Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger is humming and walking on the streets of London, trying to make himself look happy, although psychologically speaking, Iger is not happy now.

The wizard robe on his body made Iger extraordinarily noticeable when walking on the street, but Iger had a lot of ways. He released a faint to a thief in an alley, and soon he had money to buy clothes in his hand.

Iger is not worried that people from the Ministry of Magic will find him. Dumbledore told him that because of the need to continuously release the spell, he went to the Ministry of Magic to erase traces of Iger.

Although there was no trace of him, an old acquaintance noticed Iger.

Looking at Kingsley who was wearing a small hat with complicated patterns in front of him, Iger grinned: "Yo! Kingsley, how are you doing?"

"It's okay, but I think your behavior is not very good." Kingsley stared at Iger with wide eyes.

"Don't care about those details, you're just a thief." Iger laughed.

"That's why I didn't send you to Azkaban." Kingsley said with a grimace.

Iger tilted his head: "No, you won't, for Dumbledore's sake."

"Dumbledore will not interfere with Auror." Kingsley teased Iger.

"But the Society of the Phoenix." Iger shrugged and waved his hand at Kingsley who was stupefied: "I'm going to buy some clothes and find an amusement park. Do you want to go with me?"

Kingsley was at a loss for a while, when did a child know about the Order of the Phoenix? Is secrecy so bad?

Seeing Iger running away with Le Diandian, Kingsley felt that his brains were not enough, and he planned to go back and send a letter to Dumbledore to ask what was going on.

In the London City Playground, Iger was wearing a brand-new sportswear, and his robe was put into a non-marking stretch bag by him.

Looking at the lively playground, Iger was wandering around, biting on the big colorful lollipop in his hand, Iger jerked suddenly, the warmth came from his mouth, and Iger felt that one of his teeth had fallen out.

How can you eat sugar at the age of changing teeth? Iger looked annoyed, spit his teeth on the ground angrily, and subconsciously pulled out his wand, intending to give Yifa Blazing a charcoal-burned baby tooth, but the Muggles walking around made Iger dispel this idea.

"You shouldn't eat such a large piece of candy at the age of changing teeth." A soft voice came, and behind Iger stood a man with brown hair. The man looked gentle and gentle, with a kind smile on his face.

The man's smile made Iger feel very good. At least in this era of Britain, there are not many Muggles who are so well-bred.

"Thank you for your concern. If I want to drink some potion, it will grow out immediately." Iger nodded. Madam Pomfrey has a good tooth replacement potion. I heard that many students have asked her for help, although Snape also has , but the students are definitely not willing to ask him for help for such things as tooth replacement.

Iger estimated that he might not have that kind of leisure...

The man laughed, and rubbed Iger's head softly: "Replacing teeth is a big thing, and it can't be solved by drinking medicine. I am a dentist, and I happened to bring my wife and daughter to the amusement park today. Over the weekend, where is your parent? I suggest that he take you to my hospital to disinfect you."

Iger shrugged: "I'm really sorry, I'm an orphan, and my only theoretical guardian is currently eating cockroach piles in a castle in Scotland..."

(Ah... sneeze! In the castle, an old man with a white beard sneezed.)

The man was stunned, and Iger's answer was a bit unexpected, and he didn't react for a while.

"I'm really sorry... child." The man looked at Iger with some helplessness: "What's your name?"

"Egg Morrissey." Iger grinned, and the man made him feel very close: "What about you?"

"Chris,

Chris Granger, I'm a dentist. "Chris laughed: "I think you may not like my career very much. To be honest, I have never been very popular with children. "①

Iger nodded: "I think it should be like this...but I think it's okay."

"How about you have dinner with us?" Chris invited Iger: "You look the same age as my daughter, I think you should be friends, and I can help you look at your teeth by the way."

Iger thought for a while, then nodded: "Then thank you for your invitation."

A few minutes later, Chris took Iger to find his wife and daughter. Chris looked at Iger and smiled: "Iger, this is my wife Jane Granger, and this is my daughter Hermione Jane. Granger."

Iger looked at the beautiful little loli in front of him in a daze, is it such a coincidence?

Iger didn't respond when Chris said his surname was Granger just now. Living in London, there are too many people with the surname Granger. Many English people have this surname, so it's no surprise.

But the other party turned out to be Hermione's father, which made people feel very surprised...

Hermione's face is very beautiful, if she doesn't show her front teeth, of course, Iger thinks it would be better if her fluffy hair can be smoothed.

At this time, Hermione raised her chin like a haughty little swan, her expression seemed a little defiant.

Iger couldn't help but shook his head. Although the little girl is indeed a great beauty in the future, even now Iger can see a little shadow, but the process of growing a loli may not be so interesting.

"Hello, my name is Iger Morrisseys." Iger looked at the two ladies in front of him and smiled.

Chris looked at the two and explained: "Just now I saw Iger lost a tooth, but he was alone. I was thinking that we could have dinner together tonight and help him take a look at his teeth."

"If that's the case, then fine." Jane looked at Aiger with a gentle smile, and gently pushed Hermione beside her: "I think Hermione would like to play with you."

Iger touched the back of his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

"What grade are you in now?" Hermione asked, looking at Iger.

Iger spread his hands: "I never went to school."

The scene was suddenly awkward, Chris shook his head slightly looking at his daughter's bewildered eyes, he hoped that Hermione would know how to get in touch with others.

Hermione looked at Iger with some embarrassment, her face flushed: "Do you want to read some books? I have school textbooks, I can teach you."

Iger shook his head and laughed: "It's okay, no need, I have learned everything in school by myself."

Hermione was suddenly surprised, and the Grangers also looked at Iger in amazement.

"How much is seven times eight?" Hermione looked at Iger in disbelief.

"Fifty-six..." Iger was expressionless: "This kind of superficial thing doesn't seem to make much sense, does it?"

Hermione was a little embarrassed: "I still found it difficult when I was learning..."

"What did Iger learn?" Chris looked at Iger curiously.

"Things more esoteric than these, such as cooking glory, casting wealth, exploring death, reversing the future and so on?" Iger said jokingly, then looked at the sky, guessing that it was almost dinner time, Iger decided not to go with him The Granger family has had too much contact, after all, the other party is currently a Muggle.

The Grangers looked at each other, not quite understanding the meaning of Iger's words.

"What does that mean?" Chris looked at Iger in a daze.

"Close your ears and listen." Iger waved his wand in his hand to prevent the surrounding pedestrians from hearing a few people talking, and then looked at the Grangers: "Magic, I am a wizard."

Looking at the unbelievable eyes of the three people in front of him, a few birds jumped out from the tip of Iger's staff and chirped.

"Hogwarts is the best magic school in Europe, and I'm there so far." Iger looked at the three people whose eyes gradually changed and laughed: "Qianyuan also has the qualifications to learn magic, and the school will send A special person came to negotiate with the two, although it sounds absurd, but I think there must have been some strange things that happened to Hermione that you can't explain, right?"

Hermione looked at Iger in surprise, and nodded in amazement. Looking at the looks of the Grangers, they obviously knew something.

"But, you have already enrolled, does it mean that our Hermione will not be able to keep up with your progress?" Mrs. Granger looked at Iger worriedly.

"I'm an exception. Wizards enter school at eleven years old. I'm currently living in Hogwarts due to some circumstances. In fact, I haven't entered school yet." Iger smiled.

"I have learned these...strange abilities before I started school." Chris looked at his daughter with some sadness: "There must be many excellent little wizards like you, right?"

"Actually, no, little wizards who haven't entered school are not allowed to use wands, and their magical abilities are limited. As I said, I am an exception." Iger shook his head helplessly: "The price of being too powerful is that I am very likely Of course, it is only possible to live less than ten years old, and the chance of surviving cannot be ruled out."

The Granger family looked at Iger with some concern: "What are the chances?"

"Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, said that so far, only one person has survived." Iger shrugged: "But I think I will be the second."

Iger promised the three of them: "When Hermione turns eleven, someone will notify you. That's it. I hope I can see her alive then."

After all, Iger avoided the sight of the surrounding crowd, waved goodbye to the three at a corner, and then a phantom disappeared in place.

"I feel like I'm dreaming..." Chris muttered looking at the place where Iger disappeared.

"Me too..." Mrs. Granger put her arms around Hermione, obviously the impact Iger gave her was a bit strong.

...

"I'm glad you could help the school with a communication problem with a Muggle family."

At night, Dumbledore sat behind the long table and looked at Iger with a smile: "You seem very happy, why don't you think about staying in school after graduation?"

"Give me your position and I'll think about it." Iger twisted a huge black cockroach and threw it into his mouth, feeling the cockroach's tiny legs crawling around in his mouth, Iger had a chill: "I really don't know Why do you like to eat this thing?"

"I think it's very good. Cockroach piles have always been one of my favorite candies." Dumbledore looked at Iger with a smile: "Especially putting them in bee candy will have a wonderful reaction, it looks like It's Amber."

Iger feels even more sick...

"So, what are you here for tonight?" Dumbledore looked at Iger carefully.

"I just want to ask you, can you go in for the protection of Gringotts?" Iger asked.

Dumbledore nodded: "I think there should be no problem, unless the goblins rebelled again, otherwise they should have no way to stop me."

"I think we should go find the second item, because I have already figured out what I want next." Iger laughed.

Dumbledore looked at Iger with scrutiny: "I have to tell you Iger, the Philosopher's Stone is not my private property, and I'm not sure if it can help you in silence."

Iger was a little lost at once, and at the same time felt the horror of Dumbledore Chido being close to a demon. Before he could say anything, Dumbledore had already guessed his thoughts.

"But there's no harm in giving it a try, isn't it?" Dumbledore couldn't help chuckling seeing Iger's lost look, and looked at Iger jokingly: "I will communicate with my old friend, he has already lived It's been long enough, and I reckon he's about to get tired of it."

"Actually, just try it. I'm not trying to live forever." Iger shook his head.

Dumbledore nodded: "This is our agreement, Iger, I don't think the Sorcerer's Stone will reject an outstanding new owner, of course, if you don't mind, I hope you'd better keep it a secret, after all, it will be known by people with ulterior motives." If you do, you may be in danger."

Iger nodded and looked at Dumbledore: "Then when shall we set off?"

"Anytime." Dumbledore stood up, motioned for Iger to take his arm, and then waved to Fox, who disappeared into the office with the two of them.

A flash of light flashed, and Iger looked at the surrounding rock walls in a daze, and turned to look at Dumbledore: "Where is this?"

"Gringotts Underground, if we're not going wrong." Dumbledore looked around. "This place is really damp, isn't it?"

Iger nodded in agreement, and looked at the surrounding rock walls where water droplets had condensed.

"Professor, do you know where the vault of the Lestrange family is?" Iger asked.

"No accident, it should be one of the most tightly controlled vaults. I know where the Malfoy family's vault is, so we need to use the method of elimination." Dumbledore walked forward with Iger, far away There, a scarred fire dragon roared, and a few goblins could be seen from time to time.

The two concealed themselves all the way to the bottom vaults. With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, their clothes dried quickly.

"The waterfall just now has the magic of revealing, and any disguise will be seen through." Dumbledore explained, and then Shi Shi ran to the front.

"It seems that we have arrived. Those pretentious families like to put their treasury in the safest place they think. They probably didn't expect that I would bring a child to visit here, otherwise they would definitely keep all the collections in their own home."

With a wave of his wand in Dumbledore's hand, the door of a vault opened with a bang, but it failed to alarm anyone.

The magic given to the gate by the goblin on the gate failed to stop Dumbledore for a second, and all the gates were opened by Dumbledore.

"What are we looking for?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"Helga Hufflepuff's gold cup." Iger walked into a vault: "Be careful, professor, what is touched will explode, and the split will continue."

Dumbledore waved his wand again: "This is obviously not a problem."

A few minutes later, Iger looked at the gold cup in his hand: "Are you sure it's this one?"

Dumbledore nodded affirmatively: "I can see Riddle's dying soul, it is obviously it. This golden cup was originally used by Hufflepuff to transport magic food for elves. I I thought he wouldn't like it, after all, according to his style, creatures like house-elves have always been unattractive."

Iger looked at the gold cup with intricate and exquisite patterns in his hand, and the two big gold ear handles next to the gold cup: "I think he is looking at Hufflepuff's identity."

"I think so." Dumbledore nodded approvingly, and with a wave of the old wand, he cast a spell on the contents of the vault, then closed the door of the vault, and disappeared again with Iger.