Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Half a month has passed since the vacation at this time, and the time to capture Voldemort is shorter than Iger imagined. Of course, the main reason is because Lupin is too anxious on the road, otherwise Iger can also play in Italy for half a month...

When Dolores wandered around the house for two days, the Grangers were helpless and passively adapted to her presence, although it didn't seem like much to Iger and Hermione.

Their values ​​have changed since they became wizards...

Especially Hermione, after getting acquainted with Buckbeak, the pythons are just sprinkling water, so it's no surprise that Iger didn't lead a basilisk home.

But what surprised Iger was not the Grangers' adaptation to Dolores, but the relationship between Lack and Dolores.

The two of them have a good relationship?

This made Iger a little confused.

Iger often sees Lack stepping on top of Dolores' head, and the boa constrictor swimming around with him...

A good relationship between an eagle and a snake?

Iger couldn't help but feel a little emotional, Dolores is really the gentlest python he has ever seen...

Or is it stupid?

Since Iger came back, Hermione seemed to be living in Iger's house, quietly reading books every day, quite a few years of quiet meaning.

As for the holiday homework, I finished it early.

At night, the golden light warmed the whole room. Hermione curled her legs against the wall inside Iger's bed, holding a book and looking at it with no heart, and glanced in Iger's direction from time to time.

Iger was grabbing at the head of the dementor, hoping to figure out the structure of this peculiar species.

The Dementor was terrified, the house was full of joy and happiness, but he didn't dare to breathe...

"You said you were going to take me to Paris..."

For a long time, Hermione's voice sounded faintly in her ears.

Iger came back to his senses, and stuffed the dementor into the box beside him. He turned around and looked at Hermione with a smile: "I'm still wondering when you can't help but ask me..."

Hermione immediately slapped Iger with a flushed face: "You can't take the initiative if you're a boy!"

"Didn't you always emphasize equality between men and women?" Ai Dazhinan said unconsciously, quite jokingly.

"If you don't go, don't go..." Hermione turned her face angrily, and then saw a slender hand on her shoulder, the scene in front of her was suddenly distorted, and the two appeared in Paris, France in an instant. .

At the moment of landing, a large black robe quickly draped over Hermione's body, followed by the strong wind in the mid-air of Paris at night.

"Where is this?" Hermione felt that her voice was being blown away by the wind.

"The top of the Eiffel Tower..." Iger grinned, holding Hermione's hand tightly: "Grab my hand, or you will die if you fall..."

The little girl nodded hastily, held Iger's hand tightly, turned her head and looked at the city below timidly.

It's a pity that the guardrail on the side can't give her any sense of security. Hermione's hands are densely covered with sweat just at a glance...

"Are you afraid?" Iger turned to look at Hermione with a smile.

"Well..." Hermione nodded lightly. The height made her legs a little weak. She was not playing Quidditch, and she didn't have a wand on her body. The little girl was panicked...

"Look at my eyes..." Iger turned over Hermione's face and looked at each other: "Can you dance?"

"Dad taught me..." Hermione panicked even more, but this time it wasn't because of her fear of heights, but because Iger was too close to her.

"Let's dance?" Iger grinned: "You teach me."

"Well..." Hermione responded slightly sluggishly, and then awkwardly held Iger's hand and led him to gently swaying dance steps.

Iger hummed a song in his throat and moved gently with Hermione's footsteps. The wind in the night sky seemed to be unable to conceal Iger's humming song. The two little figures danced gently on the top of the tower.

Hermione danced very seriously, and Iger was also very serious in her studies. At the top of the Eiffel Tower under the night, the hearts of the young girls were getting closer and closer.

"It feels a little dark..." Hermione turned her head to look.

"There must be light..." Iger grinned, and the staff floating not far behind flew to the top of the tower with a whistle, shooting a fiery red firework towards the sky. It exploded and turned into a grand rose firework.

Paris is not destined to be peaceful tonight, especially when the tower is overshadowed by cascading fireworks...

Countless romantic Frenchmen ran into the streets, shouting excitedly in the direction of the tower.

The Muggle Prime Minister standing in front of the window looked puzzled, will there be a fireworks show on the tower tonight?

The Minister of Magic of France is also confused, which wizard is so arrogant? Go to the tower and set off fireworks? Is Nima playing so big?

But that had nothing to do with Iger. The night wind brought Iger's supple blonde hair, and Iger pressed Hermione against the guardrail next to him: "Is it beautiful?"

"Well..." Hermione's voice trembled.

"Not as beautiful as you..." Iger's voice murmured in Hermione's ear, and Hermione felt her face burning.

Iger was so close that Hermione could even feel a restless place in Iger...

"We're the only ones here tonight, and within the entire range of the tower, don't even think about Apparitions coming in..." Iger's voice gently stirred Hermione's heartbeat with a hint of temptation, and Hermione's breathing became more rapid...

It took a long time for Hermione to calm down reluctantly, looking at Iger with watery eyes, her slender legs lightly wrapped around Iger's waist: "Say you love me!"

"I love you."

...

Early the next morning, a violent storm broke out in the French wizarding world, and the entire Ministry of Magic was in a state of turmoil.

For most of the night, the top of the Eiffel Tower was surrounded by fireworks, half of the city's Muggle electronics failed, and a group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic couldn't Apparate under the tower, even entering the tower. not!

The Minister was going crazy, because of such a firework, the Ministry of Magic had to work overtime to modify the memory of hundreds of thousands of Muggles, forcing them to declare to the public that this was just a fireworks display by the Muggle government.

And from start to finish, the entire Ministry of Magic doesn't even know who did this...

Not only in France, but the Daily Prophet also published this news early this morning. Hermione blushed the moment she saw the newspaper, while Iger continued to eat breakfast calmly.

"Is this done by a wizard?" Chris looked at the newspaper in his hand with surprise: "It's a big deal..."

"Yeah, the whole tower is surrounded by fireworks, it's so romantic..." Mrs. Granger said with a smile while eating chips.

"It's absurd to say that Iger might have done it in the newspaper!" Chris looked at the newspaper and laughed: "'The French Ministry of Magic has tried all kinds of methods but failed to get into the tower. The Aurors stood dumbfounded under the iron tower, and there are not many people in Europe with this level of magic power. If it wasn't for Albus Dumbledore, then it was Iger Morriss who was with him. My girlfriend is dating... 'How is this possible? Don't wizards need to report to the Ministry of Magic when they enter or leave the country?"

Both the adopted son and the daughter are wizards. The Granger and his wife are familiar with some things in the magical world, and Elsa often chats with Mrs. Granger, so they take it for granted that this report is nonsense.

Hermione glanced at the newspaper with a ruddy face, and ate breakfast silently.

Yes, entry and exit need to be reported...

Because there is no way for normal people to Apparate to France, the only way to enter and exit is to go through the Ministry of Magic's channel...

Hermione has her own mind and naturally won't speak at will, because she tasted the smell of ageing agent for the first time last night, and heather...

Iger also has his own thoughts, and of course he won't talk casually, because he sent Hermione back last night, and took Elsa to the iron tower again...

After dinner, Iger said hello to the Grangers and disappeared, appearing at the door of an old house at the end of Spider Alley.

He pushed open the door, bypassed several old bookshelves in the living room, and got into a small hidden room beside him.

"I thought you should be in France at this time..." Snape's flat voice came, Iger turned his head and looked, Snape in black robe was sitting behind the table and boiling the cauldron: "Or maybe... ?"

"I'll... get some age-enhancing agent..." Iger smiled awkwardly.

Snape sneered as if he had thought of something: "You have a great idea..."

with you say? old virgin...

Iger spread out his hands, rummaged through the boxes, and then turned to look at Snape: "By the way, do you know who this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is?"

"...Who?" Snape raised his head to look at Iger, he always had a bad premonition.

"Sirius Black..." Iger reached out and took out a large bottle and stuffed it into his arms: "He is Harry's godfather, I think you should have a common language, such as bringing children or something..."

Snape's face turned black instantly, completely black...

If there was anyone Snape hated the most, it was none other than James.

But if it is the person who hates the most, it must be Sirius.

Because this guy almost cost him his life.

Iger left Snape's house feeling refreshed.

Labor and management are not so good at teasing...

Iger didn't know how Snape would react when he knew about this, but judging from his reaction, he should have just learned about it...

I didn't care whether Snape would try to rip with Dumbledore or not, Iger took Hermione and Elsa around Europe for a few days.

Dinner on the banks of the Seine today, a cruise on Italy's high seas tomorrow or something.

Since Iger and Fudge tore their faces, even working with Elsa has become much easier, and now they only wear the name of an Auror, and there is no need to go to the office.

But Aisha doesn't care, she originally went to work to find something to do for herself. If Iger hadn't disagreed with life and death, Aisha would have even applied for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts...

Fudge didn't dare to really push Elsa out of the Ministry. After all, in the eyes of other Ministry of Magic employees, Elsa is their gold master. Elsa is gone, where are they going to get extra money?

What Iger gave was pure gold! What can you Fudge give us?

No way, it's so real...

But what Fudge thinks is that I dare not push you out, can I still give you a vacation?

Paid vacation? A fool doesn't do it...

For a few days in a row, Iger took the two girls out to play as much as possible, and lived a very comfortable life.

But he was comfortable, Dumbledore was uncomfortable...

Madame Maxime's roaring letter was placed on Dumbledore's desk because of an unexplained fireworks display on the French Tower two days ago...

Even the newspapers don't dare to casually insist that someone did it, and can only make a simple guess, but Mrs. Maxime doesn't have to. It can make the entire Ministry of Magic stand outside the tower and stare. Europe has There are many people with this kind of strength, but only one can do this kind of thing...

Even the International Federation of Wizards sent a letter of complaint to Dumbledore, asking him to take good care of a husky in the UK.

Dumbledore feels very aggrieved about this kind of thing, and I can't look down on him...

A step is a country, so who can stand it? I can't do it either, okay?

As for the French Ministry of Magic, they directly blacked Aigra, but there was no way, they said it was not enough, when Aigue should appear, he would still appear on the streets of Paris, and the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic did not dare to come forward at all. …

In the shadow of the famous tree of people, France and the United Kingdom are separated by a sea. In China, it is the width of the mouth of the Yangtze River. The wizards of the two countries rely on owls to communicate, so some information is also very thorough.

Like how strong a certain **** is...

"This matter, the British Ministry of Magic must give us an explanation!"

Like Dumbledore, Fudge has his troubles, like the video call of the French Minister of Magic next door...

The magical world has its own information transmission channels, not just relying on owls to communicate. For example, Fudge has an alchemy booklet. This kind of communication booklet is full of other people's photos, portraits, or mirrors. Fudge can always be here. Communicate with others above.

This thing is very expensive. In the past, Fudge always used it to show off, but today I have the urge to throw it away for the first time...

He closed the booklet with a livid face, and Fudge roared in his heart.

I also want to give you an explanation, but who is here to give me an explanation?

I'm a Minister of Magic being threatened by a twelve-year-old kid with his nose pointed at me. I don't want to lose face?

What can I say to you? Take your life?

Fudge felt that his life was always very aggrieved~www.wuxiahere.com~ The last time he was so aggrieved was when Dumbledore put him in the position of minister.

The last time was when I wanted to run for Minister of Magic but the Death Eaters were rampant in the country.

There is nothing to worry about!

But even if he feels aggrieved in his heart, Fudge will not show it on his face. Although Taijiquan is Chinese, politicians in every country will fight...

After thinking about it for a long time, Fudge opened the booklet and turned to the page of an old man with a white beard.

"Albus, you must give me an explanation!"

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