Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

This year's Christmas is not destined to be a good one for Iger, because of the relationship of controlling Moran, Iger has helped the school reclaim several acres of wasteland for free, and Hagrid plans to plant some vegetables on the wasteland to adjust his mood.

But it's not without any benefits. From the third day, Iger can basically stay awake, and on the last day, Iger can change back anytime, anywhere.

"You can control it, but you can't master it?"

Watching Iger weakly transform back again, Dumbledore looked at the land plowed up by Iger with some doubts.

"Huh... for example, it's like Neville riding a Nimbus 2001, that feeling of being uncontrollable, if you think about it, you will hit the wall." Iger spread his hands awkwardly, the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake The surroundings have been messed up by myself, but fortunately, there are not many people here, and no one has been affected.

"It's over now. You've done a great job. What you need to pay attention to in the future is not to hurt other people, especially those around you..." Dumbledore's light blue eyes looked at Iger carefully: "I I want to remind you, Iger, don't...don't do things that make you regret it."

"I understand..." Iger nodded thoughtfully, took the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore, turned around and left leisurely.

no you don't understand...

Dumbledore stared at the direction Iger left in a daze and remained silent.

You still don’t understand the pain of loss, so you don’t have to take it seriously. Once you have experienced the pain of losing the one you love, I’m really worried, Egg, whether you can still abide by your heart and maintain the gentle and kind appearance you were at the beginning...

"It's good to be young, you can be fearless, I vaguely see the shadow of our youth in him, of course, we are not as lazy as him." Dumbledore looked at Iger's back and laughed: "I only hope he Don't go my way..."

"No, your old ways don't appeal to him." Snape snorted.

"I don't quite understand, Albus..." Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with his lips pursed: "We can wait for a few more years, and when he grows up, he can control Momo. Why do we have to choose now?" ?”

Snape glanced at Professor McGonagall, then sneered, "Because the headmaster wants that egg to catch the Dark Lord..."

Snape respected Professor McGonagall very much, whether it was in private or face to face, in Snape's mind, regardless of his strength, Professor McGonagall was much more reliable than Dumbledore, so the sarcasm on his face at this time The target was Dumbledore, and it seemed that he was still very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's proposal.

"How is this possible?" Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly rose: "The child is only thirteen years old! How could we do this? This is extremely irresponsible..."

"Iger is capable, I believe him." Dumbledore interrupted Professor McGonagall, and looked at the two deans beside him seriously: "Besides, I have equipped him with a very serious and reliable assistant."

"Who?" The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, the smile looked less ironic, and he looked forward to hearing his name from Dumbledore.

"Remus Lupine..."

"..."

Snape felt bad, and Snape felt bad ever since he learned that Iger was going to practice controlling silently on Christmas Eve.

"That guy is a werewolf." Snape's expression showed a trace of disdain, three points were gloomy, and the remaining six points were disgusting.

"But he is the most suitable candidate in my opinion." Dumbledore intended to correct Snape's incorrect statement.

"With all due respect, I...is the most suitable candidate." A slow voice sounded, and Snape said in a muffled voice with a sinister face.

"No, you are not suitable..."

Snape looked at Dumbledore in front of him, he felt that since he met Iger,

The old man in front of him is getting worse and worse...

...

As Christmas passed, it was time for Aisha to go back to work. In fact, the reason why Aisha took so many days off for Christmas was because of the people in the office. Tonks directly helped Aisha with her work up.

Of course, the main reason is that Iger did not give less gold...

Basically, during the holidays, Iger would send Lak with a belt that has cast the No Trace Stretch Curse to give warmth to the people in the Auror office. The golden light once warmed the entire Auror office, in order to let Aisha work. Less dangerous.

This caused Scrimgeour to send yelling letters to Iger several times, thinking that Iger had corrupted the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but Iger still went his own way, rich and willful!

Of course, Aisha doesn't know about these things.

In Hogsmeade Village, Aisha touched Iger's slightly immature face with some reluctance, and gently kissed Iger's forehead.

"Why don't you stop doing it, I'll take care of you." Iger pulled Aisha's hand tiredly.

"One can't be idle. I feel very fulfilled now. When you graduate, I will resign and be a housekeeper with peace of mind." Aisha pinched Iger's small face and smiled dotingly.

Reluctantly sending Aisha away, Iger sat at the bar of the Three Broomsticks absent-mindedly: "Flame Whiskey!"

'Boom', an oak wine glass was placed in front of Iger, and the proprietress looked at Iger with a smile: "What a coincidence, the whiskey is sold out, how about the butter beer? Child?"

Iger reluctantly took a sip of the butter beer, and the chill brought by the winter was completely taken away by the butter beer soaked in ginger slices and red dates.

"Minors can't drink alcohol!"

"It will rot..."

The "pig-headed three" hanging at the door smiled strangely, cursing and swearing.

Iger has been wondering what it is, whether it is intelligent or something. If I remember correctly, there is also one hanging in front of the Knight bus, which seems to be a product of alchemy.

I can't eat it just by looking at it...

Iger is not particularly obsessed with food, but due to the habit of the Chinese people, every time they see a new species, they will subconsciously consider whether they can eat it.

The relationship between Iger and Ms. Rosmerta is not particularly harmonious, because every time the lady in front of me refuses to sell her wine, but Ms. Rosmerta treats Iger very well, because Iger once brought her bad luck. Good luck with the little business, Iger just didn't want to go to the dirty Hog's Head, though Aberforth was more than happy to sell him Firewhiskey.

...

The start of school after Christmas is very dull, especially in the lively Gryffindor dormitory, which can basically be regarded as gloomy. Every little lion is caught in the loss of the start of school and cannot extricate himself...including Harry.

Since Harry and Sirius returned to Grimmauld Place, Harry, who originally liked Hogwarts the most, has also begun to care less about the school, which makes Iger a little disappointed.

Men, indeed, are fickle.

But no matter what others think, Iger still loves Hogwarts deeply. After all, this is his home, and it occupies a quite large area.

"The 15-inch-long Transfiguration paper, the 20-inch-long Potions class practice process, and Professor Binns' boring History of Magic paper... Do you know how I spent this vacation?" Ron said with a distorted expression. Looking at the pile of parchment in front of him.

"You can write bigger. If I were you, I would consider asking Lavender Brown to help." Iger looked around and muttered in a low voice. Not far away, a little girl with a round face looked Ron glanced at it, then lowered his head with a flushed face.

"She is currently in a stage of secret love. Once this emotion turns into open love, you may not be able to bear it." Harry analyzed logically, looked at the strange eyes of the two people around him, and Harry grinned He laughed awkwardly: "This is what Sirius taught me. He asked me if there were any girls chasing me in school, and he also told me some characteristics of girls who have a crush on someone."

"What did you say?" Ron thought of his sister again, and looked at Harry with an unfriendly expression.

"I said that many girls confessed their love to me. I can't say that there is no one chasing me, right? That's too cheap." Harry is very concerned about this kind of issue that concerns the dignity and face of men. Iger looked at him The look couldn't help grinning.

If Harry had a normal family, with Harry's own conditions, he would probably become a playboy like James and Sirius, right?

"Sirius told me that many girls had a crush on him when he was in school, and that he would teach me the secret, but I didn't agree, I know he was just bragging." Harry muttered disapprovingly.

"It's not me hitting you... What he said was already very subtle. Don't talk about having a crush on Sirius when he was in school, he confessed a lot." Iger looked at Harry and laughed.

Harry's expression looked funny, his face flushed a little, and he looked at Iger with a hint of disbelief, as if he had been hit in the back of the head by a Bludger.

"Really?" Harry held his head in frustration.

"It's true, don't look at Sirius who looks a bit sloppy now, when he was in school, he was the most romantic of your father and the others, and even now Sirius packs up and goes out for a walk, attracting many singles Madam's attention, at least I think Sirius is really handsome as a man." Iger thought for a while and gave a more pertinent evaluation: "And his own tragic and heroic experience can also give him Plus a lot of points, after all, not everyone can endure twelve years in Azkaban..."

"Harry's godfather...is he good?" Ron looked at Harry eagerly.

Iger looked at Ron with a strange expression: "It's not a question of whether he is powerful or not...he is the kind that is rare... very sloppy, very chic. Unfortunately, he has been imprisoned in Azkaban for too long , failed to appreciate his demeanor..."

Seeing Iger's appearance, Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Why don't you laugh?" Iger looked at the two people in front of him blankly.

"Uh...hahaha..." The two laughed awkwardly when they heard the words.

"What are you laughing at?" Iger turned to look at Harry.

"Uh...Sirius is my godfather..." Harry smacked his lips, feeling confused for a while, didn't you make us laugh?

"What are you laughing at?" Iger turned to look at Ron.

"I..." Ron's expression was twisted: "I plan to invite Harry and his godfather to our house during the holidays."

Hmm... Iger turned and left in satisfaction. Harry and Ron looked at Iger's back in a daze.

"What happened to him just now?" Harry looked at Ron suspiciously.

"I don't know, a genius, the thoughts in his head are always different from those of normal people, just like Dumbledore..." Ron muttered softly.

"You said Dumbledore was like an old madman..." Harry muttered.

Iger, who had left the Gryffindor Tower, was going to find Hermione. The little girl plunged into the library as soon as she came back. For some reason, she looked a little irritable.

The heavy books in the library were floating around in the air, looking for their own positions. Mrs. Pince read them in dissatisfaction. It seemed that she was very dissatisfied with the students who misplaced the books. Fortunately, the students can The books read only accounted for one-fifth of the library, otherwise Mrs. Pince would have gone berserk if the restricted area was counted.

"What's the matter? You look unhappy when you come back?" Iger smiled and lay beside Hermione, gently fiddling with Hermione's fluffy hair.

"Hmph..." The little girl raised her chin arrogantly, dismissing Iger's question.

"Eh..." Iger's mouth twitched: "I...have shit on me? Such a disgusting look?"

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, looking like she wanted to laugh, but because Iger was beside her, she just pursed her lips with a serious expression, her pretty face was full of frost.

"You don't realize your problem." Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered with displeasure.

"I was wrong!" Iger nodded seriously.

"Really? What's wrong?" Hermione glanced at Iger, but judging from Iger's fingers constantly chatting about his hair, Iger's apology was not sincere.

"It's a mistake anyway..." Iger muttered vaguely.

I don't know where I went wrong, anyway, it's right to apologize and admit my mistake at this time...

Hermione smiled unknowingly as she looked at Iger, with a smile in her bright eyes: "How long has Aisha been here?"

"Not long ago..." Iger probably understood what Hermione was thinking. Is the little girl jealous?

Only twelve years old! Just started to get jealous? How should I live in the days to come?

Iger suddenly realized that if he wanted to enjoy the blessings of everyone, it might not be that simple...

Not all women are as non-competitive as Aisha, with a peaceful look. The one in front of her is the future Minister of Magic. She even wants to protect the rights of house-elves, let alone her own!

Iger can probably imagine how Hermione would cut himself open in the future with a knife in one hand and a wand in the other...

After the end, maybe the mood will be clear and take your own head to drift...

What is this? Day at Hogwarts?

Shaking his head and shaking these terrifying thoughts out of his head, a cold sweat broke out on Iger's forehead, and he felt that he was caught in a dilemma.

Since ancient times, Britain has rarely had the tradition of men superior to women and polygamy, let alone in this era of growing feminism, if Iger really shouted outside: I want to marry ten! Then Iger estimates that Rita Skeeter may try to enter Azkaban and nail herself to the pillar of shame in history.

It's still too naive, the time traveler and the like are all liars...

Women are selfish creatures, how could they allow themselves to have a harem?

But in this situation, you can't give up one of them, right?

Thinking of this, Iger's heart was disturbed again...

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