Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Very...emmm...unbelievable." Iger pursed his lips: "So you are a resident of hell? Also a devil?"

"No." The horse-faced punter shook his head slightly: "Devils are very rare in hell, I am just a creature born in hell, I can be called a low-level devil, but the title of devil is only the existence at the top of the pyramid in hell. Eligible to own, there is no doubt that there are exceptions, all of them are your clansmen."

"There are more than a hundred like Iger?" Harry whispered unconsciously: "It must be scary in hell..."

"It's not terrible." The horse-faced punting man shook his head: "Except for the enslaved sinful souls, the rest are not as bad as you think. The devils all have their own hobbies. There is no war, no chaos, everything All safe."

"From what you said, this is not at all the same as the devil we understand." Harry smacked his lips: "What hobbies do the devils have?"

"Banquets, dates, outings, gambling, dancing..." The horse-faced punter said carefully.

"Are you sure you're talking about the devil?" Iger was a little puzzled: "Shouldn't you be immersed in killing, or play games with human life?"

"Do you like to do this kind of thing?" The boat punter put on his hood again and looked at Iger.

"...I don't like it..." Iger shook his head.

"Yeah, if you don't like it, other devils may not like it either." The punting man whispered softly: "But the devils' gambling is still very annoying, they like to watch people tremble after losing, and When I see something interesting, I want to get it…”

Iger: "..."

Harry glanced at Iger next to him, so Iger is a natural?

"If you want to go to hell..." The boat punter thought about it and said, "If you are not familiar with the devil, don't make a contract with the other party, or exchange anything, although the devils are not necessarily natural Evil, but by no means a good existence."

"Is it really good to say that in front of my face..." Iger twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Especially you, you must pay extra attention." The boat punter looked at Iger and exhorted: "Hell is different from the human world. Because there are more magical creatures, the rules of the **** world are also stronger. If you cast spells in hell, the power will be at least To make a fold, even those evil dark wizards, many people can't even cast simple spells."

"I think... Iger's spellcasting level is quite impressive even if it is folded in half..." Harry muttered softly.

"Is it really okay for you to reveal so much to us?" Iger looked at the punting man embarrassedly.

"I once received the favor of the devil, when I was about to die." The boat punter paused: "He sent me to the underworld, allowing me to survive, and as a condition, I have to work here for three hundred years. ."

"Thank goodness you don't hate me..." Iger stuck out his tongue.

"This is the price and the rule. I have no reason to hate it." The boat punter said in a low voice, "It's time to get to the shore, get ready, if you want to return to the human world..."

The punting man glanced at Harry: "Just don't take off that invisibility cloak."

"Absolutely not, is it?" Iger looked serious.

"You'd better take it off, it's not normal for the devil's soul to appear here..." said the boat punter.

Iger: "..."

"Haven't asked your name yet?" Harry asked, looking at the punting man.

"My name is Alger." The punter's voice was low.

"My name is Iger, his name is Harry, of course, you can also call him Haly..." Iger shrugged: "Nice to meet you."

Harry: "..."

"It's an honor." Alger bowed slightly.

The boat finally berthed to the other side, and the soul lights on the boat got off the boat one after another, scattered on the shore, and turned into ghosts glowing with a transparent luster in the distance, walking forward.

"It's a strange sight." Iger took off his invisibility cloak and looked at the ghosts in the distance in amazement.

He was not worried that Alger was lying to him. After all, normally speaking, his appearance in the human world is the most unreasonable thing...

In contrast, the underworld should be considered half of his hometown, right?

"Look, Iger!" Harry exclaimed suddenly.

Iger turned his head and looked at the words, and the tumbling black river behind him had disappeared at some point. The river where the river was flowing had turned into an endless plain. Far above the sky, Iger could vaguely see a galloping black river. , a faint cloak figure beckoned to the two of them.

"Why did he leave so quickly?" Harry looked surprised.

"No, I think it's because of the span..." Iger pinched his chin and thought: "When we were in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, we should still be at the border of the human world, and that river... should be the human world. The passage to the underworld, the wall of sighs is the separation between the two worlds, it is not a wall in the true sense, but a law, an unbreakable, insurmountable law."

"What else?" Harry looked at Iger eagerly.

The more Iger infers, the safer the trip will be.

"And if there is no accident... We must go back as soon as possible." Iger squinted at the watch on his wrist.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"There were probably hundreds of souls on the boat just now..." Iger calculated: "But according to Alger, there are still many ferrymen like him here. According to the time we just felt, it will be no more than half a day. time, but the number of souls is indeed a little too much, even if all the people who died in the whole of England arrived here in half a day..."

"It may not be possible to gather these hundreds of souls!" Harry immediately responded: "You mean, the time here is different from the human world."

"I'm afraid that's not the case..." Iger nodded: "So we'd better move quickly."

"I see!" Harry nodded, hurriedly took out the compass from his arms, and pointed his finger in one direction.

Before the two could fly, Harry, who was beside Iger, was suddenly stunned.

"What's wrong?" Iger turned his head and asked with some doubts.

Harry stared blankly ahead. On the endless plain, two figures were standing there quietly.

It was a very young-looking couple, the man's face was about 80% similar to Harry's, and the woman's face was carved out of the same mold as Harry.

The man looked at Harry's figure in disbelief~www.wuxiahere.com~ and took two steps in the direction of the two: "Is that you, Harry?"

"What the **** is going on here? How could you come here when you are so young?" James' face was full of disbelief.

"Dad, Mom?" Harry swallowed and suddenly became nervous: "Uh... I'm not dead yet, I'm here to see you."

Iger squeezed his chin in confusion: "Well, although it is a bit presumptuous to disturb the moment of your reunion, I still want to know why the two of you appear here by such a coincidence..."

Lily looked at Harry affectionately, and she smiled and turned her head to look at Iger: "As you just said, there is no concept of time, and there is no concept of space, everyone is waiting here quietly. The person who waits for them will disappear when they give up their obsession."

"So you don't need to bother to look for it, as long as you come here, you will meet naturally." James chuckled and looked at Harry in front of him, reaching out to touch Harry's unruly hair: " It seems like only a moment has passed, and it seems like a long time has passed, you have grown so big, yes, like me."