Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I made an agreement with Ron and the others to go to Diagon Alley on Wednesday, Harry... It seems that the Dursleys are not going." Iger looked at the letter in his hand and said.

"I don't like them very much..." Hedwig's cooing voice came, apparently agreeing with Iger's words.

"I think, at least it should be better now, right?" Iger looked at Hedwig curiously.

"Reluctantly..." Hedwig murmured in her throat, holding a small biscuit in her mouth: "Every time I send a letter, they look at me strangely, and that woman asks me to buy magic medicine for her every three days... But look He seems quite talented..."

"Maybe it's because I often cook?" Iger also grumbled, and Hermione, who was watching, was stunned for a moment.

"Maybe..." Hedwig turned her head.

Compared to Lack, who often shows off and laughs, Hedwig is undoubtedly a lot colder, and he is not very close to other people, but he has a much better attitude towards Iger who bought her back then.

Soon, in the early morning of Wednesday, the Granger and his wife were tidying up, urging the sleepy-eyed Igers in a hurry.

"It's only eight o'clock..." Iger hummed and ate breakfast, and Kaka hurriedly combed Iger's hair behind him.

After Hermione finished packing, she looked at Iger's soft blond hair, and at her own fluffy hair, and sighed rather angrily. This scene was taken into her eyes by Mrs. Granger, who looked at her daughter. He laughed silently.

After a long while, Iger and his family appeared at the door of the Leaky Cauldron. They were accompanied by Aisha. Aisha was in a long dress, **** and hot, with a cigarette from the Muggle world between her fingers, happily. Holding Iger's shoulders annoyed Hermione.

Soon, the group met Harry at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hey, Iger, Hermione!" Harry excitedly waved to the two of them, then walked over to the two of them, bypassing the big teapot that was enchanted and automatically refilling the wine: "How are you doing?"

"emmm... It feels great to be with Hermione every day..." Iger fiddled with Bai Nen's hands, and winked slyly at Harry. Beside Iger, Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden, he wanted to say Anything was swallowed in the stomach.

Harry looked at the Grangers and Elsa and greeted excitedly.

"Long time no see, Harry!" Elsa stepped forward and hugged Harry.

A few minutes later, Elsa and the Granger family were sitting at the long table drinking coffee and chatting. Iger knew what they were talking about. Iger still felt incredible when thinking about Anastasia. The child's godfather!

Maybe Snape didn't want to let Hermione see his loving father, but he seldom came to see the children this holiday, and it was always Leah and Mrs. Granger to take care of them.

"A cup of Squeaky Smile..." Iger and Harry both sat in front of the bar, and Iger whispered to old Tom.

Squeaky Laughter is a kind of low-percentage fruit juice wine. After every sip, it will give a weird laugh. It is an old brand cocktail that has lasted for hundreds of years in the wizarding world.

"Hermione will definitely be angry, she hates you stealing alcohol the most..." Harry looked at the direction of the Granger family, Hermione was holding a book and watching intently.

"What do you want?" Iger turned to look at Harry.

"Butterbeer, thank you..." Harry looked at Iger's contemptuous eyes and smacked his lips: "At least this one doesn't have such a big reaction after drinking it..."

"But butterbeer is really good. It's sweet, with a hint of barley. It's much better than Muggle beer." Iger whispered.

"Iger, why do you like drinking so much?" Harry looked at Iger with some doubts: "I found out that you were drinking secretly last school year."

"Maybe it's because I was frail and sick in my last life, and I want to experience more in this life." Iger said with a smile.

Harry Quan thought he was joking and didn't take it seriously, and then seemed to remember something: "By the way, I read in the Daily Prophet, you are now the master of Hogwarts? So then we can Have a random night tour?"

"Unfortunately, no, I only own the ownership, the management is still with Dumbledore, and the castle is provided to the school for free, so it has no special characteristics for me." Iger shook his head: "But there are some things I still It's up to you to decide who can stay and who can't stay on my turf, and according to wizard law, when an outlaw breaks into your home, you can kill him... so, you know?"

"In other words... do you want to keep some people? Or do you want to kill some people?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously: "Who deserves what you do?"

"The storm is coming, I just don't want a group of idiots to drag me down in the future." Iger said inexplicable words, which made Harry look inexplicable.

"I don't quite understand, Iger, what do you mean, is there any danger?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously.

Iger took a sip of the cocktail handed by Old Tom, then squeaked and smacked his lips. Iger shook his head: "Don't worry, it looks like it's still early."

"I'm thinking about another thing now..." Iger narrowed his eyes, thinking constantly in his heart.

Do you want to grab Peter Pettigrew directly? Clearing Sirius Black looks good, but who's going to resurrect Voldemort?

If Peter Pettigrew escaped earlier, would Voldemort be resurrected earlier? Will there be any other deviations by then?

Iger was a little helpless. This is because it's still a mess... If Harry didn't have a Horcrux, he would just find all the Horcruxes and destroy them, and then go to Albania to catch Voldemort's remnant and play with it...

Speaking of which, as the second-generation Dark Lord, he has made himself look like a ghost. If he can be abolished and caught for others to watch, he should be able to make a lot of money, right?

Iger shook his head, and hurriedly stopped the more and more deviated thoughts.

"Harry! Iger!" A somewhat excited voice came, and Ron rushed over with red hair: "You guys are so early!"

"Hi~ Mr. Iger~"

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

When the voices of Fred and George came, Iger turned his head, and the two were looking at him with a smile.

"I'm still wondering why you didn't press the mark." Iger looked at the two in surprise.

"The mark was discovered by my mother..."

"Mom asked eagerly..."

"We'll tell the truth..."

"Mom said it's not possible..."

"Minors cannot cast spells..."

"We are also very helpless..."

The two of them sang in harmony and spread their hands in unison, Iger couldn't help grinning.

"You still said it!" Ron looked at the two of them angrily: "What kind of organization are you? Why don't I know?"

"The organization's name is Dandantang." Fred raised his eyebrows.

"Iger is the leader of the organization." George said with a smile.

"This name sounds really funny, are you a funny organization?" Ron asked with a sullen face.

"We are a highly skilled Defense Against the Dark Arts organization. According to the spells taught by Iger, we may all be able to be Aurors." Fred took a sip from the cup in front of Iger, and then laughed. .

"Cool..." Ron looked at Iger eagerly: "How about taking me?"

"Not much." Before Iger could speak, the twins said in unison.

"I'm your brother." Ron looked unhappy.

"That's even worse..." They said in unison again.

Not far away, the Weasleys were greeting the Grangers cordially. Iger and the others quickly sorted out the wine on the stage. Iger ran over to greet the Weasleys.

"Iger Morrissey." Mr. Weasley looked at Iger seriously, and then smiled: "Nice to meet you, the topic of you in the department is very hot recently."

"Oh dear, my sons have been talking about you as soon as they got home, and Charlie asked me to say hello to you, thank you for the cane you bought him, he broke two wands before that. ..." Mrs. Weasley hugged Iger kindly, and Iger grinned.

I have to say that the Weasleys are really kind, they feel like a spring breeze, at least they give Iger a good sense.

Iger looked at the little red-haired girl behind Mrs. Weasley, then silently stepped back and stood beside Harry, murmuring, "I bet a thousand Galleons, that girl will be your wife..."

"I don't bet..." Harry grinned. "Every time I lose...and...she's beautiful..."

Iger gave Harry a strange look, was he being led astray?

"What about me?" Ron leaned over in a low voice and gave Harry a bad look: "Who is my wife?"

"Uh..." Iger smacked his lips: "Lavender Brown..."

"My God..." Ron was a little stunned: "That little round face?"

Iger nodded affirmatively, and Ron looked at Iger: "Iger, do you have the talent of a prophet?"

No, I have the talent to fool around... I grew up watching Zhao Benshan's sketches...

Iger grinned, noncommittal.

A few minutes later, a group of people came to Diagon Alley. Since Mrs. Weasley had already withdrawn the money, Iger and Harry first went to Gringotts to withdraw the money, and they happened to meet Malfoy and his son on the way. With Iger around, Draco didn't have any conflict with Harry...

"I thought you would ask Draco to come to Diagon Alley together, Iger." Lucius didn't seem so happy.

"That means they will fight by my side all day." Iger shook his head helplessly.

Lucius glanced at Draco and Harry who were disgusted with each other, then looked at Iger and smiled: "I think you are right..."

Since they happened to meet Iger and Lucius, Lucius proposed to go to the Lichen Bookstore to buy books for the new semester, and Iger nodded and agreed.

"Iger, I really don't like the Malfoys..." Harry whispered next to Iger.

Iger smiled, noncommittal, and then whispered: "That Draco just wants to be friends with you, although his personality is indeed not very good, like a spoiled child, but his nature is not bad."

Harry was stunned for a while, a little surprised at Iger's evaluation, and then he didn't say anything else.

Not far behind, Malfoy and his son, Draco leaned over to his father and whispered, "Father, I don't understand why Iger is so close to that Harry Potter."

"When everyone likes a person, it would be unwise for you to show that you don't like him." Lucius said softly, then glanced at his son beside him: "You have to follow Iger closely. The footsteps of... don't guess what those who are far more powerful than you are thinking, it's dangerous."

Due to the impact Iger brought to the Malfoy family before, Lucius really understood a lot of things. At least in Lucius' heart, no matter whether the Dark Lord will come back or not, so far, he has a good relationship with Iger. It was his only choice. People from Slytherin have always had a steel scale in their hearts.

The meeting between the Malfoys and the Weasleys was very embarrassing, and when Lucius saw the Grangers, his eyes flickered strangely.

"They are my adoptive parents, a very kind couple, what do you think, Mr. Malfoy?" The corners of Iger's mouth twitched slightly.

"Of course, I think so." Lucius forced a smile, he really didn't dare to say anything disrespectful.

After all, being beaten up in Diagon Alley by a kid who just graduated from the first grade is a shame for the Malfoy family to get out.

However, with Mr. Weasley, Lucius was not so reserved. When they saw each other, their faces darkened immediately. They seemed to want to say something, but they didn't say anything.

At this time, the Lishen Bookstore was bustling, and a large group of witches in their thirties and forties were queuing up for Lockhart's book signing. Draco hurriedly pulled out the books he needed from the crowd and hurriedly handed them over. After the money, Lucius smiled at Iger, said hello to Iger, and hurried away with Draco.

"He looks like he's afraid of you?" Mr. Weasley smiled while wrapping his arms around Iger's shoulders: "But I hope you stay away from their family, they're not good people, I really hope I can catch them Their handle!"

Iger smiled and said nothing.

"I thought Hermione would be fascinated by Lockhart, but I didn't expect to be so calm?" Outside the crowd, Harry looked at Iger and Ron curiously and asked, "After all, you all know that she likes reading books so much. …”

"But I don't like to read a thief's book!" Hermione said angrily after hearing this~www.wuxiahere.com~ and then whispered: "Iger told me that Lockhart's only magic is forgetting nothing. , those great adventures are all inquired from wizards who have experienced it, and then he will send each other a message and forget it."

"Don't let Mom know..." Ron said with a bitter expression, "She worships him..."

Several people suddenly laughed when they heard the words.

"Get out of the way!" As soon as the somewhat rough voice sounded, a short wizard shouted to several people: "This is for the Daily Prophet!"

"It's amazing..." Ron muttered in dissatisfaction, rubbing the instep of the man's sore foot.

When Lockhart heard it in front, he raised his head to look here, and immediately looked excited: "Isn't this Harry Potter? And Egger Morriss?"

The crowd gave way and whispered excitedly. Harry stared blankly at Lockhart, who rushed forward, and then heard a 'pop' beside him, and Iger dragged Hermione to the apparition... …

Harry was suddenly sad, he was grabbed by Lockhart's shoulder and couldn't move, and the audience burst into applause.

"Although Iger may be in a hurry." Lockhart showed no embarrassment on his face. He held Harry's hand and let the photographer take a picture. The short wizard frantically pressed the shutter, and bursts of smoke filled the Lihen Bookstore. .

Beside the handrail on the second floor, Hermione laughed and looked at Harry, who was dragged to his side by Lockhart with a bewildered face, and then turned to look at Iger: "Fortunately, you run fast..."

Iger smacked his lips: "I want to run with him, but someone has to attract firepower, right?"

Downstairs, Lockhart dragged Harry with his big white teeth: "What a beautiful smile, Harry, we can both be on the front page."