Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Not long after the meal, the group of owls flew into the auditorium, and there was a certain laughter of uninhibited love of freedom among the eagles.

Unsurprisingly, after the Daily Prophet published today, the news that the Minister of Magic was trying to do something wrong with his female subordinates and two people died unexpectedly caused an uproar in the entire magic world, and everyone was 'guessing' who did it. .

It's a guess, but in fact, everyone knows it well...

A while ago, the Ministry of Magic was promoting the news that Iger would never come back, and then a few days later, it reached out to Hogwarts...

Whose territory is Hogwarts?

Iger's site!

You just dug out the four founders from the grave, and Iger's name is also on the land deed!

Then on the night Iger came back, the Minister of Magic died unexpectedly...

What's more, Umbridge is a relatively well-known witch. Many people know it. If she grows up to be like this, Fudge will be so hungry.

After reading the newspaper for a long time, Hermione sighed helplessly.

"Do you want me to be transformed into a succubus?" Hermione asked softly, turning her head to look at Iger.

"Yeah, isn't it good to stay young forever?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"Of course it's very good." Hermione nodded, "Then as soon as possible, I don't want to be the Minister of Magic..."

"Why? Isn't this your ideal? I've made room for you to speed things up." Iger looked at Hermione with a funny look, wondering what the other party was thinking.

"Forget it..." Hermione shook her head slightly: "A regime without power is absurd and ridiculous. I don't want to be such a minister..."

"Who said that when you become a minister, doesn't the Ministry of Magic have power?" Iger looked at Hermione in surprise: "I can't go against you."

"Not yet..." Hermione smiled: "I found out from you that it doesn't really matter what the regime is. The right to speak in this world is always in the hands of those who have capital in their hands. The Ministry of Magic is not what I want..."

"Not to mention..." Having said that, Hermione sighed, "I think the main reason for being a minister is because of you..."

"That's fine..." Iger shrugged: "I'll take you back to **** in a few years, and then I'll set up a Ministry of Magic for you in hell, not to mention the Ministry of Magic, no one will object to you building a country..."

Harry and Ron gave them a sour look, this love story...

Only Iger has the capital to say such things...

"By the way, Iger, you don't know yet, do you? I've become the prefect of Gryffindor."

On the way to the greenhouse for herbal medicine class after dinner, Ron went to Iger with a smug look on his face.

"Aha... That's not bad, I guessed it, Professor McGonagall must have counted one for each of the Weasleys..." Iger grinned.

"Whoever said that, Fred and George didn't." Ron quickly corrected Iger's words.

"That might be because of not enough points, eh?" Iger shrugged: "Let me think about it, if nothing else, the female prefect must be Hermione."

"You guessed it right." Hermione laughed.

"Of course... The people who can become prefects are definitely not the ones like Harry and I who like to do things." Iger spread his hands.

"Don't talk about that." Harry interrupted Iger. He looked at Iger curiously, and it seemed that he should have come out of his grief: "Come and tell us, what's in hell?"

"Hell Leon..." Iger pinched his chin and thought for a while: "The grasslands are full of hippogriffs, griffins, and thestrals... There are as many magical animals as there are wild beasts in the forest. By the way, I also raised them. The head demon dragon, when it grows up, it can be hundreds of meters long."

"Cool... Dude, you know what we want to ask more..." Ron smiled, and leaned beside Iger shyly: "It doesn't matter about magical animals... How much Veela?"

"..." Iger: "I haven't seen it... But I've seen a lot of creatures that are more beautiful than Veela..."

"What? Hurry up, hurry up!" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up. Iger felt that he might beg him to take him to **** when he didn't say so...

"Succubus..." Iger said: "The vassal race of the devil family is extremely beautiful and has an excellent figure! It is a pity that they do not intermarry with races other than devils - of course, if they like you, it is also possible. "

"It seems very difficult to hear you say that?" Ron swallowed.

"Of course, there seems to be no such thing since ancient times..." Iger smiled: "In hell, power is advocated, and no order or rules exist there. With big fists, you can speak with confidence."

"The middle class in **** is roughly divided into: the undead of the wicked, the ordinary hell-born races and magical animals, some higher regional races - such as dragons, succubus, etc., and then the ruling class - the devil family."

Iger grinned: "Speaking of which, I'm still a second-generation rich man. My family covers an area of ​​about one million square kilometers."

"This **** capitalism really makes me jealous..." Ron muttered softly.

"There are more than 100 succubus maids in my house..." Iger whispered to Ron.

Ron's eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you still lack servants in your family?"

Iger: "..."

You think beautifully!

"What I'm more curious about is, what kind of people are uncles and aunts?" Hermione asked blushing.

"Look at me~" Iger looked at Hermione with a smile.

"Huh?" Hermione tilted her head, looking cute.

"My face looks like my mother, and I have a personality like my father." Iger said, "My father's name is Mammon, and my mother's name is Frosserpina."

"Oh oh oh! I've heard of this name!" Ron suddenly shouted.

"Have you heard of it?" Iger looked at Ron curiously~www.wuxiahere.com~ Yes, I sometimes complain about the situation in my family. You know my family's conditions. Ron coughed slightly embarrassedly: "Then my mother would always teach me not to let greed take over my mind. There is a devil named Mammon who will arouse people's original sin - greed, and then let people immersed in it, and finally to perish. "

"It's a bit exaggerated..." Iger laughed: "My father..."

In an instant, Mammon sat on a pure gold armchair, holding a crystal cup in Iger's mind...

"Okay, you're right..." The corner of Iger's mouth twitched for a moment, and he said embarrassingly.

"But it won't arouse people's greed. It's true that my father likes to collect treasures... It's just that the residents of our territory or other devils gave them." Iger thought for a while.

"I really envy me..." Ron looked envious.

Hermione glanced at Iger with understanding: "So you're genetic?"

Iger: "..."

"Actually, I don't think it's useful..." Iger shook his head: "I used to like treasures when I was short of money, but after I had more, I felt it was nothing..."

"Can you write down the magic stone on your staff first and talk to me..." Harry looked at the staff in Iger's hand strangely: "The red light hurts my eyes..."

Iger: "..."

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