Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger has always felt that he is a poor and happy person... as long as he has money, food and clothing, he never does anything when he is served, and he is quiet like an old man who is about to sink into the ground.

In addition to strolling around the Forbidden Forest in daily life, it is just to tease Da Da and Guo Ba, which is a force of living Buddha.

Iger felt very good about his kind of life, but Hermione was quite critical about it.

Unknowingly, in a few years, Hermione has changed from a little hairball who didn't know anything at the beginning to a very assertive little witch, and her attitude towards Iger also began to become tougher.

From the obedience at the beginning to the accommodation, to the righteous and righteous request that Iger go home for Christmas, five spring and autumn have passed without knowing it.

"I'll be honest, Mom and Dad will be sad if you know you don't go back." Hermione looked at Iger pleadingly: "Silent silence is always good, why does it have to be in time for Christmas?"

At night, the fire was burning in the fireplace, and Hermione was holding on to Iger's arm. She had been talking about it for more than an hour, since Iger told her that she would not be able to go home this Christmas.

"I have to master the silence..." Iger spread his hands helplessly.

"But we don't have to worry, right?" Hermione blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, looking at Iger with a warm heart.

"Emmm... a bit in a hurry, Dumbledore wants me to do something for him during the holiday." Iger smiled awkwardly: "So I can only practice mastering silence during the Christmas holiday, and then the holiday at the end of the period needs to be done. Go out once."

"What's the matter?" Hermione's reaction was quick, and her attention instantly found the key point of the matter.

"Go... find a magical animal that looks like a snake, neither human nor ghost..." Iger thought about it carefully, and felt that there should be no problem with his wording.

What is Voldemort now? Treasures?

Hermione grunted reluctantly and stopped talking.

Not far away, Harry and Ron were jokingly playing explosive cards. The sound of slaps slammed into his ears. Hermione felt a little impetuous for some reason.

"If I were you, I would stay away now." Hermione looked at the two with a bad expression.

The two were stunned for a while, looked at each other in dismay, and then silently packed up the cards and turned to leave, but no matter how they looked at their backs, there was a hint of resentment.

The charcoal fire was still crackling in the fireplace. On the stone platform above the fireplace, a salamander was staring at the black toad lying not far away, not knowing what it was planning.

"I want to go with you." Hermione turned to look at Iger.

"No." Iger refused without thinking.

What a joke, I'm here to catch the Dark Lord, do you think I'm bringing children?

Flattening her mouth, Hermione looked at Iger with sullen eyes, and didn't speak, she just stomped like that, with her little feet on Iger's stomach little by little.

Iger sighed with a headache and didn't know what to say. The older Hermione was, the more Iger could feel the pressure from the little girl.

The strong girl in this story finally got rid of the anxiety she had before, and slowly began to become aggressive and assertive.

Iger felt a little melancholy, and estimated that in two years, the emotional problems alone would be enough to drink a pot by himself...

At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if my head was kicked by a donkey before, why did I naively think about taking both?

But Iger just thought about it, after such a long time of contact, if he watched Hermione with others, he would have been kicked in the head by a donkey...

I just strictly abide by monogamy, one wife, one wife, nothing wrong.

Even if there is really any problem, when Hermione graduates, she will spare no effort to push her to the position of Minister of Magic and change the marriage law in the magical world...

Although it is difficult to implement in a place like England that pays attention to gender equality, how can a living person be suffocated by urine?

The little abacus in his heart was clackling, and the warm little feet on his stomach were still rubbing against each other.

Helplessly holding down Hermione's little feet, Iger looked into the girl's eyes seriously: "I will solve it as soon as possible, at least if there is any danger, I can't stop anyone if I want to run."

Then Hermione hummed reluctantly and leaned quietly beside Iger.

Early in the morning on Christmas Eve, Iger sat up half-awake, mechanically picked up the milk on the side of the bed and drank it, and then burped for a long time, and the fragrant milk smelled straight into his nose.

Putting on his clothes in a daze, Iger stretched his waist lazily, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly when he looked at the bright room illuminated by the sun.

This is life!

Even in the magic world, the real life will not be as intriguing and **** as the story describes. Most people look forward to a quiet and peaceful day.

How can the time that you have come to this world can be described in detail by more than one million words in a story?

"Oh...yoyo..." Guoba in his arms stuck his head out sleepily, his slender little finger stuck to Iger's clothes like a barb, his sesame-sized eyes looked at Iger, his mouth was unclear said hello to Iger.

"Good morning..." Iger stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped Guoba's little head.

In his arms, Da Da stuck his head out with a cocoon-like thing in his arms, his fleshy body rubbed against the bed, his swarthy little black eyes looked at Iger, and then he stuffed something into his arms.

Iger picked up the reachable short legs and threw it towards the bed. A cocoon-like thing fell into Iger's hands~www.wuxiahere.com~ The silkworm cocoon slowly opened, and a colorful butterfly-like animal was lying on Iger's hand. palm.

"If you don't want to be eaten by the Winged Demon, don't do anything wrong while it sleeps." Iger rubbed the belly of Kakuro Huhu fiercely, turned and went downstairs.

In the common room, Fred and George got a Boggart out of nowhere, and Boggart swirled around in a comical noise, occasionally flying to Neville's side, Snape's The old face will be twisted and flashed.

"Flying around!" Iger flicked his wand in his hand, and Boggart flew to a cabinet not far away.

"Gryffindor deducts five points, don't play this thing in the common room, don't you know Boggart's aggressiveness?" Iger was a little helpless.

Bogut, although the spell to deal with it is simple, it is still a little dangerous. The reason is that as long as it can change something, it has part of the ability of that thing. To be honest, Bogut is actually very good. dangerous.

A sigh sounded, Fred and George would never love again, making Iger feel very tired.

"What do you think Boggart will become when he meets Snape?"

On the stairs behind him, Ron's voice sounded. He and Harry were looking curiously at the cabinet in the distance.

"Probably...a bucket of shampoo?" Harry looked at the drawer with Boggart not far away, and said without hesitation.

However, Iger still laughed unkindly. When he thought of Snape's face in front of the shampoo, Iger laughed even louder, and collapsed on the sofa, twitching non-stop.

Then there was another burst of laughter, and Harry seemed to be amused by his own words. In Gryffindor, brainstorming Snape is always the most interesting thing.