Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Niko, that kid will definitely need your help in the future. I noticed that his wand has started to scorch, which proves that the magic in his body is far more than the distorted silence we see."

Dumbledore's voice continued to emerge from the sphere of light, punctuated by Snape's extremely impatient voice.

Iger's eyes were slightly red, and he kept sobbing in a low voice.

"That kid isn't obsessed with his own background, which is really good news, thank goodness, you know Niko..."

Dumbledore's cheerful voice continued to sound, but Iger was no longer in the mood to listen, and disappeared into the safe room in a flash.

"Ah..." Nicoleme stretched out her arm while watching Iger disappeared, and then swallowed dryly.

"I want to check my body..." The old man felt a little aggrieved.

Although I know the relationship is not that good, but why don't you think of me as air?

Too much! I'll never help him with anything again! The old man turned around and went back to the house with a bit of a heart...

…

Iger felt that people who really love themselves would not laugh at their changes. It turns out that he still thinks too much...

"Pfft...hahahahahahaha!"

Since Iger returned home, Mrs. Granger's magical laughter has never stopped. Wherever Iger goes now, Mrs. Granger's heroic laughter echoes in her head.

Listening to Mrs. Granger's broken laughter in the living room downstairs, Iger felt that she was really laughing like a pig...

From the time Iger arrived home, Mrs. Granger kept laughing as soon as she saw the two horns on Iger's head. Chris touched Iger's horns from time to time, and then smirked like a lunatic.

"Baby, you are so cute! Socute! Hahahaha..." At the dinner table at night, Mrs. Granger kept pinching Iger's little cheek and laughing: "Why did you become like this? It's like a crime. ,So cute!"

Saying that, Mrs. Granger kneaded Iger's face again, unwillingly.

Hermione looked at Iger with a blushing face, smirked from time to time, and then fell into a strange and low silence again. Iger looked a little uncomfortable, and I wondered if the little girl had any views on herself...

Mrs. Granger had been laughing for more than three hours before finally stopping the magical laughter, and then the laughter broke out again after Iger's tail got out, and the whole person almost fainted on the sofa with laughter, watching Iger for a while. confused.

Chris and Hermione on the side looked strangely at the twisting tail behind Iger, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Kaka doesn't have any opinion on Iger's appearance. In his opinion, Iger is his own young master, and his young master is the most handsome no matter what he becomes.

"So, that means, Iger, you are not a human, but a devil or a devil... Is that so?" Chris looked at the horns on Iger's head curiously.

"Hmm..." Iger hummed sullenly.

"God, our child turns out to be a little devil, it's unbelievable hahaha..." Mrs. Granger was still laughing, with a sense of not being able to stop, grabbing Iger from time to time and kneading, Looking very excited.

"Thank God, my daughter is a witch, and my son is a devil. This wonderful life is so exciting..." Mrs. Granger immediately folded her hands reverently and began to pray, watching Iger's old slot stuck in Throat is choked up.

Are you sure this life was given to you by God? you heresy...

If you put it in the past, it will be tied at the stake and burned, right?

Your daughter is a witch and your son is a demon, so are you praying to God or provoking?

At night, Iger sat at the desk in the room and fell into contemplation. Thank goodness, the Grangers did not alienate themselves because of their identity, but for some reason, Hermione seemed to have some concerns.

The door rang, and Hermione walked in with her small head drooping, looking at Iger timidly.

"Iger, I have something to ask you..." Hermione's voice sounded a little low.

Iger's heart suddenly tightened, isn't the little girl here to draw a line?

If yes, what should I do?

There was an inexplicable pantothenic acid in my heart, and for the first time Iger felt powerless about feelings.

"If you have something to say, just say it..." Iger's voice sounded a little low, showing a deadly calm, he felt as if his heart was clenched by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe, as if he was waiting Hermione sentenced herself the same.

It was the first time Iger had been so uncomfortable since his rebirth.

Hermione's breathing was a little short, and her tender little feet were rubbing against the floor in slippers...

"That... demons and humans, can they have babies?" Hermione looked at Iger with a blood-red face, and her eyes looked a little uneasy.

"...should... no problem..." Iger's heart suddenly became ecstatic, but he still looked at Hermione calmly: "Veela and giants can have offspring with humans, there is no reason why demons can't..."

"Oh..." Hermione's face turned even redder: "I want to say, if we really don't have children in the future, we can also adopt..."

So that's why you've been silent just now? Iger silently looked at the little girl in front of him. The little girl thought it was too early.

Laughing maliciously, Iger reached out and grabbed Hermione's arm, and the two appeared at the top of the Eiffel Tower with a 'pop'...

Originally, after the last incident, the French Ministry of Magic would leave one person on duty on the tower every day. With Iger's appearance, the Auror on duty didn't respond at all, and just rolled his eyes and passed out...

"I deeply feel that we can practice and then draw conclusions..."

Pressing Hermione on the iron railing aside, Iger looked at Hermione, whose face was flushed with shortness of breath.

Tonight, the passionate Parisians once again saw the free fireworks released by their government over the Eiffel Tower.

Colorful fireworks rose layer by layer above the night sky, and the whole Paris was once again plunged into a sea of ​​carnival. Countless couples took to the streets hand in hand, and the streets were full of kissing couples.

The Minister of the French Ministry of Magic felt that he was going crazy, and the moment the fireworks exploded, he contacted Madame Maxime again.

In a wizard's bar in Paris, two tall figures looked at each other affectionately. The fireworks in the night sky outside the window added a layer of ambiguity to the atmosphere between the two. The buzzing sounded, and Maxim looked at his own. The alchemy booklet, glanced at the name gradually displayed on the booklet, and threw it into the distance.

"Is it okay? It seems to be your minister..." Hagrid asked in a low voice, his small black beetle eyes flashing with affection.

"Fuck him..." Madame Maxime looked at Hagrid obsessively: "The fireworks are so beautiful."

"Oh...you're more beautiful."

The sour smell of love continued to permeate the small single room, and the Minister felt that he was going crazy.

In just three minutes, he has kicked over five chairs...

Gritting his teeth, he looked at the top of the iron tower in the distance, and the Minister felt a little bruised in his brain.

Neuropathy, are you? What's wrong with you?

Where do you think this is? The back garden of your house?

By the way, why do you always run to our Eiffel Tower in a place as big as your home?

Surely he is sick!

Opening the alchemy pamphlet, the Minister was furious and crooked, is Fudge there?

Sorry, the number you dialed is currently active...

crooked? Professor Dumbledore?

beep...

Grass, is this really a hooligan?

You guys are going to play hooligans collectively, right?

The Minister felt extremely aggrieved. If it weren't for the significance of the tower, he would have shot a rocket launcher...

…

Iger's life after returning to the UK has not changed much compared to before. Just as Iger thought, Elsa was very pleased with Iger's appearance, and even took the opportunity to give Iger a heck of a meal.

Harry and Sirius also came to visit once after the letter with Iger, Harry said: Oh, boy, you are so handsome.

Sirius also kept measuring on his head, as if he was thinking about his horns.

Everything around her doesn't seem to be going in the direction Iger envisioned, and even Rita Skeeter has kept a sensible silence on Iger's new look.

She can criticize Dumbledore, but she doesn't dare to make irresponsible remarks about Iger even if she has ten courage, and she even has to find a way to clean up Iger's character, so she will look at Iger's current style, and Rita will feel that she is this holiday. Some are busy...

To Iger's surprise, when the news that he was not human was spread, the response of the British magic circle did not seem to be very high.

At first, people were still a little curious, and someone would always ask: What bloodline is that poisonous egg? Giant? Or a goblin? Not always a goblin, right?

Then someone will tell him that it's a devil...

Then people will mutter: Oh, it's quite appropriate...

The British magic world is not very big. According to the population, the number of people in a town is almost dead. According to word of mouth, it seems that there is not much opinion on this.

Iger found that the standard for people to discriminate against mixed-race humans is whether the other half of the bloodline is inferior. For example, some people think that the bloodline of goblins or house-elves is inferior.

But if it is a devil or a demon, everyone seems to have no impression.

Even in the wizarding world, most of the impression of demons is the image of the mythical figure with horns and wings on its back, and I really don't know much about it.

In short, people generally ask one question: Is it strong?

Then someone will tell him: strong! Very strong!

Then people will start to discuss the superiority of the demon bloodline, and some families even claim that their family has the inheritance of the demon bloodline, as if this can prove the purity of their bloodline.

Of course, not everyone is so friendly to Iger. At any time, some people will jump out and criticize others. Even if the target is Iger, who is notoriously difficult to mess with, there are always some who want to show themselves. People jump out to grab the attention of others.

Like some fat pink toad, Dolores Umbridge…

After the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet told himself that Umbridge wanted to apply for the "Non-Human Biological Supervision and Administration Act" on the first day, Iger immediately understood who instructed this matter. After all, for a Umbridge, Even if she had ten courage, she would not dare to tease Iger.

Iger guessed right. In fact, Umbridge was also very tormented. In the past few days, all she had dreamed about was that Iger ripped off her head, and Fudge's head was air-dried and hung up at the entrance of the magic department...

Probably the situation is that Fudge is very troublesome, and he wants to restrict Iger, but for Iger, the minister's subordinates have basically been empty by Iger's piles of gold, and no one is willing to offend Iger for Fudge.

A strong man who rises like the morning sun is golden when he makes a shot; a minister who will retire in two years, always squeezes his subordinates...

Everyone knows how to choose...

And Umbridge, who was looking at the minister's wrath, just chose the wrong time to pat the wrong ass. Fudge looked, oh, there is a ready-made fool, what else to pick? Don't pick, it's you!

Then Umbridge had to tearfully draft a so-called "Non-Human Biological Supervision and Management Act", hoping to limit Iger.

But in fact, Umbridge just doesn't think Iger can be messed with. The naive old toad still thinks that the Ministry of Magic is the biggest power, but she doesn't know that the entire Ministry of Magic, except for her, has confiscated Iger's gold only. Scrimgeour, Scrimgeour is too clean, and Umbridge is simply Iger's unwillingness to deal with her...

"I feel like you're being targeted..."

It was breakfast time again, and Chris glanced past the Daily Prophet and looked at his adopted son who was eating Hesse at the table.

"What does it matter?" Iger muttered vaguely: "What can they do? How dare they do it?"

"As expected of my son, domineering!" Chris laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. Kaka hurriedly opened the door and bowed deeply to the visitor.

"Kaka, who's here?" Chris turned his head, and there were five or six Aurors from the Ministry of Magic standing at the door. Basically, Iger didn't know much, but Iger was sure that this group of people had collected their own gold. …

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morrissey, the UU reading www.uukanshu.com department has just passed a supervision law that is not very friendly to you. We are here to limit supervision to you..." The head of the Auror He leaned over and whispered in Iger's ear: "I heard that the Minister sent a lot of gold to pass this bill, so I don't think it means that others are targeting you..."

"What do you want me to do?" He turned his head and glanced at a few people indifferently, and the hearts of the Aurors who looked at them with scarlet eyes suddenly jumped.

"This isn't detailed, so we're just going to go through the motions..." The Auror laughed.

"Oh... let's have a meal together then." Iger waved and added a few chairs.

After a meal, a few Aurors politely greeted the Granger family and left.

"What on earth are they here for?" Hermione looked at Iger suspiciously.

"Come and prove to me..." The corners of Iger's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt that the smile he was smiling was the legendary evil spirit...

"Come to prove to me that they are firmly by my side..."