Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"What's your background, little baby?" Jiang Kun didn't seem to be as sleepy as before. He tilted his head and looked at Iger cheerfully: "Xingmin? Or pure blood?"

"I don't know..." Iger grinned awkwardly: "Well, what is Xingmin?"

"It's the Muggle you call it..." The old man said casually: "Decades ago, with the spread of Western wizarding culture, China also began to use a name called Muggle, but don't call it that, it's swearing..."

"Uh... Big Brother Zhuge is...?" Iger twitched the corners of his mouth.

"That kid is pure blood, the eldest of the Zhuge family. Although the pure blood family in China doesn't discriminate against lucky people, they will pay attention to being a good match when making friends and marrying a wife. That little pig is very arrogant..." Jiang Kun sighed melancholy. He sighed: "I haven't learned much about my skills, but I have learned a lot about my stinky problems. This is the current witchcraft world..."

There are quite a few waves of emotions in the words...

"It is a common problem for wizards, and even in China, the situation is more serious than in the West." Mr. Jiang mumbled unhappily: "Why do young wizards in modern times start to use magic wands? To what real witchcraft heritage..."

What the old man said was very reasonable. Iger felt that he had better listen to this theory a little more, there was no harm.

"Does the little boy know how to master swordsmanship?" The old man looked at Iger cheerfully and asked.

"No..." Iger replied bluntly.

"What about the refining technique?" Jiang Kun asked again.

"Neither... not..." Iger was a little ashamed.

"The technique of Qihuang?"

"No..." Iger grinned awkwardly, and Qi Huangdao was the name of the Chinese potions class.

"Shen Nong Xue?"

"Won't…"

"Astronomical astrology?"

"don't know…"

"Feng Shui finds the pulse?"

"I don't understand..."

"There should be some skills in guarding, right?" Mr. Jiang frowned slightly.

Iger smacked his lips: "This... proficient!"

When he came here, Zhuge Yun said that the technique of guarding is Defense Against the Dark Arts...

"Yo... what's your specialty?" The old man smiled, finally having someone he was good at.

"Swing the hammer!" Iger patted his chest firmly.

Jiang Kun: "???"

The old man felt that he seemed to be out of step with the times. When did swinging a hammer count as a guarding technique?

"How about the movement technique?" Jiang Kun looked at Iger.

"Ignore the restrictions and move around at will! One step is half of China!" Iger clapped on his chest with a proud look on his face.

"Good offspring, the world can go." Jiang Kun smiled.

He understood it, this is a rambling product, except for reckless being reckless, if reckless, just run away, and no one can catch up.

In a sense it is invincible...

"How's it going in Europe now?" Old Man Jiang raised his eyelids.

"Very good." Iger responded casually.

"What is that called Fu... What is Fu?" Jiang Kun narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, but he couldn't think of what it was called.

"Voldemort."

"Yes, Voldemort... Are you still jumping?" Jiang Kun looked at Iger curiously.

"I can't jump up, I was caught, I won't live for long..." Iger laughed.

"That's right, if you want me to say that Albus is timid, you care so much about him, won't it be over if you catch him and kill him?" It's strange for him to die, the little brat is still in the sky..."

Iger is ashamed, he really can't understand why the old men he knows are all fiercer than each other...

Dumbledore captured Grindelwald, Nicole May slaughtered a lot of wizards, and this one in front of him was even more violent and domineering...

"The last time I saw Albus was more than 20 years ago, at the International Conference of Wizards, when he was less than a hundred years old, and I was just in my early 200s..."

Iger: "..."

"At that time, he was very worried, and it made me feel so upset." Mr. Jiang sneered: "If this was my student, the old man would have cleared the door long ago!"

The old man is mighty...

Iger was a little emotional, and he was still too tender.

For a long time, seeing that the old man had finished talking, Iger was turning around and leaving, and then he saw the old man fluttering his hand and flying over a sign.

Iger subconsciously took the sign, which contained the three words Kunlun Hall inscribed in seal script.

"This is the student's waist badge, ID card, hold it, you are my student of Kunlun Hall, go, watch Phoenix..." The old man waved his hand, and Iger bowed to the old man again and turned to leave.

For Iger, contacting Jiang Kun was more tiring than contacting Nicole May and Dumbledore.

Iger can get along with those two people, because whether it's Nicole May or Dumbledore, both of them are alive and kicking. Nicole May can trot even at the age of 670. Who would believe it?

But the old man Jiang was different. He looked like he was dying, and he puffed out cigarettes from time to time, which made Iger afraid that he would get into trouble by talking about the old guy.

Skin? What a joke!

Chinese old man...

What to say? Your uncle or your uncle...

The moment he walked out of the door of the principal's room, a rock rose up from the door and floated upward with Iger. The moment he reached the top floor, the surrounding light suddenly became sunny, and the starry sky that he had just seen disappeared. A quiet and peaceful small forest, faintly the sound of birds chirping in the forest.

Jumping off the rock, Iger walked towards the forest and shouted, "Are there any birds?"

"Who are you?" A crisp voice sounded, and a small colorful head stuck out on a branch not far from Iger. A parrot looked at Iger with its head tilted in human language.

"I'm here to find Phoenix." Iger told the truth.

"No, get out." The little parrot called crisply.

"I'm here to find Phoenix." Iger held up the staff behind him expressionlessly.

"Go in!" The little parrot flapped its wings and flew away, and there was a faint sound of scolding in the air.

...

On the other side, Zhuge Yun met a little doll again.

Also in Tibet, riding a broom, the difference is that this time the foreign doll is a little loli.

Zhuge Yun was a little surprised, why are they smuggling from Tibet today? I should mention it at the next meeting, those **** are too outrageous...

In fact, the issue of national defense has always been a headache for the magic world.

Whether it is Apparition or the door key, it cannot be solved by the fortification of the national border alone, which also causes many dark wizards to be unable to track them at all.

"Where did you... come from? What's your name?" Zhuge Yun sat on the flying carpet, looking at the little girl in front of him with a headache.

Emily looked blankly at the man on the flying carpet in front of her, regardless of whether the other party could understand her own language or not, she immediately murmured a lot.

Although Zhuge Yun's English is not very good, he still understands a few words.

Iger…

"Are you looking for this person?" Zhuge Yun looked at the little girl with a smile, and took out a mirror from his arms, which showed Iger's appearance.

Emily nodded as if pecking at the rice.

Looking at Emily's appearance, Zhuge Yun pinched his chin and thought for a moment.

Could it be Iger's little lover?

"You... come with me..." Zhuge Yun sighed, looking like he had to run again.

Are today's young people so crazy? Chasing your little boyfriend halfway across the world? Don't be afraid to meet the dark wizard...

Zhuge Yun was very fond of Iger. On the one hand, it was the temperament of the other party, and on the other hand, it was because of the golden staff that was half floating behind the other party to show off his wealth. Iger didn't look like an ordinary wizard no matter where he looked.

For a pure-blood family, having a foreign friend with a detached status is a very good thing.

This is true in the West, and even more so in the East.

Moreover, children from an aristocratic family like Zhuge Yun are different from those who emphasize their pure-blood identity every day like Lucius. The traditional Chinese etiquette makes Zhuge Yun not put on his face whether he is friendly or hates each other.

At the same time, in the Hundred Birds Pavilion…

Iger looked at the little phoenix on the plane tree in front of him with a coveted face, and called out in a chatter, "What's your name?"

Phoenix is ​​arrogant, and the one in front of him is obviously no exception. Iger failed to get any response.

This is already the fifth phoenix, and none of the five phoenixes are willing to take care of him.

Iger was helpless and depressed.

Everything Iger has done has always been smooth sailing, and this is the first time I have hit a nail...

So how did Dumbledore's ancestors do it? Why does Phoenix appear as long as someone surnamed Dumbledore needs help?

It's not fair!

Iger sniffed, looked up at the little phoenix on the treetops, and pouted a bit sour.

Ignore it and ignore it, and labor and management don't have to ask for Phoenix...

It's a big deal to raise a chicken, it looks about the same anyway...

Iger thought maliciously, don't say, it really makes me feel better when I think about it this way, Iger didn't bother to pay attention to the firebird on the tree, he sat down on the root of the tree, and took out a piece of **** beef from his arms, raw. Fired up.

I haven't eaten since I left Albania. I finally went back to China once, so I can't come for nothing, right? It's time for a picnic...

After setting up two stone slabs, Iger started roasting the meat on his own. The aroma of the roasted meat continued to drift around, and the smoke from the cooking rose in the forest of the Hundred Birds Pavilion, which looked a little interesting.

"You human being is so unreasonable that you actually grilled meat in front of Phoenix..." Little Phoenix spoke up on the sturdy plane tree.

"It's not my family's Phoenix, what do you think about labor and capital..." Iger pouted.

You don't come with me anyway, why should I consider your thoughts...

Besides, Dumbledore teased Fox with a small cake every day, and he didn't see why Fox was unhappy. To put it bluntly, these stupid birds were used to it.

The phoenix has a unique meaning to the Chinese. Although it seems to be important, it is just a mascot in terms of the essence of the matter...

A few minutes later, Iger glanced at the whitish beef roasted on the slate and sniffed.

"It smells so good..." Iger grinned.

This beef is still for Buckbeak's food, and it has not yet arrived in a hurry, but it has advanced to his stomach.

The little phoenix on the branch looked at Iger and squinted his eyes disdainfully, and seemed to be disgusted.

"Are you going to eat it?" Then he picked up a piece of cooked beef, and Iger looked up at the phoenix on the branch.

"I don't eat unless I practice, and I don't drink unless I have Liquan. Do you understand what it means, little foreign devil?" The little phoenix on the branch raised his head proudly, and shook his slender tail feathers behind him.

"Little... foreign... ghost... child?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

Sure enough, it still gives you too much face...

"You really don't eat?" Iger looked at Phoenix with a smile.

"Who wants to eat that thing, vulgar thing..." Xiao Fenghuang was very arrogant, and then hummed as if in exasperation: "Trash!"

"Very good!" Iger grinned.

As soon as the words fell, the little phoenix saw Iger's figure appearing in front of him instantly, grabbing his neck with one hand, and grabbing his wings with the other hand.

The little thing was suddenly picked up by Iger like a chicken...

"Since you don't want to eat, then let me feed you..." With a weird smile on his face, Iger clamped the wings of the little phoenix between his legs, stretched out the little phoenix's beak, and shoved the beef in!

The chirping of the phoenix in the forest just sounded, and then the chirping became weak and turned into a suppressed chirping sound. After a few minutes, there was no sound in the woods...

In the principal's room, a rocking chair swayed gently, and Mr. Jiang smacked his old smoking gun and looked at a large bronze mirror that was not far away. The mirror was exactly the scene in the Hundred Birds Pavilion on the roof.

Jiang Kun couldn't help laughing when he saw Iger's tough way of stuffing little phoenix with roast beef.

"How unreasonable! How unreasonable, hahahaha..." The old man shook the rocking chair excitedly, with a look of schadenfreude: "Why didn't I think of it in the first place?"

"Is it delicious?" Iger jumped down from the plane tree with the little phoenix, squatted by the fire and asked with raised eyebrows.

"Vulgar things!" The little phoenix's beak opened and closed and let out a few bird calls: "Let me go, I won't eat, I won't eat 嘤嘤嘤..."

The protest was ineffective, and another piece of beef was stuffed into Xiao Fenghuang's mouth, causing Xiao Fenghuang to roll his eyes.

"Is it delicious?" Iger grinned and looked at Little Phoenix with a stern smile.

Little Phoenix shrank his head and stopped speaking...

Another piece of beef stuck in my mouth...

"Is it delicious?" The corners of Iger's mouth twitched slightly.

"good to eat…"

"One more piece?"

Little Phoenix is ​​silent...

It is very young, only two or three hundred years old. From the moment it was born, both the wizards and the clansmen around it told it: If you are not practicing, you will not eat, and if you are not in the spring, you will not drink. Little Phoenix feels that he should be born like this. Noble.

The so-called Lianshi refers to the bamboo rice produced by the old bamboo, and the Liquan is sweet and clear spring water that tastes like light wine.

It can be said to be very picky...

Especially since the Kunlun Hall was built~www.wuxiahere.com~ Little Phoenix has never left the plane tree. Although it looks like every tree is the same, others tell it that it is noble and only the plane tree is worthy of it. its identity.

But this set doesn't work for Iger...

Little Phoenix's more than 200 years of values ​​were smashed to pieces by Iger, and he forcibly stuffed half a catty of cooked beef into it.

Seeing that Little Phoenix didn't speak, Iger picked up another piece of cooked beef and stuffed it. This time, he didn't need to pinch the bird's beak, and the little thing opened his mouth by himself.

"Is that right..." Iger grinned: "Is it delicious?"

Little Phoenix was silent.

Half an hour later, one person and one bird patted their stomachs and leaned against the roots of the tree.

"It's really fragrant..." the little phoenix called out, smacking the bird's beak...