Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

In the early morning of September 1st, Iger put Harry and Hermione on the train, and then an Apparition appeared in Hogsmeade and walked towards the school.

"Long time no see, old~Deng~Head~" Iger pushed open the door and rushed into the principal's room.

"Where did you learn the password of the principal's office?" Dumbledore looked at Iger and smiled in surprise.

"It's just a few. This time it turned out to be Bibi Duoweidou. It's not like your style." Iger lay beside Fox and teased the big red bird in front of him.

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Iger: "I'm curious as to why you can't even wait for this afternoon."

"Have you seen Professor Quirrell?" Iger looked at Dumbledore.

"Not only did I see it, but I could also feel a very unpleasant aura." Dumbledore nodded: "It seems that he has obviously changed."

"I guess he's trying to figure out the Philosopher's Stone." Iger smiled.

"I guess so, but I've let the wind out. The magician's stone is hidden in your vault at Gringotts." Dumbledore nodded.

"Huh?" Iger's originally smiling smile suddenly solidified on his face: "What did you say?"

Early in the morning, Hogwarts was very refreshing. A few pigeons cooed and landed on the windowsill, and then a deafening roar sent them flying.

"Ah, ah, stinky old man, what the **** are you doing!!!" In the office, Iger grabbed Dumbledore's beard with a grim expression on his face: "My little money ah ah ah ah!"

Dumbledore waved his hand, and Iger fluttered his teeth and landed on the soft chair beside him: "Calm down Iger, the money won't be lost, I think you know what he wants."

"What if? What if I lose my money?" Iger looked at Dumbledore with tears in his eyes: "Maybe he saw a few without the Philosopher's Stone..."

"If you lose it, I'm willing to make it up for you." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

Iger sniffed expressionlessly: "emmm... When is he going?"

Dumbledore: "...I've been there, on the day you took Harry to withdraw the money, it looks like you didn't read the newspaper..."

"Well, are you going to hone Harry?" Iger looked at Dumbledore.

"It's not." Dumbledore crossed his fingers in front of his chin, and looked at Iger with blue eyes: "I just hope that he will gradually grow and become stronger."

"And face death calmly?" Iger teased Fox without hesitation.

"Will he die?" Dumbledore's eyes were calm.

Although Dumbledore's eyes were calm and did not waver at all, Iger still keenly captured the sad and apologetic emotion of the centenarian.

"He won't, professor." Iger nodded lightly: "Neither will you, so don't carry too much by yourself, I promise you."

After a long period of silence in the room, Dumbledore looked at Iger and nodded slowly: "So, I can understand that you don't intend to abandon anyone... do you?"

"Don't even think about it." The corners of Iger's mouth twitched slightly: "I can't bear to give up any **** thing."

There was a rare mood swing in Dumbledore's tone, and his eyes were bright: "I'm proud of you, Iger."

The old man stood up, the tall figure standing in front of the window indescribably lonely: "Sometimes I wonder, if there is such a person outside the story in my story, then everything will change, I am very grateful to Iger for the wool socks you gave me, I receive hundreds of pairs from you every year, and I may not wear them all my life."

"Let's look forward to this year's Christmas." Iger laughed: "Maybe you will wear it until the next life."

Looking at Dumbledore, who turned his back, Iger squatted in the soft chair and smiled: "I think Hogwarts is my home, I don't know if you think so... I think I think so , as long as it is in this castle, Severus' big elongated face will look very friendly."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled: "I'm very grateful to you, Iger, I'm getting more and more confused as I live. I don't even want to understand such a simple truth."

"I think you understand better than anyone else, otherwise you won't insist on staying at Hogwarts, you just have regrets, professor." Iger shook his head: "It's not terrible to have regrets, but I think it should be treated correctly, the deceased. It's over, why can't we forgive ourselves? I think even the dead want you to be happy."

Dumbledore nodded: "You're right, Iger, but I think I probably need some time."

"After the old lady Hull died, I just cried all night, and I was alive the next day." Iger stood up and walked to the door, waving his hand at Dumbledore's back: "I'm going to take the old lady's I want to live and live happily, and you are the same professor, if you die I will be the Dark Lord, you know, no one can stop me except you."

When Iger said this, even Dumbledore couldn't help laughing: "That may be the most unreliable one in history."

"I think so..." Iger shrugged, opened the door and walked away.

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Today is a rare sunny day. On the vast plain, the cattle and sheep in the pasture are grazing leisurely.

In the sky, a UFO with white light whizzed past. This is a special use of Apparition. The Death Eaters are good at it, and of course the Order of the Phoenix can also change the magic belt around you with a little change. Here comes the light.

Iger was flying in the air. In the distance, a red leather train appeared in the field of vision. Iger flew to the window and appeared in a box in a flash. Several students in the box appeared with a 'pop'. Iger was terrified and looked at Iger in panic.

"Don't worry, I'm a freshman." Iger spread out his hands and walked out of the single room, looking for Hermione everywhere.

"Isn't Apparition only available when you are an adult?" a student said blankly.

"I'm more concerned about... Will all the new students now Apparate?" In the box, a boy stared blankly at Iger's distant back.

When Iger found Hermione and Harry, what he never expected was that Ron was in the same box, but he didn't say that he hated Ron. The little boy of this age obviously didn't understand anything. He said that his rival was that. It's too flattering for him, Iger just needs to change his focus a little while his view of love has not grown up, and this guy will never stare at Hermione again.

"This is Ron Weasley, Ron, this is Iger, Iger Morrissey." Harry moved Iger to a place, Iger waved his hand, and sat next to Hermione, who was opposite the two. Min suddenly blushed and lowered his head.

Ron looked at Iger in surprise: "Oh my God... Are you Iger Morrissey?"

Iger greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, is Charlie okay?"

"He's very good, he's playing dragons in Romania now..." Harry and Hermione looked at Ron with some puzzlement, and Ron explained to the two: "Iger Morriss, known as the most genius in the history of magic for thousands of years, The little wizard who was 8 years old when he didn't enroll in school, was alone in an academy and couldn't raise his head. He was originally parasitized silently and couldn't live to the age of 10, but he is still fine now. Don't you read the Daily Prophet? Charlie I love him to death with Percy, and I can't wait to take him back as my brother."

Both Harry and Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

Iger was also a little dazed: "Isn't it as exaggerated as you said? Am I so good?"

He knows his own affairs, although Dumbledore claims to have control of silently, but Iger knows that silently is also growing with his own growth, and he can only reluctantly control silently not to explode, it really explodes It's hard to say what will happen...

There was a loud noise, and a fat aunt with a smile and dimples pushed open the box door: "Honey, do you want something to eat?"

Ron blushed a little, muttering that he brought a sandwich, Iger took out a few Galleons, and a few gold coins fluttered into the fat lady's chest pocket: "We want all of them, no need to look for them. ,thank you."

"Oh, my dear, there's a lot more." The woman said with a smile.

"Let's eat together!" Iger beckoned, indicating that Ron would also eat together. Ron looked a little embarrassed, but he still came over.

A few people were eating when the door rang, and a chubby boy looked at them timidly: "Excuse me, have you seen a toad?"

Iger shrugged, waved his finger, screams rang out in the corridor of the carriage, and a toad flew over from a distance and landed in Iger's hands.

"Is it yours?" Iger looked at the boy in front of him: "Is your name Neville Longbottom?"

The boy looked a little flustered and nodded, Iger smiled: "I heard about you, your parents are brave and great, do you want to eat something together?"

Neville shook his head in a panic, then ran away, looking a little frightened why Iger would know about his parents, and in his young mind, he always felt that his parents were a bit embarrassing in St. Mungo's, and Neville didn't want to let others knowledge.

"He looks a little strange." Ron looked at Neville's back suspiciously: "As if we were going to eat him."

"It was like that when I saw him on the platform before," said Harry.

"If I bought a toad, I'd lose it as soon as possible, the sooner the better." Ron frowned and said, "But now that there's Scabbers, I won't say anything, I always feel like it dying."

"Typical irresponsibility." Hermione frowned and glanced at Ron: "Iger is very good to all pets and has always taken good care of them, no matter how good they look, they will never be hurt. ."

"All pets? How many brothers do you have?" Ron looked at Iger in surprise.

"One sniffle, one tree protector, one owl, and one hippogriff." Iger thought about it, um, Buckbeak is mine!

"I'll be nice to such good pets..." Ron muttered.

"It's not the same, even Egger the toad will be nice to it!" Hermione said with a fierce little face, as if she was very confident in Egger.

Iger nodded: "Actually, I think toads are quite interesting, but they seem a little stupid and can't understand words. I wanted to buy one before, but it didn't last long, and I was sad when I died, so I didn't buy it..."

"Very good...I can't even pay for the toad." Ron looked at the big rat on his lap: "I only have Scabbers, but it's not interesting, it's been sleeping, I tried to turn it yellow yesterday, But my spell doesn't work, I'll show you."

Having said that, Ron groped for a long time in the suitcase and found a very worn wand, some parts were peeling off, and the unicorn hair was leaking out. But Iger still recognized it, it was Charlie's wand.

"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, turn this stupid fat mouse yellow!"

Then there was a strange silence, and the three of Iger stared blankly at Scabbers in Ron's arms who had no reaction at all.

"Are you sure this is a spell?" Hermione flattened her mouth and couldn't help saying, "It doesn't look that good, doesn't it? Iger taught me a lot of spells, obviously there is no such spell."

"No one in my family can do magic. When Iger appeared in front of our family, I was stunned. Although he kept telling me that I would be accepted, I was very happy when I received the admission letter. , and I have memorized all the textbooks this month..." Hermione said like a cannonball.

"Iger also taught me a lot of spells, but I don't think I have any talent except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts spell." Harry said dryly.

Iger was tearing the packaging of a chocolate frog, and when he heard this, he turned to look at Harry: "Actually, I'm similar, I'm only talented in black magic."

"So, it really is the same as what the newspaper said?" Ron looked at Iger in surprise: "The silent ones really become dark wizards?"

"How is that possible?" Hermione shouted, looking at Ron angrily.

"It doesn't mean that he knows black magic, it means he is a dark wizard." Iger smiled: "When it comes to black magic, Professor Dumbledore knows a lot more than I do, and he knows more than I do."

Iger looked at the three people beside him seriously: "Yes, but no need. This is the difference between a white wizard and a black wizard."

"Everyone knows the three unforgivable curses, but not many people use them." Iger made an analogy: "That's probably what it means."

"Unforgivable curse?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously.

"Out of the body, piercing the heart, Avada's life, three spells that have no counter-curse." Iger said: "Your scar was left by Avada's life, and you are also the only one in the Those who survived the spell."

Harry dazedly touched the scar on his head, feeling a little dazed, then looked at Iger and asked, "Iger, I'm not doubting you, I'm just saying... Do you know how to use those spells?"

"Although I really want to establish a correct life value for you, Harry I still have to tell you that if necessary, I will use a spell ten times more vicious than this." Iger nodded: "If there is no such thing as If the conditions are met, then I will rot these spells in my heart for the rest of my life."

"Wow...you're so handsome..." Ron looked at Iger blankly, looking at Harry and Hermione's puzzled eyes, Ron was a little puzzled: "Is there any problem? I feel like Iger is a real Like a great magician, I don't even see this feeling in my father, that kind of weak... mentally handicapped?"

"It's wise!" Hermione hurriedly corrected his language sickness, while Iger and Harry smiled and leaned back and forth.

The box door opened with a 'beep', and three boys entered.

"Is it true?" Malfoy asked, looking at Harry. "The whole train was talking about Harry Potter in this box, so that's you, right?"

"This is Crabbe, this is Goyle." Malfoy looked at Harry's eyes behind him and said, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron coughed lightly~www.wuxiahere.com~ so as not to laugh out loud, Malfoy turned his head to look at him.

"Do you think my name is funny? Do you? I don't even have to ask who you are." Malfoy looked at Ron in disgust: "The Weasleys are all red-haired and freckled, and they can't afford too many children. "

Immediately Malfoy looked at Harry: "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter, you wouldn't want to be friends with someone like that, would you? I can help at this point. you."

With that said, Malfoy stretched out his hand to shake Harry's hand, but Harry ignored him and subconsciously wanted to say something, and then a voice sounded from the seat opposite.

"I warned you, Draco..." Iger's voice sounded, Malfoy turned his head to look, his already pale face instantly turned even paler with fright, and he took two steps back in horror.

"I should have told you that the consequences of offending my friend are very serious." Iger finally tore the chocolate frog package in his hand. He just laughed so hard, he never succeeded.

Malfoy looked at Iger in horror: "You can't do this, Snape is my dad's friend, he is your teacher..."

Iger was stunned for a while: "This surprises me a bit. I thought you would be his godson because of his relationship with your father. It seems... No?"

Iger raised his hand, Malfoy's face turned even whiter with fright, and hurriedly ran away screaming. Although the two chubby servants behind him didn't understand anything, they still ran away.

"Brother, you are so powerful, why is he so afraid of you?" Ron looked at Iger in surprise.

"Maybe it's because I smashed into his scalp a few years ago?" Iger smiled and looked at the Chocolate Frog Card in his hand: "Wow, it's Severus... This guy will also appear in the Chocolate Frog Card. up?"