved his hand indifferently: "A person's opponent determines a person's level. I don't think Voldemort is worthy of my opponent. Compared with Voldemort, Deng Bullido is more suitable to be my benchmark."

There was a sound of 'boom' as the flame exploded, and Dumbledore walked in through the flames with several professors: "Very well said..."

Dumbledore's eyes under the half-moon lens looked at Iger with relief: "I am very happy to have a student like you. It seems that I am right. You have a higher pursuit than Voldemort."

"Good evening, professors~" Iger smiled and greeted a group of professors. Not far away, Harry and Hermione turned pale because they saw Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at Harry and Hermione seriously. After a while, a smile finally leaked out: "You are outstanding."

There is no word of praise that is higher than that of Professor McGonagall, who has always been strict. At least Iger thinks that among these professors, Professor McGonagall's appreciation is the most valuable.

"But we violated the school rules." Harry looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Rules are meant to be broken..." Iger laughed: "It's the holiday, I don't think the principal will lock us up, so don't worry."

"Iger is right. I think what you need most right now is a good night's sleep." Dumbledore waved his hand: "If you have any questions, Harry, come to my principal's office tomorrow morning alright."

Harry nodded, and the professors led them all the way back to the castle. Harry followed the professors, looking at Snape who was walking ahead with a complicated expression.

Iger said that the best way to deal with hating him is to try to like him. Although Harry felt that Iger was right, he really didn't want to try...

It was after nine o'clock in the morning the next day that Iger got up from the bed in a daze.

"Young people can't stay up all night..." Iger yawned, scratched his sleepy hair, and touched the head of the bed casually. A glass of milk fell into Iger's hand.

"The previous milk was cold, and Sia warmed up another cup for Mr. Iger. How do you feel about the temperature, Mr. Iger?" A shrill voice sounded, and a short elf appeared beside the bed and bowed deeply to Iger.

"Hey, I thought it was Duoduo today..." Iger looked at the elf in front of him in surprise.

"Xia is willing to distribute the extra work to Duoduo in exchange for this precious opportunity." Xiya looked at Iger expectantly: "Mr. Mysterious man, West Asia adores Mr. Iger too much..."

Iger blushed, and quickly waved his hands: "Don't be like this, I'm sorry...that's just a wandering spirit."

"Mr. Iger is the most powerful wizard, and one day he will defeat that mysterious man!" West Asia said loudly with her chest raised.

Iger lay on the bed with an embarrassed expression on his face. Among other things, at least the Hogwarts kitchen is full of his die-hard fans...

Maybe it's because I always go there?

Picking up the magic wand on the bed and waving it a few times, one piece of clothes was automatically put on Iger. The sun was warm outside, and Iger didn’t even bother to put on his clothes. He patted Sia’s head lightly, and Iger grinned Smiled: "You are right, I am the strongest, there will be a day!"

After tidying up, Iger came all the way to the auditorium. People greeted him from time to time along the way, and Iger also greeted them with a smile.

"Everything about last night has been spread." Ron leaned his head and looked at Iger: "Iger, you and Harry have become completely famous."

"You are, I have always been a celebrity..." Iger looked at Ron and grinned: "I have been watching that game of chess last night. It is very good. It can be called the greatest chess game since Hogwarts was founded."

"It's not as exaggerated as you said..." Ron sat back on the bench with some embarrassment, with a hint of joy on his face.

"I'm telling the truth." Iger nodded: "The great thing is not how wonderful this game is, but because of your self-dedication, Ron."

"Ordinary is not necessarily a bad thing." Iger looked at Ron seriously: "Sometimes, it is because of ordinary that it is great."

Ron looked at Iger half-understood, and then flattened his mouth: "Well, I feel that you are more and more like Professor Dumbledore..."

"Emmm... that's really too bad." Iger said expressionlessly.

Outside the auditorium, Hermione happily ran to sit next to Iger, gave Iger a warm hug, and then sat next to her with a flushed face, eating breakfast.

Just as Iger was about to step forward to tease him, he saw Snape rushing over, holding Iger by his collar and leading him out of the auditorium.

"What are you going to do?" Iger raised his head in a daze, his small body swaying in Snape's hand.

"Go to London for me." Snape strode forward without looking back.

"How about...how about I take you there and bring you back at night?" Iger looked at Snape expectantly.

"I still need to brew the potion..." Snape rejected Iger's proposal without even thinking about it: "It will be ready tonight at the earliest."

"Please..." Iger looked at Snape pitifully: "It's our Quidditch match against Ravenclaw in the afternoon, it's too bad I'm not here..."

"I seem to remember that you are not that keen on Quidditch." Snape threw Iger out of the school gate, turned and walked back to the school, leaving Iger alone shivering in the early summer wind.

"My heart is so cold..." Iger smacked his lips, and then disappeared in place with a 'pop'.

As soon as he arrived in the small bungalow, Iger saw that Liya's stomach was already swollen. At this time, she was reclining on a soft bed with a happy face, stroking her stomach from time to time.

"Good morning, Leah." Iger waved his hand and said, "Is Aunt Jane here?"

"I'm making breakfast." Leah was a little embarrassed: "I've been bothering her recently, and Mrs. Granger didn't even come to work to take care of me."

"Of course, Aunt Jane is the best." Iger nodded as a matter of course, walked to a recliner in the small yard and leaned down.

I was willing to come here before because I didn't have homework...

But now that the holiday is coming, Iger really doesn't want to stay here. Young people always want to play.

Feeling the warmth of the sun shining on his face, Iger fell asleep again drowsily.

Iger slept soundly. He dreamed that Quirrell was lying down and sleeping, and Voldemort's heart-piercing screams came from under the pillow, which made him laugh out loud in his dream. Then the picture changed, and he saw Harry hugging A huge piece of cake looked at Snape eagerly. Snape checked the cake with a gloomy face to see if it was poisoned. Iger laughed again. Finally, he dreamed of the adult Hermione and Elsa sitting On the bed, she blushed and told herself not to play badly...

Iger's shameful stone is more...

After a while, Iger was woken up by a painful groan, and Iger hurriedly sat up and looked into the room, where Leah was clutching her stomach in some pain.

Mrs. Granger hurriedly called the hospital, wanting to call an ambulance: "Please hurry up, the delivery date is ahead of schedule!"

Iger subconsciously wanted to take Leah to apparate, and then remembered that the person in front of him was a pregnant woman, and there might be some problems with apparating.