Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

That night, the Gryffindor tower was extremely lively. In fact, since Iger came to Hogwarts, the Gryffindor tower has to hold a banquet from time to time because of some trivial matters. Fortunately, all the food needed for the banquet is available. It was purchased by the school, and there is no need for the owner of the castle, Iger, to pay for it...

But in fact, even if Iger wants to buy it, he can afford it.

Iger had always thought that all the ingredients for so many people in Hogwarts were bought. It wasn't until later that Iger discovered that, except for the vegetables picked from the small gardens grown by Hagrid, there were some samples of other foods. Finally, the house elves use magic to make the food more...

Iger was surprised when he knew it, so he asked Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall told him that according to the first of the five exceptions to the "Gamp's Basic Transformation Law", although magic cannot conjure food out of thin air, but They can be increased on the basis of the original...

Iger couldn't help but wonder: "I can't turn into beef, can I turn into a cow?"

"Unfortunately, no, but if you know where there is a cow, you can summon it, or make the cow bigger, or kill the cow and cast a spell on the beef to make them more..." Professor McGonagall said so to speak...

Iger finally understands why even though the Weasley family is said to be poor, their meals are still abundant every day...

As long as there is some food in the vegetable garden, the wizard's family only needs to buy a turkey for Christmas...

Professor McGonagall also told Iger that Transfiguration cannot change magical items, and can only change one form at most...

So Iger couldn't conjure Gold Gallon, and even wizards in the Muggle Mint cast anti-copy spells, which completely cut off Iger's last thoughts.

Thinking about Iger, I couldn't help laughing again. After all, what I can think of, how could those wizards and greedy goblins who control currency circulation not think of it?

Not far away, Fred confessed his love to Angelina with a glass of butter beer. George on the side laughed, and Egger looked at the twins with his chin up and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Iger knows, in fact, that George likes Angelina too...

A lot of things have really changed since I came here... Egger rested his chin and looked at the burning fireplace in front of him. The autumn night at Hogwarts has begun to become a bit cold.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione coughed, blushing and lifted the blanket that Iger had covered her body to nest next to Iger.

"I'm thinking about something that will make me happy..." Iger smiled, reached out to put Hermione's shoulders and pulled her into his arms, and then lay down on the sofa. Hermione suddenly lay on Iger's body in a panic.

Not far away, Fred and George watched the two coaxing, and the tower became more lively.

Hermione's face was flushed, but fortunately, she had long been used to Iger's mischievous appearance, and she lay quietly on Iger's chest.

"I want to do one thing, but it's not time to do it yet..." Iger whispered while hugging Hermione, and Hermione's face suddenly turned redder.

"If it is done, there may be some uncontrollable factors, and the result may be very bad..." Iger frowned and thought.

Hermione's face was so red that steam could come out, and then she whispered softly in Iger's ear: "What result?"

"The result may be dangerous..." Iger said subconsciously, and patted Hermione on the back lightly.

Hermione looked at Iger with shining eyes: "Are you afraid of danger?"

"Not afraid..." Iger smacked his lips.

Hermione nodded shyly, her little feet gently hooked Iger's leg, and whispered: "If you are not afraid, there is nothing you can't do..."

"Yes!" Iger suddenly sat up and pressed Hermione's shoulder, his eyes lit up: "I'm not afraid, what are you worried about!"

Hermione froze,

She found that what the two said seemed to be on a different channel...

Iger hugged Hermione's face and kissed: "Thank you for reminding me, I still have some things, you go to bed early."

With that said, Iger hurried out of the hole and ran towards Dumbledore's office.

"Stop!" Filch's sinister voice came, and then a white light hit him, and Filch froze with a dazed expression.

Iger felt that it was not good for Filch to forget everything all the time. He always stopped himself with a lack of memory, and then he couldn't help shaking his head. I'm a substitute teacher now, so I'm panicking! Besides, the whole castle is mine...

Running all the way to the door of Dumbledore's office, the stone statue opened slowly and directly.

This is the privilege of the Lord of Hogwarts. There is no need for a password anywhere on Iger, as long as his name is written on the title deed. This is a spiritual agreement, a bit similar to an unbreakable oath. It's useless if the compound soup turns into Iger's appearance.

Of course, apart from Ravenclaw's door knocker, the dead raven will not sell anyone's face, not even Dumbledore...

"Good evening, Professor!" Iger rushed into the room in a hurry. He was lucky that Dumbledore was eating a small snack.

"I think it must be very important to make you give up the party and come to me in a hurry..." Dumbledore looked at Iger in surprise.

"That's right!" Iger nodded, and pulled out a piece of parchment: "I solemnly swear that I have no good intentions."

A map suddenly appeared on the parchment, and Dumbledore looked at the map in front of him with great interest, and he saw Iger and his own name.

"James and the others are really very good, whether it's Animagus or the production of magic items..." Dumbledore nodded with nostalgia in his eyes: "So, you are here to turn in this prohibited item of?"

Dumbledore looked at Iger and blinked with a smile, Iger curled his lips: "Don't even think about it, look at this."

Iger adjusted the map to Gryffindor's tower. Since the students were all gathered in the common room at this time, the dormitory seemed empty.

"Peter Pettigrew..." Iger pointed at a name with the tip of his wand: "This is Ron's mouse, it's an Animagus... I think this should be enough for you to think of many things, Professor..."

"You mean..." Dumbledore raised his eyelids and looked at Iger.

"I don't know if you know, Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper of the Potter family. This was the idea that Sirius Black came up with. They claimed that Sirius was the secret keeper, but Peter Pettigrew was the real one. Leaker." Iger said leisurely.

"Oh, my great-great-great-grandson..." The portrait of Phineas on the wall sneered, "It's human nature that doesn't count in the end."

Iger looked at the portrait of Phineas, and for some reason, he felt that the old man with the goatee was relieved.

"Dumbledore, what are you waiting for! Hurry up and catch that despicable leaker!" Iger guessed right, Phineas' goatee on the portrait trembled, and the old man shouted excitedly .

Iger: "..."

"Calm down, Phineas..." said a very handsome witch next to her. Iger remembered that this one seemed to be named Dai Lisi Dewante, a former headmaster of Hogwarts.

In fact, the portraits in the principal's office are all past principals. They only obey the orders of the current principal, and because of their prominent status, they can visit other portraits of themselves in places like the Ministry of Magic or St. Mungo, and they It also controls a very important thing - the access control of the principal's office!

For headmasters they don't approve of, such as Dolores Umbridge appointed by the Ministry of Magic, they have the right to reject them...

"How can I calm down?" Phineas shouted violently: "The last descendant of the Black family has been wronged in Azkaban for twelve years! God, how did that child spend these twelve years?"

Although Phineas has always looked down on Sirius and thinks he should not be assigned to Gryffindor, but it has to be said that the old man attaches great importance to such things as bloodline continuation.

"Calm down, Phineas, we're not far behind." Dumbledore raised his head and gestured, then turned to look at Iger: "How long have you known?"

"I've known it for a long time, but I'm afraid that catching him in advance will cause some bad consequences." Iger thought for a while and said.

"For example?" Dumbledore reached out his hand again to signal Phineas to calm down, and then looked at Iger.

"For example, Voldemort returned early." Iger nodded.

Dumbledore nodded knowingly: "You are right. If he runs away and has nowhere to go, it is indeed possible to find out about Voldemort's clues and return to his master, but I am curious about Iger, what is it?" Made you change your mind? If I'm not wrong, you should have originally planned to push this time back as much as possible, right?"

Iger nodded and grinned: "Thanks to Hermione, I realized it... I'm not afraid of him, I don't care when he comes back, anyway, I will kill him sooner or later..."

"It's a reckless idea, but I think you're right." Dumbledore nodded, "I think you should know that his return is inevitable while I have two more days to live with this old bone. "

"That's right." Iger nodded: "So I thought, instead of passively waiting for him to come back, why don't we just grab him and put him in a cage, and resurrect him in our own way?"

Dumbledore nodded: "So you plan to..."

"I will catch him." Iger nodded: "But I guess Fudge will not be willing to admit that it was the Ministry of Magic's mistake that caused Black to be wronged, so he will definitely take the dementor and impatiently give Peter Pettigrew one. Kiss, I want the teachers to arrange a patron saint at the door of the principal's office to prevent any dementors from entering."

"I assure you, Iger, they won't even be able to enter Hogwarts." Dumbledore nodded: "When are you going to?"

"I'll grab it right away, so please tell the other professors as soon as possible, Professor." Iger turned and left without delay.

Dumbledore watched Iger's movements and quickly stood up, and followed Iger out of the office.

Iger ran all the way back to the tower, pretending to have accidentally entered the wrong room, and entered Harry and Ron's dormitory all the way. Looking at the fat mouse sleeping on Ron's bed, Iger lifted the mouse with a smile.

Pettigrew Peter thought it was Ron in his sleep, and arched comfortably in Iger's hand.

Iger immediately petrified with a smile, and the fat mouse suddenly woke up, staring at Iger in horror.

Iger casually put the mouse in his pocket, and in order to prevent any accidents, he reached out and grabbed the fat mouse in his pocket, and then walked through the lively common room, all the way to the door of the principal's office.

At this time, at the door of the principal's office, several patron saints were waiting in formation. Behind Dumbledore, four deans were firmly controlling the door of the principal's office.

"Caught it?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Iger.

"Caught it." Iger nodded, followed Dumbledore into the principal's office, and Professor McGonagall hurried to the principal's office.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall looked at Iger in surprise.

"Don't remove your patron saint, Severus." Dumbledore glanced at Snape and said, then took the big mouse handed over by Iger, and pointed at the wand in his hand: "The original form appears!"

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and threw the fat mouse on a soft chair. The gray-haired mouse suddenly swelled up, and then turned into a fat man with mischievous eyebrows.

"He was under my petrification spell." Iger smiled, and took out a small bottle of Veritaserum from his robe: "Just three small drops..."

Snape looked at the small bottle in Iger's hand and his face twitched. He regretted giving the veritaserum to Iger...

"Evra!" Dumbledore looked at a portrait on the wall, which was a former headmaster, who had his own portrait in the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's go." Evra nodded, turned and disappeared into the portrait.

After Dumbledore asked Peter Pettigrew, who drank Veritaserum, what happened twelve years ago, Iger casually cast a stun spell on Peter Pettigrew, and the whole room fell into silence again.

The wand in Snape's hand moved. It seemed that he really wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew, but after seeing Iger's gaze, Snape finally just pursed his lips and put his wand back behind him.

"Shame!" Professor McGonagall looked at Peter Pettigrew with red eyes: "How could there be such a shame in Gryffindor!"

Professor McGonagall was trembling with anger, and Iger walked gently to her side to help him. Professor McGonagall broke away from Iger's support with his thin arms, tightly holding the wand in his hand, and his cheeks trembled slightly. Seeing that Professor McGonagall is so angry like this, it seems that this old witch, who is nearly a hundred years old, really wants to use her wand to give Pettigrew Cruciatus.

"I thought it was Sirius!" Professor McGonagall yelled loudly, the corners of his eyes sparkling slightly: "That kid has been in Azkaban for twelve years, I can't imagine what kind of life he lived! Just Because of this trash, Potter and Lily died! Sirius entered Azkaban... How dare he hide beside Potter's son?!"

Professor McGonagall spoke with trembling lips, and there was no blood on his thin lips. Then he pointed his wand, and the chair under Peter Pettigrew, who was in a coma, suddenly turned into a dense grid-like iron cage, and Peter Pettigrew Wrapped inside, the gaps in each grid can't even get through a toad, let alone a mouse.

Dumbledore patted Professor McGonagall on the shoulder lightly to signal her to calm down, then looked at Iger with a look of questioning and seriousness in his eyes: "Sometimes I feel that my calmness is a sin, because this It could cause suffering for others."

"I can understand. In fact, I have been struggling for a long time." Iger nodded: "I knew it a long time ago, but I didn't dare to change the direction of things at will. The reason why I was able to catch him in advance is that It’s also because I think I’m strong enough now.”

"I don't recommend making rules with absolute power." Dumbledore looked at Iger, and then at the wand in his hand.

"But sometimes we have no choice, because the rules are made by power." Iger shook his head: "If I want to see the flowers bloom, I have to face the blood of the flower pickers. I don't care if my hands are clean, As long as the flowers are pure."