Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"call…"

After stuffing the egg tart into the box, Iger let out a long sigh of relief.

This little thing is simply horrible.

It’s not that Iger didn’t think about destroying it, but to some extent, erasing an object with personality feels like killing someone, and it’s still weird to kill yourself…

In the suitcase, the egg tart and the dementor stared blankly at each other.

The Dementor can only feel that there is something in front of him, Egg Tart has no soul, so he can't feel Egg Tart's emotion, but he does feel something like happiness but not a real emotion in front of him.

The feeling is mixed, as if someone who is a very picky eater of fruit has suddenly bumped into artificial fruit on the cake.

That feeling of being able to eat but not wanting to eat...

Gently stretching out the big black paws full of rotten scabs to grope forward, the dementor felt that he had touched a pair of corners, and then withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

Can't afford to provoke...

...

Christmas is over, and Iger and Hermione have returned to school, and even the egg tarts they brought were taken away by Iger under Mrs. Granger's strong protest.

The little thing is too bad, and Iger is really worried that he will be left at home.

It would be bad if the Grangers knew about the privacy, this thing can only be carried with you...

"He's like a bird, he can fly...he's not an athlete anymore."

As soon as Iger returned to school, he saw Ron in the auditorium showing off his experience of spending Christmas with Krum to the surrounding students. Ron looked fanatical, but it seemed that the only person who listened to him was La Wendell Brown…

"He's an artist!" Ron's voice was full of affection.

"You're in love with him, Ron." Ginny laughed as she sat next to Harry.

"Shut up." Ron rolled his eyes when he heard that.

"Don't say that about Ginny, Ron adores him..." Fred said with a smile.

"yes,

But it's fine for a few days. "George spread his hands: "It's like the first time he met Harry, the first time he saw Iger, it's all like this..."

"Krum I love you~" Fred sang in a weird voice.

"Krum I love you~" George sang too.

"When we are apart, my heart beats only for you..." The students around suddenly sang in unison, watching Ron and laughing.

Ron sighed in disappointment, and leaned on the soft chair boredly: "Do you know? This year's World Cup Bulgaria team has successfully entered the finals, and Krum promised to give us tickets."

With that said, Ron looked around, hoping that someone could cater to him.

But he still thought too well. This year's World Cup will be held in England, and the ticket price is actually not very expensive. After all, there are not many people in the European wizarding world...

"You'd better keep it for yourself..." Iger curled his lips.

He really doesn't have much feeling for Quidditch, and he prefers fencing in comparison.

"Can you get some for us?" You Mengyu walked over with a book in her arms and asked.

"Of course." Ron was very happy, the goddess talked to himself.

"Thank you." You Mengyu turned and walked away, walking swiftly, as if a goddess was perfunctory with a spare tire.

Looking at Youmengyu who was sitting beside Hermione, Iger was a little curious: "You also like Quidditch?"

"I don't have much feeling for this thing... But the boys we came with seem to like it very much." You Mengyu muttered softly: "I can sell it to them, a piece of ten Galleons..."

Iger: "..."

"China has very strict regulations on broomsticks and flying swords, so it's not easy to hold an event in our country, and teenage boys like these things."

Youmengyu spread her hands: "Flying swords can't compete, they can only play Quidditch."

"Why can't we compete?" Hermione was a little puzzled: "Can't everyone fly? Isn't there an exclusive event for flying swords?"

"Think about it, stepping on a flying sword according to the Quidditch style of play, either you stick into someone else's sword, or your sword sticks into someone else's body, neither of the two outcomes seems so pleasant..." Iger laughed.

"..." Hermione froze for a moment, then laughed: "It seems to be like this..."

A few people were chatting, and in the corner of the lounge, a small figure slipped out quietly.

Egg Tart excitedly got out of Gryffindor's tower and started his great and free Hogwarts adventure.

Ladies and gentlemen, here I come~

Because of Iger's personality and memory, Egg Tart is very familiar with the school's castle, but if you look at it from the perspective of a puppet, this is the first time, which makes him feel emotional.

The original simple and unpretentious stone statues became tall and majestic like heavenly soldiers, the cats patrolling around turned into fierce tigers, and occasionally a Slytherin pet snake passing by was like an ancient dragon. Like Honghuang, the original magical style instantly turned into a hardcore fantasy style...

Carefully bypassing the patrolling cats, Egg Tart sneaked nervously and silently.

Why nervous?

Because from the perspective of the puppet, the cats around are just like tigers...

And I don't know magic...

That's bad.

"Meow?" A voice came from above the head, Egg Tart was startled, turned his head to look, and met a pair of golden pupils.

Crookshanks curiously looked at the little thing in front of him that looked like his little master, and tilted his head curiously.

The little black nose sniffed, and Crookshanks smelled Egger.

"Little master?" Crookshanks looked at the doll curiously.

Egg Tart was stunned for a moment, and then was overjoyed. Thankfully, due to inheriting the memory, the ability to understand animal language is still there...

"Ahem...that's right, it's me." Egg Tart raised her chest and walked towards Crookshanks with a stride.

"How did you become so small?" Crookshanks tilted his head in doubt, and hesitantly pressed his paw on the top of Egg Tart's head: "Shorter than me..."

egg tart:"……"

oh my, it's scary...

A cat that is a head taller than you stretches out its paws to press your head, and asks you if you are afraid!

"Hmm... the hand doesn't feel right..." Crookshanks muttered suspiciously.

"Actually...I'm just a doll with a personality attached..." Egg Tart looked at Crookshanks in embarrassment.

Crookshanks suddenly realized: "They're all the same meow..."

"Huh?" Egg Tart's eyes lit up.

"Little master..." Crookshanks lowered his head and looked at the egg tart curiously: "Are you lost?"

"I just... came out for a stroll..." Egg Tart laughed awkwardly.

"Hmm... Do you want me to take you?" Crookshanks turned around the egg tart: "You don't seem to have much strength..."

Egg Tart was stunned: "Can I?"

...

"Ahahaha! The great Mr. Egg Tart has started his wonderful adventure story!" There was an excited voice in the corridor, and Egg Tart was riding on the back of Crookshanks. The running speed is very fast, and the occasional passerby only sees a ginger-yellow shadow rushing past with a whoosh.

"Just now... I seem to have heard Iger's voice..." Malfoy turned his head to look at the two followers behind him in doubt: "Did you hear that?"

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and shook their heads blankly.

Malfoy frowned, and then heard Iger's voice from the corner of the corridor: "Death is like the wind, always with me!"

"Huh?" Malfoy hurried over, and then saw a ginger-yellow shadow disappear at the end of the corridor.

"...What's the situation?" Malfoy looked puzzled.

...

"Woo~" Egg Tart gently tugged at Crookshanks' cat ears, Crookshanks stopped immediately, and turned his head to look at Egg Tart suspiciously.

"What's the matter, little master?"

Egg Tart jumped off Crookshanks' back, tiptoed to the wall, and exposed half of its head on the wall: "I remember that it seems to be the girls' bathroom next to it?"

"Yes, meow..." Crookshanks squatted down behind the egg tart.

"Ahem...Does Crookshanks like Miss Sister?" Egg Tart turned to look at Crookshanks, and asked casually.

"I don't like meow..." Crookshanks was straightforward.

egg tart:"……"

"So I think you shouldn't always alienate others just because they don't like you." Egg Tart raised his chin: "We should take the initiative to approach them and warm them, so they will like you, understand?"

"But I don't want to..." Crookshanks tilted his head: "What's the point of doing this meow?"

"Of course it makes sense, just shut up and do what I tell you." Egg Tart suddenly became a little annoyed.

There was a chattering sound in front of her, and Egg Tart turned her head to look. Several young and beautiful girls were laughing and coming out of the girls' bathroom with toiletries.

Egg Tart smirked, looking at the school uniform, it was a Ravenclaw girl.

Well Ravenclaw, 70% of the entire house is girls...

If it wasn't for Hermione, Iger would have wanted to go to Ravenclaw.

"Meow..." Crookshanks stepped forward with a doll in his mouth, and squatted obediently in front of the girls.

"Huh? If I remember correctly, it seems to be called Crookshanks..." Qiu Zhang's voice came out, Egg Tart felt a little embarrassed, he didn't see Qiu Zhang just now.

"It seems to be the captain of the Hogwarts security team? I heard that he seems very smart?" A girl on the side giggled: "The guys in Gryffindor said so..."

"What is it holding in its mouth? A puppet?" Qiu Qing laughed and squatted down, Egg Tart almost cried out excitedly.

Because he just took a shower, Qiu Zhang was wearing a skirt. From the angle of the egg tart, the scenery is infinitely better...

Still high-definition, uncensored kind.

Crookshanks obediently put down the egg tart, and the egg tart suddenly regretted, and it couldn't be seen from this angle...

"Is it for us?" Qiu Zhang suddenly looked surprised.

"It's not meow~" Crookshanks replied straightforwardly, but the girls couldn't understand at all, they just subconsciously felt that Crookshanks was giving gifts...

"Thank you." Qiu lightly touched Crookshanks' head, picked up the doll from the ground, and then turned to look at several people in surprise: "Who do you think this is?"

"Isn't this the poisonous egg?" A girl on the side suddenly laughed: "What? Did he give it to you? That guy wants to cheat? So he sent a kitten to strike first?"

"What are you talking about?" Qiu Zhang was suddenly embarrassed, but his heart moved slightly.

No, ma'am, it's not like that...

The egg tart was speechless for a while, did the girls use their brains on love?

I just want to peep...

Although very speechless, Egg Tart didn't have the slightest meaning of explanation. A group of girls were allowed to tease and take them back to the dormitory.

At night, Egg Tart got out of Qiu Zhang's arms and stood on the bedside, looking at Qiu Zhang with some melancholy.

He can't eat while watching, which makes him very disappointed.

"Brother is a free man, you can't keep him in your arms." Egg Tart slowly left the girls' dormitory with a scent of a girl's embrace.

Strolling all the way to the Ravenclaw common room, Egg Tart looked around, the blue curtains hung on the surrounding windows, and the clean and tidy lounge was like a dream under the projection of the moonlight.

"It's so beautiful..." Egg Tart muttered softly, and looked up at the Ravenclaw statue: "It's a pity you can't see it..."

Just as he was about to leave, Egg Tart's eyes suddenly fell on the connection between the lower body of the Ravenclaw statue and the alcove, and he was taken aback for a moment.

"This place...is it connected?" Egg Tart muttered doubtfully while resting his chin on his chin with his round hands: "Why do you want to carve the statue directly on the alcove? Normally it should be placed..."

He took a few steps back in doubt, Egg Tart always felt that something was wrong there.

"Why did you connect the statue to the alcove? Is it because you are afraid that future generations will remove it?" Egg Tart thought, "Is there any reason why it must stay here?"

He raised his head and looked carefully at the statue of Ravenclaw. The statue has peaceful eyes and gentle brows, as if looking at someone he loves...

Rowena Ravenclaw…

lover…

Egg Tart raised his head abruptly, and shook his fist fiercely as if remembering something.

It's Helena!

Why do people always think of inheritance when they mention things left by Ravenclaw?

Who said the crown had to be on Rowena Ravenclaw's head?

The short legs of the egg tarts ran quickly in the corridor at night, rushing to the Gryffindor lounge in a hurry.

A mother who couldn't see her beloved daughter before she died, how could she be in the mood to think about what inheritance she would leave behind?

What she looks forward to the most is to see her beloved daughter inheriting her crown and stand proudly in front of her, right?

Hell, I should have thought of it, who the hell would put their own statue on the alcove, that place has always been used for worship...

"Open the door, open the door, open the door!" Egg Tart anxiously patted on the fat lady's portrait.

The fat lady opened her eyes in a daze, and glanced at Egg Tart with displeasure: "Password."

"What password? The castle is mine, what password do I want?" Egg Tart yelled subconsciously.

"That's your master, little thing, and you are just a personality object like me." The fat lady muttered.

egg tart:"……"

What you said is so reasonable, I am speechless...

"Brother Playboy?" Egg Tart looked at the fat lady tentatively.

"The password is correct." The fat lady opened the door with a bang.

Egg Tart rushed to the dormitory, and as soon as he entered the dormitory, he saw Hermione laying on the bed and hugging Iger, sleeping soundly.

Egg Tart was furious, you bastard, how dare you sleep with my woman?

No, it's me...

Rushing to the bed in a hurry, Egg Tart's soft puppet hands slapped Iger's face indiscriminately.

"Get up, get up!" Egg Tart shouted anxiously.

"Well..." Iger rubbed his eyes, and looked at the egg tart with his eyelids down.

"I've made a very important discovery!" Egg Tart's unchanged face tried to put on a serious expression.

With a crisp 'pop', Iger stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. Not far away, the window opened suddenly, and the egg tart flew out of the room whirling.

"I... ah ah ah..."

The screams pierced the night sky, and not far away, two owls tilted their heads to look at the egg tarts flying in the air.

"This voice is a bit familiar..."

"Hey...it's the naked one from last time..."