Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Every day from now on, you have to put a few drops of this thing in Hermione's water glass, can you do it?"

Early the next morning, Iger sat on the bed and looked at Kaka with a serious expression.

"Master Iger... what is this?" Kaka looked at the small bottle in Iger's hand in horror. He thought Iger was going to poison Hermione...

"Diluted love potion..." Iger sniffed.

Kaka seemed to be relieved, then looked at Iger pitifully, and rubbed his dry little hands with some embarrassment: "Master Iger, Kaka doesn't think Miss Hermione needs a love potion, and Kaka thinks Hermione doesn't need it." Miss likes you..."

"The situation is very complicated. In short, don't tell anyone, don't disappoint my trust in you, understand?" Iger looked at Kaka with a serious expression.

"Kaka understands!" Kaka had a serious expression, then bowed deeply to Iger again, and reached out to take the love potion.

"Remember, you only need two or three drops each time!" Iger said with a serious expression.

"Of order, Master Iger!" Kaka disappeared with a snap.

Iger leaned on the head of the bed in a sense of loss, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, and put Aisha's hair in the love potion, what is he?

Give a girl a sister?

For the sake of his own happiness, Iger felt that he really packed up his morals and fed them to Sirius...

Wait... Sirius?

Iger's eyes lit up immediately, maybe he could go to Sirius for advice on what to do?

With a 'pop', Iger's figure disappeared immediately.

Although apparation requires a wand on the body, but for Iger, that is only a requirement for long-distance movement. If you are in London, it is obviously not within this requirement...

Sirius has been in a turbulent mood recently, his grievances have been washed away, and he has a godson, Sirius feels that he is at the pinnacle of his life.

It is a pity that Dumbledore did not allow Harry to move out of his aunt's house. Although Sirius was helpless, he could only follow Dumbledore's advice. At worst, he would apparate and pick Harry up every day.

So when Iger arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place,

Sirius in the house is teaching Harry to jerk off...

Literally handjob.

Sirius got two Muggle pistols from somewhere, and he and Harry had a great time setting up a target in the room. He took a deep breath and fired blank ammunition.

When the two saw Iger coming, they asked Iger excitedly if they wanted to jerk off together.

Iger declined them...

The current Grimmauld Square is completely different from the appearance when Iger first came here. Sirius followed Iger's advice and stopped being so rude to Kreacher, and Kreacher also cleaned up the whole old house. , spotless, steadfastly obeying Sirius' orders.

"Where's Remus?" Sirius looked at Iger curiously.

"In...France, I asked Mr. Nicole May to help me build a new weapon. It will take about a few days. I thought it was troublesome, so I came back first..." Iger spread his hands.

"So you're bored at home, and you plan to come and hang out with us?" Harry approached excitedly, with a hazy look on his face.

Iger looked at Harry and smacked his lips. He remembered that Harry only looked like this when he didn't do his homework.

"No...I'm here to ask Sirius about something..." Iger dragged Sirius to the next room, and Kreacher served them two cups of hot tea graciously.

"Come on, what's the matter?" Sirius took a sip from his teacup, and glanced at Iger's slightly embarrassed face: "Emotional problems?"

"How do you know?" Iger looked confused.

"Except for this aspect, I don't think there is anything that can bother you..." Sirius shrugged straightforwardly: "And other things that you can't solve, it is definitely useless to find me, I guess you will definitely go to Deng Bullido..."

"Is this an affirmation of my ability?" Iger squinted his eyes and looked at Sirius with a smile.

"That's right, at least none of the wizards in the country will doubt your ability..." Sirius nodded: "So... if I'm not wrong, it's because..."

Saying that, Sirius stretched out two fingers...

"Ang..." Iger opened his mouth dryly, his eyes erratic.

"This is a difficult problem to solve, but it's not a big problem. I've done it before..." Sirius looked a little troubled.

"You succeeded?" Iger's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"That's right... I succeeded..." Sirius nodded in a daze: "Successful - I survived..."

"..."

Iger felt cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Have things reached such a dangerous point?

Neither of the two spoke, and the atmosphere was a little dignified for a while. After a long time, Iger spoke slowly.

"I used a love potion..." Iger sighed.

"Scum..." Sirius sighed with emotion.

"I used Aisha's love potion for Hermione..." Iger explained.

Sirius' eyes widened suddenly, and he glanced at Iger in shock: "Who thought of this idea?"

"Red-haired twins..." Iger smacked his lips.

"I'll just say... Only a guy who is a bastard to the extreme can come up with such an inhuman idea." Sirius' tone was emotional, which seemed to mean that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.

"Is it feasible?" Iger looked at Sirius with some expectation: "I diluted the potion, it will only make Hermione have a good impression of Aisha..."

"Theoretically, it's feasible..." Sirius pinched his chin and thought.

Iger's heart was immediately in his stomach...

"Actually, Iger... most of the men are just wives... I mean... you might as well be like most people?" Sirius organized the words to persuade Iger, obviously he didn't agree with Iger's approach.

"Life can be whatever you want." Iger grinned: "But you can't go with the flow..."

Hearing Iger's words suddenly, Sirius felt that it seemed quite reasonable.

But if you think about it carefully, isn't this bullshit? You just do whatever you want?

Sirius failed to give any good suggestions in the end, but he still affirmed Iger's actions.

At present, what Iger is doing is the closest method to success...

...

For more than a week, Iger stayed at home safely, maintaining a posture of salted fish, and at the same time secretly observing Hermione's recent reaction.

Recently, Hermione seems to have a strong affection for Aisha. She often drags Aisha to bathe and go shopping together, and occasionally kisses her face to take advantage of it.

Iger, on the other hand, is happy to see it happen with a sense of guilt.

As for Aisha, she felt that Hermione was closer to her than before, which was a good thing, and she didn't pay attention to it. Everything was going on smoothly and smoothly.

On the other hand, Iger asked Kaka to cut off the love potion once in a while, and made Hermione doubt her orientation again and again. Iger felt that it would be fine when she got used to this state.

"Iger, I feel a little strange recently..." At night, Hermione sat on Iger's bed with some embarrassment and whispered.

"What's wrong?" Iger asked knowingly, with a pure and innocent disgusting look.

"I..." Hermione looked at Iger hesitantly, then lowered her head with a red face and whispered softly: "It's okay..."

"I'm going back to France tomorrow, do you want me to bring you something back?" Iger looked at the little girl.

"I want to take a look at the Iron Tower..." Hermione blushed a little.

"When I come back..." Iger couldn't figure it out, why do girls all over the world want to see the Iron Tower?

Is it romantic? I don't think it's romantic...

The atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward. Iger wanted to reach out and grab the little girl into bed, but heard the little girl's faint voice.

"Iger, when I'm with you, I'm always worrying about gains and losses, fearful, sleepless..." Hermione crossed her legs and turned to look at Iger, her pink little toe curled up on the bed restlessly: "But it's so sweet..."

"Am I... so dangerous?" Iger didn't quite understand what Hermione meant. A little girl at this age is always a bit young.

"I mean, I like you, but I'm afraid of losing you. I know you like Aisha too, but I always want to ignore you, and I don't want to see you..." Hermione said, tears began to burst into tears Falling off: "I know this is wrong."

Seeing Hermione's appearance, Iger felt uncomfortable, and gently reached out to wipe away the little girl's tears. Iger felt a little guilty: "It was me who was wrong."

Iger hates girls' tears, it makes his paws a little numb, he feels uneasy, and his whole body becomes stiff as if he had polio.

The previous cheap mouth seemed to have lost its effect, as if he didn't know what to say.

Iger didn't know if I should ask: Are you afraid of loving me?

"And I always feel like I like Aisha recently..." Hermione wiped her tears, "I feel very bad."

Iger almost laughed out loud when he heard the words, although the timing was not right, he still wanted to laugh.

Hold back, don't laugh, laughing is a scumbag...

Iger couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud...

I did my best, really.

Iger felt a burst of despair.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Hermione looked at Iger worriedly.

"No, isn't this great, so the three of us can live together." Iger said casually, licking his face.

The little girl looked dazed for a while, and kept thinking in her heart.

It seems... pretty good too?

Iger didn't know what Hermione was thinking, but he might laugh louder if he knew.

Pulling Hermione under the quilt, he reached out and stroked Hermione's fluffy hair: "Sleep!"

"Um…"

Hermione didn't struggle, she quietly hugged Iger and fell asleep.

Iger didn't know the change in Hermione's heart, but that didn't matter, he might be happier knowing it.

Early the next morning, Iger took Aisha's wand and casually made a portkey and flew to France.

That's why the magic power is so good...

International travel is cumbersome even in the eyes of wizards, but in Iger's eyes, it is at most a work of a spell.

Of course, except for China, the place is too big, and Iger is not sure whether he can cross the border in one step...

As soon as I arrived at Nicolas May's safe house, Iger saw Lupine who looked a little pale. Last night was a full moon, and Lupine's condition looked terrible.

"You look a little hypocritical..." Iger grinned.

"It's okay..." Lupine nodded cheerfully, "I used to hide in a forest when the moon was full, and every time I woke up, I had a lot of injuries on my body."

"Nicole provided me with a small room, which allowed me to read a book quietly while transforming..." Lupine smiled: "It feels strange to transform while remaining sane."

"I think you should train more..." Iger didn't talk about this topic anymore, he knew that Lupine didn't like to discuss this topic very much: "Is my staff ready?"

"It's ready..." Nicole May's cheerful voice came over, and the old man poked his head out of the room and waved to Iger: "How about taking a look?"

Iger walked into the room, followed by Lupine curiously, wanting to see what the so-called staff looked like.

In the past few days, Nicole May has been busy making the staff, and Lupine is too embarrassed to disturb it. After all, this staff is related to Iger's future magic application.

"Wow..." Iger looked at his new weapon in front of him in surprise: "Look... what did I see? A stick?"

Lupine had a strange expression on his face. The long staff in front of him was very straight. Except for the complicated textures on it, it really didn't look much different from a stick.

A golden stick of more than 170 centimeters was lying across the table in front of the two sides. At the top of the stick was a spherical body the size of an egg, embossed with the Hogwarts school emblem.

"Is this the magic staff?" Iger looked awkward, it didn't seem as tall as I thought...

"Pick it up and have a look!" Nicole May stared, beckoning Iger to pick up the staff, looking a little impatient.

Iger stretched out his hand to pick up the staff, as if he felt something, the ball at the top of the staff cracked, and a fiery red gem was suspended on the top of the staff, and the fragments of the ball were held on the gem like a blooming lotus flower bottom.

"Wow... What a good baby..." Iger said perfunctorily, he felt a little disappointed, of course, it might just be because of too high expectations...

"Gryffindor!" Nico suddenly called out, and Iger looked blank: "???"

Immediately, the top of the staff changed, and a heavy hammer appeared in Iger's hand. At the intersection of the hammer and the handle, a relief of a lion stepping on a ruby ​​came to life.

Iger was stunned: "Is this still deformable?"

"Slytherin!" Nicole May ignored him and continued to shout.

There was another strange transformation. At the top of the staff, a snake head held a magic stone in its mouth, and a long blade spread out from the back of its head. The staff transformed into a scythe again.

Lupine looked at the ever-changing staff in Iger's hand in surprise, can the staff still play like this?

"Hufflepuff!" Iger recovered and shouted.

The staff changed again, with a golden and silver-streaked spear head popping out from the top, an ax under the spear head, a straight hook on the other side of the axe, and a cameo of a little badger holding a ruby ​​at the bottom .

"Swiss halberd?" Lupine nodded thoughtfully, fitting Hufflepuff.

Hundreds of years ago, the Swiss mercenaries were armed with this kind of weapon, and they were famous throughout Europe for their loyalty and integrity. Throughout the history of the world, only the Modao team in ancient China can compare with them...

Both of them are the kind of lunatics who fight to the last drop of blood as long as they don't call for retreat...

The death of the coach can't stop their offensive pace...

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