Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I can cut my arm, but I can't cut it off, and the weight has lost a lot..." Iger wrote in a notebook: "And the healing speed is very fast, no other things are needed. Assist..."

"The physiological change is the addition of horns, wings and tails...I can feel a special power in the horns..." Iger muttered: "The wings can fly, but I still don't know how to fly... The tail can cast spells, and the texture is very good. Strong, the only thing that can do damage is mithril metal."

"These... are probably some of the things I have felt in the past two days." Iger sighed slightly.

"What about the mental state? Is there any change?" Hermione looked at Iger with a slightly worried look and asked, "You know, physical changes are far less dangerous than psychological changes."

"Psychological changes..." Iger squinted his eyes thoughtfully: "Other people's fear, despair... These emotions will make me feel very comfortable, there is an indescribable sense of comfort, for example, I am threatening Umbridge. The kind of fear she had when she was... Was it a bit perverted?"

The corners of Iger's mouth twitched, and he looked at the three people beside him with some embarrassment.

"Could it also be a change in the body?" Sirius suddenly clenched his fist and hammered the palm of his hand and looked at Iger suddenly: "Did you say before that the Dementor is the creation of the devil?"

"Of course...but it's just said..." Iger nodded.

"Think about it, Dementors absorb happiness to brew despair, fear..." Sirius pointed to the Dementor nestled in the corner and looked at Iger: "Is it just to serve the devil?"

"In this way, it makes sense..." Iger nodded suddenly: "Where does it work?"

"Why don't we go to Azkaban to feel it?" Hermione made a suggestion, then she was stunned, turned her head and looked at Sirius apologetically: "Sorry... Sirius, I didn't mean to..."

"It doesn't matter, you are right." Sirius waved his hand and looked at Iger seriously: "The best way is to go to Azkaban and feel it, if this state is bad for your mental state What about the impact? And I suggest you better inform Dumbledore and let him check it out for you."

The advantage of Sirius is this. Although there is no bottom line when he is crazy, he can always have a more stable idea on some major events.

For example, because Dumbledore trusted Snape, he knew that Snape was a Death Eater, and Sirius would trust him unconditionally.

Snape was a lot worse on this point. Knowing that Sirius was not a Death Eater, Snape still wanted to find an opportunity to kill him.

Of course, this is also related to the sins Sirius made in the past, no wonder others...

"Let's take a look first..." Iger nodded, turned and climbed out of the suitcase.

The few left the house as soon as they got out of the suitcase, Apparating directly to the Ministry of Magic.

Azkaban can be visited...

Iger had no trouble with anyone, and Sirius went directly to Azkaban with a few people on the door key in the name of visiting his dear cousin.

The port key administrator didn't want to agree at first, but seeing Iger behind Sirius, the administrator finally prepared the port key for several people attentively...

Azkaban, also known as Azkaban Castle…

Although it is nonsense, this place is indeed a sea castle. It is located in a place in the North Sea area of ​​the United Kingdom that does not see the sun all the year round. There are hundreds of dementors floating densely in the whole sea area. It is surprising that today's Dementors are so nice...

After Iger arrives...

At the first sight of this castle, Iger's mind automatically dropped the hundreds of dementors and the dark clouds around him, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"This place is a prison for nothing!" Iger said...

"Actually, I also thought... that it might be able to become the next Hogwarts-sized castle if it were remodeled. It's a pity..." Sirius nodded earnestly.

Iger gave Sirius a weird look, is this guy serious?

Can normal people think of this when they are in prison?

Especially your nerves are too thick...

In comparison, Harry's feeling was terrible, and at this moment, Harry summoned a silver stag to follow him, which made him feel a lot better.

Like him, a silver Norwegian forest cat beside Hermione licked its paws obediently.

Iger tried to touch the silver cat beside him, and the warm touch came, and the patron saint did not bring any negative influence to Iger.

"This proves that although the Dementor is a creation of the devil, I will not be affected by the Patronus like the Dementor..." Iger breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be bad if I was so strong, but was attacked by the patron saint...

The group walked all the way towards the interior of Azkaban, greeted the two Aurors guarding the gate, and they walked in the prison unimpeded.

All kinds of negative emotions permeated the surroundings along the way, and Iger clearly felt that his body was becoming more and more excited because of these panic and despair emotions.

The wet and cold walls covered with moss kept dripping with water droplets, and a few Aurors patrolled the floors in an orderly manner.

In the prison on both sides of the corridor, a prisoner who is not like a ghost or a ghost stares straight at a few people, some are excited, some are afraid, in short, in Iger's view, the spirit is not very normal. .

The four of them have been wandering in the prison for more than ten minutes, Hermione rubbed her arms uneasily, sighed and looked at Iger: "How do you feel?"

"It seems... the magic power has increased a little, but it is very slight..." Iger nodded: "It seems that the strength has also increased..."

"Then let's leave quickly..." Hermione's face turned pale, and she kept stomping her feet, looking cold enough.

"Let's go, **** it... This place is really not a place to stay..." Sirius couldn't help but be a little anxious, and this place always gave him bad memories.

Iger nodded, and a few people turned around and were about to leave.

In a cell not far away, a strange sound of laughter came out. Iger turned his head to look, and his eyes fell on a pale-skinned woman with high cheekbones.

"Who is she?" Iger glanced at Sirius in surprise.

"My mad cousin..." Sirius glanced at each other with disgust in his eyes: "Mysterious Man's number one fanatic, Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Oh..." Iger nodded.

It's the **** who killed Sirius in the original book...

Oops, inexplicable killing intent.

As far as relationship is concerned, Iger and Sirius have a very good relationship, which can be said to be very good. If Sirius can be killed by Bella even if he appears, then Iger has no face to say that he is a traveler.

Judging from the sleazy way that Ribera killed Sirius in the original book...

Oops, not good...I want to kill more...

"Let's go." Iger nodded, silently sentenced the crazy woman to death in his heart.

"Harry... Potter! Hahahahaha..."

The weird laughter kept floating in his ears, Bellatrix bared his teeth and looked at Harry next to Sirius and laughed slutily: "Little bastard..."

"Voldemort is also a half-blood, that's your little master." Iger looked at Bella and grinned: "How? How do you feel when you know that your master is a bastard?"

"Ah!!" A shrill roar came, Bella clutched at the railing in front of her with a grim face, and stared at Iger through the railing with a malicious gaze: "How dare you, little bastard..."

"Ah... By the way, Voldemort has been caught, do you know who caught it?" Iger grinned, and moved to a place where Bella just couldn't reach: "I caught it~ He was there at the time. Crawling in front of me and begging me, I hope I can give him a way out, making all kinds of promises, but I didn't agree~"

Iger felt that if he could see what he looked like at this time, then the expression on his face must be so cheap.

Bella gritted her teeth and grinned at Iger, then looked at Sirius not far away.

Sirius laughed suddenly: "What he said is true... Your master has really been arrested."

Sirius laughed dissolutely, even crazier than Bella's laugh just now. His laughter was full of sarcasm and fun.

"By the way, there is one more point..." Iger twitched the corner of his mouth: "I don't like people insulting my friends... So..."

"Gouging out the bone."

"Ahhh!"

The screams suddenly sounded in the prison. Bella's neck was bulging and the blue veins rolled on the ground. Several Aurors came from a distance, and then looked at Iger and shrank his neck again and left...

"Enough of Iger!" Hermione pressed down on Iger's arm: "Enough, calm down, don't do this, don't turn your heart into a devil..."

Saying that, Hermione stretched out her hand and kept following Iger's back, trying to soothe Iger's emotions: "You are very dangerous, you can't go on like this..."

"Hey...hahahaha..." Bella reluctantly grabbed the iron railing on the side and spat weakly at Hermione: "Go away, little bitch..."

'boom'…

A fierce fire roared and roared past, and the figure in the cell suddenly turned into a pile of coke.

"Ah... I'm sorry..." Iger gave Hermione an embarrassed look: "I can't help it..."

Hermione sighed helplessly, and said nothing more.

This guy is definitely courting death...

Harry stared at the carbon scum left by Bella in a trance. Malfoy was so arrogant that he didn't dare to say such a thing before, and insulting Hermione was definitely the number one taboo that Hogwarts couldn't touch.

People who are familiar with Iger are very familiar with one of Iger's characteristics, which is to protect shortness.

You say it's fine if you tease me as a friend, why are you teasing someone's girlfriend?

The moment Bella's life disappeared, a strange wave kept lingering beside Iger, and he subconsciously sniffed. Iger suddenly felt that the magic power in the body had increased slightly. Big cut.

With a sigh of relief, Iger probably understood why there was such a thing as a dementor.

Iger felt that if he guessed correctly, Bella's soul was swallowed up by himself at that moment...

"Let's go..." Iger calmly took the three of them and disappeared. It took a long time for the two Aurors to lean over in horror.

"What?" An Auror looked at his companion.

"Let's just treat it as a natural death... Anyway, this ghost place has to die every two days, it makes no difference."

One by one, the two of them directly concluded the matter...

...

After sending Sirius and Harry away, Iger saw his sister sullenly nestled on the sofa staring at him.

What are you looking at?

Iger still resisted the urge to ask...

"What's wrong?" Leaning gently beside Hermione, Iger put his arm on Hermione's shoulder and tucked the twisted tail into his pants. Iger looked at the man beside him with a funny face. little girl.

"I'm very worried about you Iger..." Hermione exhaled a long time and looked at Iger with a tired look: "I've been worried since the time we met the werewolf at Malfoy's house..."

"Your intention to kill is too big, you will kill others if you don't go well." Hermione sniffed: "I have dreamed several times that Iger has become like a mysterious person, cold-blooded and ruthless. People die one by one at your hands..."

"What kind of messy dream is this? Am I that kind of person?" Iger was dumbfounded when he heard the words.

"But what if, Iger?" Hermione shook her head slightly: "Human life is not so contemptible, every life has existed in this world for more than ten years and decades, and he has left his own in this world. The imprint, so lightly in your hands, loses all its weight and value in an instant, won't Iger feel uncomfortable?"

"I even read Harry's letter saying that you burned the lives of a dozen dark wizards in Albania, I know they want to kill you, but I think they should at least be handed over to those in charge of the trial "..." Hermione said with red eyes: "I'm really afraid that one day, you will stop caring about anything and become a being who only knows killing, I..."

"I won't." Iger interrupted Hermione with a flat face.

"Why?" Hermione sniffed, not seeming to believe Iger's words very much.

"Maybe it's because...I love my life..." Iger tried to organize the words with his green bean-sized brain: "I love Chris and Jane, I love Hogwarts, and I love those around me. Everything and everything ~www.wuxiahere.com~ The main thing is that I love you so much...and Elsa..."

The thigh hurt slightly, Iger lowered his head, and Hermione's little hand quickly shrank back.

Iger suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"I don't think it's so appropriate for you to compare me with a lunatic who only knows how to kill..." Iger grinned and smiled somewhat narcissistically: "I personally think I'm more like a warrior, or a knight? For a certain Things as precious as life are fighting, are the soldiers on the battlefield all lunatics who only know how to kill?"

"Then what are you doing?" Hermione looked at Iger eagerly.

"Allmylove..." Iger grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"So you won't become like You-Know-Who?" Hermione squeezed Iger's hand tightly on her shoulder.

"Believe me, and believe in yourself." Iger laughed: "Love is an immortal belief, and it is the disintegration of all dark personalities."