Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Ahem..."

There was a coughing sound. In the quiet ward, a black-haired boy was covered with a quilt and leaned against the head of the bed. On the head of the bed was a thick stack of books.

The boy looked haggard, gently closed the book in his hand and placed it on the bedside, looking out the window with some yearning in his eyes.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the chilly spring breeze blew across the treetops. Two sparrows flew past the window and landed on the treetops chirping.

There was a smile on the boy's lips, his bright eyes didn't quite match his haggard face.

Outside the door of the ward, a couple was sobbing and communicating with a white coat.

"Very likely, this is his last spring. Of course, I'm just saying it's possible..." A voice in a white coat came from under the mask: "Actually, it's very impressive for Mr. Xiang Ling to live to be twenty years old." It's an unbelievable miracle, he is a very strong boy, and I think God will bless him."

"What should we do now?" The crying woman in front of her wiped her tears and sniffed her nose from time to time: "I don't know how to tell him the news, doctor, is there really no other way?"

"The speed of the disease is too fast..." The doctor shook his head slowly: "It can only be said that he was not born at the right time. If the current medical technology was available more than ten years ago, there is still some hope, but now it is really No more, Mr. Ling is really the strongest person I have ever seen. Leukemia was detected at the age of two, and he survived until he was twenty. I think a person like Mr. Ling would not let him die even if he died His smile has lost color, I suggest you two, try to take him to do something you want to do as much as possible, and communicate more."

In the corridor, the crying of the woman continued, and the eyes of the man next to the woman were also red. He nodded to the white coat in front of him, and walked into the room with his wife.

In the room, the thin figure of the boy stood by the window, looking longingly at the sky outside.

"You can't come down, rest on the bed!" The man couldn't help but panic when he saw his son.

The boy shook his head slightly, his face was a little flushed with excitement, and he seemed to be jumping for joy.

The spring breeze is ten miles outside the house, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. It is the gorgeous season of colorful flowers.

The boy gently opened his arms, looking at the world outside the window with fiery eyes.

"I feel like I have never been as healthy and powerful as I am now. I can feel my father..." There was a smile on the boy's face: "I don't have much time..."

The woman behind her cried louder when she heard the words, and the man looked at the son in front of him bitterly: "I'm sorry, son..."

The boy shook his head, and the blood on his face became thicker: "I am very grateful to you for allowing me to travel in this world. Although I haven't been out much, it is still very wonderful to think about it?"

"I read a book in which a wise man said that death is just the beginning of a greater adventure..." The boy smiled: "If this is a wonderful adventure, then I am happy to accept it, life is hard Short, why not give it a try?"

As he said that, the boy was amused by his own words: "I would like to die in this spring breeze, where the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing. Living may not be happy, and death may not be painful. I am very happy to see such a beautiful world, and I am also very lucky. To meet parents like you."

The window of the ward was slightly opened, and a ray of spring breeze blew by. The boy's eyes quickly dimmed, and he staggered into his mother's arms, still muttering.

"Forgive me the last time I said I love you."

In the warm and sunny day of spring, the crying in the ward was miserable, a couple lost the most precious wealth in life, and a free soul started a new adventure...

...

London, England.

London in the late 1980s had a bright tone, but people came and went in a hurry, ignoring the bright buildings and colorful colors around them. Perhaps because of the gloomy tones in the sky, the people coming and going seemed not to be very happy.

At the entrance of a certain alley on the bustling street, a handsome blond boy sat in front of a small shoe-shine booth, humming a song and leisurely watching the passing crowd.

Different from the noisy London accent around, the words in the boy's mouth were more ancient, and the obscure language fluctuated rhythmically in the boy's mouth.

"Shoe shine, shoe shine, do you think it's bright~"

The words in the boy's mouth are in Chinese, and they come from the far east on the other side of the world, but in this place full of famous dishes like looking up at the stars, the bright oriental civilization does not seem to be very popular, so that no one around can understand the boy However, the cheerful and inexplicable tone still attracted the attention of many people.

There was a crisp clang, and the corners of the boy's mouth curled up. This was the sound of pennies falling into the money box.

A beautiful blond woman sat gracefully on the small stool in front of the boy. The girl's bright red lips spit out a puff of smoke and sprayed it on the boy's handsome face. The boy squinted his eyes.

"Good morning, Miss Smith." The boy looked at the woman and laughed.

"I would rather you call me Aisha...Little Egg." Aisha chuckled lightly, reaching out and pinching the boy's face.

The boy giggled, the face pinched by Aisha changed shape, and his mouth was ambiguous: "I also hope you can call me Iger instead of Little Egg..."

Aisha let go of her hand with a snort, and looked at Iger with some dissatisfaction: "Of course, if you are willing to move out of that orphanage and live in my house, I will agree to your request."

"Forget it, I won't sell my body, you know, I'm not that kind of person..." Iger touched his face shyly.

"Egger Morrisseys!" Aisha took a deep breath and looked at Iger angrily: "Shine my shoes!"

"You are wearing high heels..." Iger spread his hands.

"Wipe it too!" Aisha waved her hand unwillingly.

"Okay." Iger tilted his head, picked up the towel on his shoulders and flicked the woman's shoes: "Thank you for your patronage~"

Aisha rolled her eyes, took out a banknote from the satchel in her hand, and stuffed it into Iger's arms.

"Five pounds...too much. This is all I earn in a day." Iger waved his hand: "The problem can be solved with a few tens of pennies..."

"That's an obvious price, isn't it?" Aisha spread her hands nonchalantly.

The two looked at each other and immediately laughed.

Aisha seems to know how to deal with the kid in front of her, and Iger can always come up with some strange ideas in some strange places.

Iger is also very strange, the woman in front of him has liked to pester him since a long time ago, God knows why.

Eight years ago, when Iger opened his eyes in this world, what he saw was the stinky face of the dean. Iger was very panicked. At that moment, he thought that the old lady with a wrinkled face gave birth to him, and then he realized Only to find out that things were even worse than that...

He was thrown away by his parents when he was born...

Looking at Miss Aisha Smith in front of him, Iger shook his head slightly.

Miss Aisha is only eighteen years old this year, and she really doesn't look like she can have children at the age of ten...

The beautiful woman in front of her has always been very kind to her, and even ran to the orphanage every now and then, hoping to adopt her.

But it is a pity that the old dean once thought that Miss Aisha had ulterior motives and was afraid that she would sell Iger. In fact, unmarried single people are not allowed to adopt children, so Aisha has never been successful.

"If you want to keep it, you can keep it. This is the deposit for you to be my little lover in the future." Aisha smiled, got up and left calmly.

Iger was a little embarrassed. He had been lying on a hospital bed for twenty years in his previous life, and he was still a first-time brother until he died. There has never been such a thing as falling in love.

If Aisha can really wait for him to grow up, he doesn't mind having a sister-brother relationship...

Iger's face was a little rosy, and he was full of thoughts. Speaking of which, Elsa looks really good-looking...

In the distance, a large group of children huffed and ran across the street. A boy at the head looked at Iger and waved his hands happily.

"Iger, how is business today?" The boy had freckles on his face, brown hair, and his face was not very good-looking, but he looked very well-behaved.

"Fortunately..." Iger tilted his head.

"It's a pity, if you have parents like us, maybe you can also go to school." The boy looked at Iger sincerely.

Iger gritted his teeth in pain: "If you really don't know how to comfort others, I suggest you don't force comfort, or you will be easily beaten."

The boy shrank back a little, and muttered softly: "You can't do this..."

As a wild child in the orphanage, Iger, who jumped up and down since he was a child, is obviously stronger than the spoiled children in front of him. Iger is very fortunate that he has a good body in his life.

Even putting aside physical strength, Iger always felt that there seemed to be another kind of power hidden in his body.

Several times by accident, some strange things happened around Iger, which made him think that he was a little schizophrenic.

A drop of rain passed through the thick clouds and fell on Iger's head. Iger shook his head helplessly, opened his umbrella and put away the booth.

"Damn the weather...the showers in London are terrible!" Iger muttered and put the items in a small box, folded two small stools, turned and walked towards the alley.

The alley was twists and turns, and Iger turned left and right briskly inside. After a while, a dilapidated orphanage appeared in sight.

This is the orphanage where Iger was raised. There is a fierce old woman dean, a loving nun and big sister, and a few unwanted little kids.

Iger had heard a few days ago that this place was about to close down, and the few remaining orphans would soon be allocated to other orphanages in London. This small yard near the city center would soon be used for other planning purposes.

"Sister Linda, I'm back, dear, do you miss me?" Iger pushed the door and walked into the room. Some old rooms were very quiet.

"Actually, if you can obediently get out of the orphanage and go to the home of that woman who is greedy for your beauty, I will be very happy and I will help you go through the formalities immediately." A fierce voice came from behind, and Iger smiled Turning his head, an old face appeared in front of him.

"Grandma Hull's menopause has been delayed again?" Iger casually put the shoe-shine tool next to the door: "Where is Sister Linda?"

"Hmph, you don't look like a brat, no wonder people don't want to adopt you!" The old lady Hull snorted, bent her waist and motioned for Iger to help her.

"Linda took a few children to buy school supplies. You know, although you are very smart and have completed elementary school by yourself, it obviously doesn't mean that other children will be like you..." Mrs. Hull was helped by Iger. Going to the old sofa in the room, he sighed sadly: "There is no money in the courtyard. I don't know when it will be merged into other courtyards. The children still need tuition fees."

"I have five pounds here..." Iger shrugged and took out a note.

"Put away your little belongings, you should think about yourself first, the new yard is obviously unwilling to accept you who are eight years old and have not been adopted!" The old lady Hull looked at Iger angrily: "You say you follow It's good for that little girl to go, what's the difference between staying here and us old, weak, sick and disabled!"

Iger chuckled: "I can earn what I eat, I'm a little bit rich now!"

The old lady Hull sighed. She knew what Iger was thinking. The boy in front of her wanted to repay her upbringing. In the past few years, she had been shining shoes and delivering newspapers, and she was helping people clean cars to earn money. All the money went to the orphanage.

"Iger, you are a good boy..." The old lady Hull turned her head, her eyes were a little moist.

"Don't call me a poisonous egg?" Iger was expressionless.

"Hmph!" The old lady Hull snorted, and raised her chin childishly: "I will adopt you until you are eleven years old at most, and once you reach the age when you should go to middle school, I will kick you out of welfare without hesitation." House! By my name, Hale Morrisos! Get ready, you brat!"

Iger saluted with a serious face: "Master Iger Morrisseys accepts your challenge! Let the horse come over!"

The two looked at each other for a while, and then burst into laughter.

After a long while, Iger's stomach growled, and he squinted at the old Mrs. Hull. Iger flattened his mouth: "Why hasn't Linda come back?"

Looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, Iger stood up worriedly: "I'll go out and have a look, the rainy day in London is not very beautiful, in any sense..."

"Hurry up and go back!" The old lady Hull glanced at Iger behind the newspaper and said.

Iger nodded, walked out of the room quickly, and walked into the alley.

The rushing rain poured down the alley, and there were waves of cursing in the distance. Iger felt uneasy and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

"Don't talk nonsense with me, quickly hand over the money to me!" Amidst the curses, a man held a dagger in his hand and looked fiercely at the several figures in front of him.

The nun in front of the man panicked and protected the children. Under the threat of the man, the children trembled.

"No, you can't do this. We don't have any money anymore. All the money I have on me is used to buy books for the children..." Linda was cold all over, and the knife in the man's hand looked even more serious under the rain.

The fear didn't last long, a thin figure galloped towards him from the entrance of the alley, a black shadow flashed in his hand, Iger jumped high, and slapped the man on the back of the head with a brick.

The man suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

Iger hurriedly threw the dagger in the man's hand far away, looked at the few people in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go, it's not very safe here."

Linda nodded with relief, and hurriedly left with a few children. Iger looked at the man lying on the ground and shook his head, feeling a little helpless.

The law and order in London is not very good, especially in these winding alleys surrounded by high-rise buildings, there are often a lot of homeless people or drunks wandering around. God knows where they come from, obviously in this era of London, You can make a lot of money if you work hard...

As soon as he turned to leave, Iger's expression froze suddenly, and he turned his head to look, and the man on the ground reached out and grabbed his ankle at some point.

"Boy, you meddle too much!" The man looked fierce, covered Iger's mouth with one hand, and then pinched Iger's neck with the other hand.

Iger's face turned red immediately, and he kept kicking the man's chest with his thin legs.

The man's big yellow teeth were exposed, and he laughed haha, with a flash of joy on his face.

Iger only felt his head getting more and more dizzy, and blackness began to appear around his eye sockets. Iger knew that this was a situation of severe hypoxia.

A sense of crisis kept impacting on Iger's heart. Some black air appeared around Iger at some point in time. The man looked at the black energy on Iger's body in a panic, and wanted to let go but was entangled by the black gas. , The man suddenly panicked and screamed.

In the man's line of sight, Iger's figure was swallowed by the black gas, and then the black gas overwhelmingly hit him...