Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

(Recommend a book for everyone, "Bow to the Big Brother", written by friends in the group...)

"Although I was the first to subdue him, in fact..." Newt tilted his head, feeling Hermione's adoring eyes and nodded: "I just took advantage of him not paying attention..."

"Why doesn't he look into our eyes?" Hermione asked softly in Iger's ear.

"Grandpa Newt has autism..." Iger muttered, "I heard that for many years, he talks like this with everyone."

"I heard it." Newt forced his head to look into Iger's eyes: "In fact, I have changed a lot."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction on the old man's face, Iger looked at the childish look of the old man in front of him and grinned: "Do you still remember our agreement?"

"Oh, of course..." Newt turned around and went back to the room, and took out a thick stack of ancient books: "I'll help you after you told me about your accidental learning of Parseltongue last time." Pay attention."

"What kind of books are these?" Iger looked at the books in front of him strangely.

"I think some of the books I collected when I was traveling around the world when I was young should be of some help to you." As he spoke, Newt picked up a book and flipped through it, then placed it in front of Iger: "Look at this .”

Iger opened his mouth looking at the strange text on the book, and an eagle cry sounded from Iger's mouth, which sounded like a bird's cry.

Hermione looked at Iger in surprise, with an expression of disbelief.

"What is this?" Iger looked at Newt suspiciously.

"You know, because I have raised many miraculous birds and animals, and even my mother raised eagles and horses when I was young, so I have always paid attention to the way of communicating with birds. Found on the stone tablet of the Mongolian ruins, the language used by the great witches of ancient Mongolia to domesticate birds and magical animals seems to be the same as Parseltongue, so you can learn it quickly?"

Newt looked at Iger in amazement: "I also studied for a long time, but it seems that you can get it just by looking at it."

"What kind of talent am I?" Iger asked in disbelief.

"It seems to be..." Newt looked at Iger for a long time: "My wife's sister has the ability to prophesy and is good at reading minds. That ability is more terrifying than Dumbledore's Legilimency, and it can't be stopped at all...I think You should have a similar ability, and you can learn some magic things very quickly, Iger..."

Newt thought for a while and said: "The book of blood you mentioned, you only learned Parseltongue on it, I think that article should be imprinted with some special magic, this article is the same, it is me What it looks like after rubbing the words on the stele..."

"And combined with what you said, you can learn spells as soon as you learn them. I think this should be a kind of learning talent." Newt said, thinking for a while: "Only for the learning talent of magic, regular books The things on the Internet are useless to you, only those articles imprinted with magic or ancient runes, you can understand the meaning of the author in an instant, of course this is just my guess, although I feel it is eight or nine Not far from ten."

Iger nodded in amazement: "You mean, the Parseltongue on the book of blood was engraved with magic seals, so I learned Parseltongue in a flash?"

"Of course, didn't you just read the bird language?" Newt thought for a while, then turned around and took out a small object and handed it to the two of them: "This is a bird and snake, try to see if you can communicate with it."

Iger nodded without even thinking about it, Newt pursed his lips and smiled, with a little vitality on his slightly dull face: "What is she talking about?"

Iger looked at the little bird and snake in front of him: "Hungry...cockroaches...eat...but I don't speak very fluently."

"Of course, this is just a baby bird and snake. I haven't reached the point where I can communicate fluently. I can only judge based on their tone of voice and the length of their voice.

It's your talent, I don't know if it's in your blood, but... to be honest it's not that I look down on Muggle-borns, but Muggle-borns rarely have such special gifts. "

Newt spoke very fast, which seemed a bit inconsistent with his age of several decades, but more like a young man with a slightly anxious personality.

Iger nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Newt and asked, "These books... are all magic books?"

"Nine times out of ten." Newt nodded: "There are beast languages ​​and... some inexplicable magic that I can't understand. I suggest you be careful when learning, because I haven't got some things up to now. clear…"

Hermione was holding a small creature not far away that Newt was teasing when it came. Newt turned his head and looked at Hermione: "It's a moon monster, it likes to poop very much, be careful, but fortunately they Defecate only at night..."

Seeing Hermione put the little guy down in a hurry, Newt smiled: "Their poo is very valuable, and it can be used as a strong fertilizer if it is collected before dawn. Hagrid always asks me to help him get the moon monsters poop."

Hermione laughed, and reached out to gently touch the little head of the idiot in front of her a few months ago: "They look so cute..."

"If you like, you can take one away. The feed for this little thing is very common and you can buy it anywhere. Many wizard families will raise a few to fertilize the garden." Newt nodded, Hermione was a little embarrassed, and Iger Looking at her, he picked up the biggest one with one eye and stuffed it into the small bag in his bosom.

Then Iger looked at Newt anxiously: "Is there anything else you want to give us?"

"Greed is not a good thing..." Newt looked at Iger and shook his head helplessly: "But I really have something here that I need to give you..."

With that said, Newt took out a cocoon-like thing from his arms and handed it to Iger: "Dumbledore told me that you are very strong now, otherwise I wouldn't give it to you with confidence..."

"What is this?" Iger curiously reached out and poked, and the cocoon immediately stretched out a small tail and hooked it on Iger's middle finger.

"The Winged Demon..." Newt nodded lightly, "Its food is human brains..."

Hermione took a step back with a pale face when she heard the words, and tugged on Iger's sleeve in horror.

Iger looked at the little guy in front of him in amazement. He had heard of this thing, a very rare magical animal.

"So...how did you raise it?" Iger looked at Newt strangely.

Newt pondered for a while before organizing his words: "Since you and Dumbledore have inquired about me, then you should know that I have traveled to dozens of countries legally, and at the same time illegally smuggled dozens of countries. country..."

Newt looked helplessly at Iger's teasing look: "Although I'm a Hufflepuff, I was expelled from the kindest college...um...but I'm not a bad person, you know, travel There are always some blind, illegal dark wizards and so on. After pissing me off, I don't mind feeding them to the Winged Demon. Of course, most of the time it eats the brains of ordinary animals instead... Later, when my wife and I got married, I wanted to give my crooked demon to Hogwarts and put it in the Forbidden Forest, but my wife stopped me, because the crooked demon saved my wife's life, and it was also That Winged Demon caught Grindelwald..."

"This one is just the offspring of that crooked demon. I always buy some animal brains from places like Knockturn Alley. Of course, this will make me feel a little guilty..." Newt said dryly: "But I think If it's you, you should be able to control the amount well, it's not a big meal, and it's not a problem to eat once a month or two..."

Hermione looked at the little cocoon in Iger's hand with some fear, and Newt smiled at her: "Actually, the Winged Demon is very smart, he can understand us, I thought about it before. Let it go, but he looks a little unhappy, this will be angry with me, the little thing is still very loyal..."

"I need to remind you, Iger..." Newt patted Iger on the shoulder: "The danger level of the winged demon is the highest, their sharp teeth can even pry open the scales of the dragon, so you must take care of it ..."

"Thank you, I will~" Iger said with a smile.

After a while, Newt left the two of them to have lunch in the bungalow, and Iger also met Newt's wife, Tina Goldstein, for the first time.

This former excellent Auror of the United States Ministry of Magic seems to like Hermione very much. According to Newt, Tina used to be a rigorous, serious, smart and studious person, which may be caused by the common personality of the two, but compared to Hermione, the younger Tina was more reserved.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, Iger and Hermione came to the door after drinking afternoon tea at Newt's house and raised their wands. Hermione looked at Iger with some doubts: "What are you doing?"

"Wait for the bus..." Iger smiled.

As Iger's voice fell, a three-decker bus appeared in front of him with a bang.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus...my name is Stan Sampak..." said a pockmarked young man with big ears, looking at the two.

"Wizards also have buses?" Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

"Of course, as long as you raise your wand anywhere in England, they will rush over..." Iger nodded.

"Where to? Guys?" Stan asked, looking at the two.

"Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor," Iger said.

"That's not a friendly place..." Stan said, tearing off two tickets and handing them to the two: "It's in the next county, two Galleons per person..."

Iger took out five Galleons from his pocket and handed them to him: "Two more cups of cocoa, no need to look for it, thank you."

Star looked very happy, and quickly brought two cups of cocoa for the two of them. Hermione seemed a little unaccustomed to riding in a car, and was shaken by the vibration of the car from time to time, so she could only hold onto it firmly. Iger's arm.

"Are we going to Malfoy's house?" Hermione looked at Iger and asked, "Iger, you can go by yourself, I still won't go, I don't think Malfoy's racist manor would welcome me..."

"Don't worry, this trip may not be very good, and I'm not sure whether the Malfoy family really welcomes me as he said." Iger grinned: "But I'm going to do business."

"What's the matter with you?" Hermione asked, looking at Iger.

"Of course, I have considered some issues in the past two days." Iger squinted his eyes and thought. After getting the resurrection stone with Dumbledore that day, Iger has been thinking about what he wants this time, and soon he thought of this. times want something.

Hogwarts!

Iger intends to take ownership of Hogwarts!

When he asked Dumbledore, Dumbledore wrote back to him telling him that the title deed and ownership of Hogwarts belonged to the headmaster, but if the headmaster wants to transfer it, he must have more than half of the school board. Only people agree.

It happened at this time that Malfoy's letter arrived... With luck, Iger felt that he could get the Horcrux first, and then completely capture Malfoy's house.

Iger smiled happily when he received the letter. If I remember correctly, Lucius Malfoy is a member of the board of directors, and it is said that the authority is quite large?

However, Iger is not sure whether Lucius Malfoy will really agree. After all, even if he disagrees, Iger cannot give him an Avada. The Malfoy family still has a great influence in the British magic world.

When the knight bus stopped at the foot of the Malfoy Manor, Iger took Hermione out of the car, looked at the ancient manor in the distance, his mouth slightly raised, and then took a small bottle of Felicia from his bag and took a sip...

Iger suddenly felt great, as if he could do anything now...

"Actually, the scenery in this place is pretty good." Iger smiled: "Although it looks gloomy, it may be because of the guardian magic, it looks like it's all foggy..."

Just as they were talking, a sound came from a distance, and a burly man appeared in front of the two of them. The corners of the man's mouth twitched, and he looked at Iger and Hermione behind him happily, his nose slightly expanded, and his tongue slowly licked the yellow teeth.

Iger suddenly sneered: "The visitor is not kind, who are you?"

"You can call me Fenrir, Fenrir Greyback." Fenrir's scorched teeth moved slightly, and his voice was low: "Your meat...looks very tender, it seems that I am lucky..."

"Tsk tsk tsk...it turned out to be a little dog that bites people everywhere..." Iger chuckled: "I've heard of you, the leader of the kobolds?"

"You should learn to be polite, child..." Fenrir shook his head slightly, as if he was convinced of the two of them: "Of course, if you sincerely ask me, I will allow you to join the werewolves..."

With a 'plop', Fenrir's head fell on the grass before the words were finished, and the grin before he died was still on his face.

"The villain always dies because of talking too much. I can cut your head off without a wand..." Iger curled his lips, reached out to pick up Fenrir's dirty hair, and motioned Hermione to follow, and the two faced the front gate of the manor go.

Iger's way of visiting was very unfriendly to the Malfoy family. Anyone who saw the invited guest holding a bloody head in his hand and blowing open the door of their own house would definitely not be happy.

Lucius dared to swear that he never let Fenrir attack Iger. He couldn't help but look at his son Draco suspiciously. Seeing his son shaking his head in panic, it was obviously not him...

But therein lies the problem...

It may be that Fenrir happened to meet Iger when he came to visit, and planned to have a meal of tender meat, but he never wanted to run into a group of Iger who was weak and fucking strong...

Really Nima point your back! Lucius was going crazy with anger, but yellow mud fell into his crotch, either shit or shit...

He recognized the wound on Fenrir's neck, and Snape's forte was unseen.

But Snape never said that it was a magic spell that knocked people's heads off!

"Son, believe it or not, I have to say that this was really just an accident..." Lucius looked at the wand that Iger raised with a smile, and smiled stiffly.

The situation at this time can't help him being careless. The strength of the young man in front of him, no matter which channel he got the news from, can crush him without pressure. Iger may not know the news about him, but Lucius But he knew it clearly.

But that's not why Lucius was nervous. What made him nervous was that after learning about Quirrell before the holiday, he found out that the kid had killed Quirrell with Avada Kedavra in Hogwarts. Luo, this made Lucius realize that the young man in front of him is not a pure white wizard like Dumbledore, and the other party's heart may be very dark!

"Maybe that's the case..." Iger smiled weirdly, he wouldn't believe the Slytherin gang.

"It's really just a coincidence, Iger." Draco looked at Iger hurriedly and said, "Greyback always comes to my house, hoping my dad can buy some of their dark magic items at a low price, I promise you!"

"Okay, since you've said that..." Iger casually threw away Fenrir's dirty head and swallowed it with a fierce fire. Looking at the stiff faces of the family of three in front of him, Iger couldn't help it sniggering.

He was still thinking about what reason he would use to take the initiative, but he didn't expect to catch up with such a good opportunity when he came to the door of the other party's house.

Regarding the behavior of the Malfoy family, as long as I go out to promote it, the outside world will definitely believe what I say...