Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

For Iger, no matter how much he looks down on Voldemort, it can't change a fact.

That means the opponent is very strong!

Iger also calculated the comparison of his own Voldemort. If he didn't have a passive like armor and body protection, he would probably be tortured by Professor McGonagall, and Professor McGonagall, Slughorn and Professor Flitwick They can't beat Voldemort together.

If two of them can be compared to one professor, it can probably be counted as 1 volt ≥ 6 eggs...

One quarter is better than six!

Turning his head to look at Moody, Iger murmured in his heart, wondering if he could help.

But Iger didn't panic at all, his spell was different from others', and he only needed to hit his own spell...

So from another point of view, there is no difference between myself and Voldemort, everyone is a punch, let's see who is the first.

What's more, I still have armor and body protection, so there is no reason why I will lose...

Running all the way forward, the long staff in his hand picked up the hidden branches from time to time, and Iger looked around cautiously.

"Wait for me, Iger!" Moody's voice sounded angrily: "He noticed our movement, he was attached to the snake, and he wanted to disappear!"

"Beautiful thinking!" Iger roared, and with a flick of the staff, all the space within twenty miles was sealed off. This is the ability that Slytherin taught him.

As soon as the words fell, I saw Iger stuffing Dolores into the bag in his arms, and then there was a bang, and the black mist all over the sky swept away towards the east.

"Damn broken leg..." Moody murmured out of breath, looked at his prosthetic limb bitterly, accelerated his speed and ran towards the east.

Voldemort's mood was broken at this time!

I have hid in Albania, why do you still not let me go?

Especially when he saw the black mist all over the sky, Voldemort felt so sour in his heart.

May I ask the whole of Europe to mention Momoran, who doesn't know who it is?

Voldemort was even more impressed,

It was this bastard who shot Avada Kedavra in his wandering soul state, and almost smashed his remnant soul to pieces...

With a 'boom', a big hole suddenly appeared in front of Voldemort.

"Long time no see, Tom~" As soon as Iger's smiling face appeared, a green Avada Kedavra immediately greeted him.

Flicking the spell aside, Iger reached out and picked up the staff beside him: "Derma...Gryffindor!"

Holding the golden hammer in his hand, Iger felt extremely at ease in his heart.

In the distance, a cold and rotten breath came, and a dementor floated out of the forest. On the other side, a silver cat was staring at Nagini in the center of the field.

Iger squinted his eyes and looked at Nagini, who was in a strange shape on the field.

At this time, the Nagini stood up and turned into a crooked old lady. The only thing that didn't match her image was her face.

It was the snake face Iger had seen on the back of Quirrell's head a year earlier.

Voldemort held a wand in his hand and looked at Iger from a distance, cold, angry, annoyed, all kinds of negative emotions filled Voldemort's face.

"Let me see..."

After a long time, Voldemort suddenly smiled strangely: "You came to catch me? You didn't come to kill me..."

"Yes..." Voldemort looked at the dense forest in the distance, and Moody's figure appeared on the other side of the field, panting.

"Guess~" Iger slammed the sledgehammer in Voldemort's direction, and the earth dragon rolled on the ground, and countless rubble rolled towards Voldemort, turning into a big hand trying to squeeze Voldemort inside.

The crooked figure flicked his wand in his hand, and the earth dragon disappeared immediately, and the gravel on the ground instantly turned into a handful of knives and shot towards Iger.

Iger grinned, stretched out his hand and made a move, a tens of meters long Fierce Flame appeared out of thin air, and turned into a knife that was devoured by a male lion all over the sky. past.

"Fighting the ax..." Voldemort opened his mouth wide and laughed, the laughter was high-pitched and weird, like a poisonous snake that was about to attack a poisonous snake with its fangs exposed, and with a sharp chop of the wand in his hand, Fiercefire was split in two and turned into Two giant pythons attacked Iger.

Seeing Fierce Fire attacking, Iger stomped his feet suddenly, and then changed his steps again and again. He put his hands together lightly, and the two giant pythons were pulled into a bow by an inexplicable force, and then a flaming arrow shot at Voldemort. shoot away.

Suddenly, I really wanted to shout Huodun, but Iger managed to control this thought in time.

"Fuck you..." With a flick of Voldemort's wand, the Fiendfire in mid-air dissipated immediately.

Looking at Iger not far away with some wariness, Voldemort laughed: "Dumbledore sent you to catch me? With all due respect, these spells of yours are all left over from my use."

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched.

Voldemort has a lot of magic power, and Iger doesn't have an accurate positioning, but Iger feels that he is basically on the same level as Dumbledore.

The total amount of magic power of a Voldemort is approximately equal to ten Snapes, coupled with his superb magic control, there is really no good way for Iger.

But even if there was no good way, Iger didn't panic at all.

Because judging from the current total amount of magic power, no one has as much magic power as their own...

"You are very strong..." Iger squinted his eyes, and then smiled sarcastically: "But how long can you use it?"

"You are overdrawing that snake's life, how long can it last you?" Iger looked at Voldemort with a sneer: "Could it be that you have been inhumane for a long time and fell in love with a snake?"

"Ah... Nagini has paid a lot for me, the most of which is its loyalty..." Voldemort's face was cold: "I, Lord Voldemort... Once I regain my strength, I will never treat those servants who helped me badly..."

"I invite you again, Iger, outstanding people are always worthy of my friendship, with my help, you can..."

With a crisp 'pop', Voldemort froze suddenly, and then looked at the blood hole on his chest in disbelief.

"What kind of curse is this? Why so fast?" Voldemort's expression was terrible.

again!

Was attacked again!

And this time, I couldn't see how the other party attacked!

Voldemort is very proud. With the experience of last time, this time he has been guarding all around, even Moody not far behind him is guarded by him. The most important thing is that he has been paying attention to Iger, and the other party has not cast a spell harbinger.

There was a small hole in the pocket of Iger's clothes, and he took out the revolver and blew the non-existent gunpowder at the muzzle of the gun: "It's a Muggle gun..."

Iger felt a little regretful. If he knew that the pistol could have this effect, he should have made up a few knives just now, but it is unlikely now...

"This is impossible!" Voldemort's expression twisted instantly.

What a shame!

The Dark Lord, who has always regarded Muggles as rubbish, was shot by a Muggle pistol. This is simply the most ironic thing in the history of the wizarding world.

By the way, why do you carry Muggle guns when you are a wizard in battle?

Are you sick? Are you sick?

Fortunately, the snake's heart is not in the same position as the human heart, so the blow is not fatal.

But it hurts!

How can a person who is afraid of death not be afraid of pain?

Even so, Voldemort still did not get out of Nagini, attached to Nagini, and he still had the hope of escaping.

The magic wand in his hand swept across his body lightly, but the bleeding wound did not change at all.

"By the way, the mithril bullet I used is hard to restore with a spell..." Iger advised with a sincere face, but it seemed to add fuel to Voldemort's anger.

"I want you to die!" Stretching out his wand and pointing at Iger, Voldemort roared fiercely: "Avada Kedavra!"

"Super armor protection!" Iger slammed the hammer on the ground heavily, and a white light rose from in front of him, lightly blocking Voldemort's spell.

At the same time, the dementors in the distance suddenly rioted and rushed towards Voldemort in the field.

"Dirty bastard!" Voldemort waved his wand, and a fiery flame burst out from the ground, causing the dementors to dodge again and again in shock.

"You look similar to him!" Moody pointed his wand at Voldemort, and curses flew towards Voldemort.

Lightly brushing aside Moody's curse, Voldemort cast a cold look at the target: "You will die sooner or later."

"That's after you too!" Iger's figure rushed to Voldemort's side in a hurry, swung the hammer round and hit Voldemort on the head with the hammer: "Eighty!"

"Get out!" Voldemort subconsciously wanted to cast a killing curse, but was interrupted by a red light fired by Moody, and the next second, a big golden hammer smashed down on his head.

Voldemort reacted quickly, and immediately retreated from Nagini, and then saw Iger's golden hammer hit Nagini's head fiercely.

Nagini immediately fell to the ground without saying a word, and it seemed that he was exhaling more and less inhaling...

"Damn you! Iger! Morrisses!!" The voice of gnashing teeth came to my ears, and a black mist rushed towards Iger's chest.

"Thinking too much! The dementors are coming!"

In the next second, Iger grabbed the dementor's head and greeted him.

Seeing that the dementor that Iger was pinching was about to give himself a long French kiss, Voldemort turned around and fled into the distance bitterly.

A silver cat appeared in Voldemort's sight at some point, and then Voldemort saw the fluffy white cat's paw pressing on him.

A few minutes later, Iger was sitting on a tree root exposed on the ground, fiddling with Voldemort's wand curiously. In a small lantern beside him, a wisp of black wandering spirit was weakly lingering.

"Why on earth is this?" Voldemort's voice sounded a little weak. He was really weak, and the little power he had left was consumed by this battle.

"Why?" Iger curled his lips and put away his wand.

"Why do you have to fight against me?" Voldemort's voice sounded a little puzzled.

"It's not that I want to fight against you, we just have different positions..." Iger smacked his lips, feeling a little emotional.

"You underestimate yourself, Iger..." Voldemort's voice sounded: "If possible, I would never easily make an enemy of a naturally powerful person like you..."

"Don't believe his nonsense, kid!" Mu Mu, who was resting not far away, roared ferociously: "He doesn't know how many people he has bewitched."

"I know..." Iger shrugged: "I'm not strong at all, really."

"Dumbledore is very strong, you are also very strong, and Grindelwald is also very strong, because you are the kind of people who give up everything to achieve their goals." Iger said softly: "This is what I came to catch you The reason, compared with you, I can’t let go of anything. If you make a comeback, it means that the people and things I love may be in danger, so I must arrest you. Even if you really make a comeback, I will I want to kill your minions all over, and then find you and kill you!"

Iger's tone was very tough, revealing an unquestionable belief, so tough that Voldemort was a little flustered.

It is said that the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the horizontal ones, and the horizontal ones are afraid of the deadly ones...

When others meet him, they only think about protecting the people around him and himself. Iger is different. He feels that Voldemort is threatening him, so he wants to find him and kill him...

Voldemort is scared... Would you dare to be more reckless?

His strength allows him not to be afraid of those desperate people, but suddenly a group of strong people who are so desperate is very terrible...

And this person is not only shameless, he is also shameless!

Black hands and black hearts...

"Ah...that's it..." Voldemort's voice was very soft, as if he had calmed down: "If I make a comeback, I promise you, Iger..."

"Until I defeat you, I will not hurt anyone around you..." Voldemort's voice was as indifferent as a humble gentleman: "Because you are worthy of being my opponent, and anyone who dares to face his own weaknesses is worthy To be respected, at least for you, is something I cannot do."

Voldemort said it very sincerely, and in fact he really thought so.

On the one hand, it is out of admiration for Iger, and on the other hand, it is obviously a very dangerous thing to be targeted by a desperate lunatic...

He really intends to not move the people around him if he can't beat Iger.

Voldemort is a person who respects form very much and takes some things very seriously.

For example, you must kill Harry with your own hands, or you must bow before the duel, just like when Harry was asked to bow at his father's cemetery, he also bowed to Harry.

And he took the promise he made very seriously, saying that if he wanted to kill Harry with his own hands, he had to kill him with his own hands, and he would kill anyone who dared to touch Harry.

"Thank you, but I won't let you go." Iger nodded.

"It's okay..." Voldemort laughed.

He is very confident in himself.

It's a good thing and a bad thing...

Iger didn't talk too much nonsense with him, he just put away the lantern, and dragged Moody to apparate to the tent. After waking Lupin up, Iger put the two of them in the box, and apparated them all the way to Hogg Watts.

Rushing to Dumbledore's principal's room, Iger released Moody and Lupine from the box, and a boa constrictor came out with them...

Iger patted his head, why forgot to let her go...

"Where is this?" Dolores hissed and vomited the snake letter, looking around curiously.

"This is Hogwarts..." Before Igger could answer, the Slytherin on the wall had already hissed to answer, looking a little excited: "You are welcome, are you Igger's new pet?"

"Where is Hogwarts? I was still in the forest just now..." Dolores was very happy. She found another alien who could speak her own language, and immediately wandered over cheerfully, chatting with Slytherin.

"I'm still wondering... Iger, when will you come back? It seems that you are coming sooner than I thought..." Dumbledore came down from the upstairs room, looked at Iger happily and said.

"This is the first wizard I've ever seen who used Apparition to cross Europe. Thank God, he didn't leave his head in France..." Moody said in a rough voice, seeming to apparate across to Iger Europe's behavior is dissatisfied.

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